Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Fink!"

A sharp reprimand came from not far away, and Fink's aura faltered for a moment before slowly receding.

The violent elemental particles that were originally surging around him and even causing ripples in the air were forcibly calmed down in an instant by a higher-level mental force field.

Fink's pupils contracted sharply as reason prevailed over the impulse of adrenaline.

He gave Dago a deep look, his eyes containing assessment, apprehension, and a hint of regret for losing his prey.

He quietly walked away to the side.

Dargo turned around and met the calm eyes of the silver-haired witch Emily.

He nodded slightly to the other person, and without waiting for a response, strode forward and soon disappeared into the outline of a distant mound.

The silver-haired witch Emily watched Dargo walk away until she could no longer see his back, then she pushed open the door and went into the cabin.

The folds of space rippled out the moment she pushed open the door, revealing another dimension behind the simple wooden door.

It was still that spacious and magnificent palace. The noble and holy Michael stood on the steps, intently watching his right hand, which was wrapped in golden light.

"Your Highness."

Emily bowed respectfully to Michael.

Michael nodded slightly, his gaze remaining fixed on the rule threads in his hand.

After a moment's hesitation, the latter spoke in a low voice: "That southern wizard... refused?"

"Yes."

Michael nodded slightly, his porcelain-like face showing no emotion whatsoever.

"His soul age is no more than thirty, he is about to advance to the third ring, his foundation is quite solid, and the methods he has mastered are even enough to withstand a casual blow from Tracy."

"Such talent might not be worth mentioning in the central region, but in the south, it is indeed outstanding, so a bit of arrogance is normal."

"He gave up the opportunity to go with us to the central region, join the royal court, and enter the omnipotent magic circle for further study. Instead, he chose to take something directly from me, which can be considered as settling all scores with us."

While this "cash on delivery" transaction method aligns with the wizard's principle of equivalent exchange, it appears overly short-sighted in the face of such a tremendous opportunity for upward social mobility.

The silver-haired witch couldn't help but shake her head and sigh, "How utterly foolish."

"It wouldn't be considered stupid."

Michael shook his head, flicked his finger, and the wisp of golden light wrapped around his fingertip broke off and dissipated into the air, triggering a microscopic energy turbulence.

"Compared to those southern wizards who kept coming to flatter us after learning our secrets, his refusal actually made me happier."

"That's because his perspective is too narrow, like a frog at the bottom of a well looking up at the bright moon. Those closer to the well's edge know better than he does the vastness of the world outside. He has no idea what he's actually rejecting..."

The silver-haired witch Emily answered, her tone carrying a natural sense of superiority as a wizard from the Middle Kingdom.

Michael didn't say anything more, but simply asked, "Where's Ginya?"

"Your Highness, she is well."

The silver-haired witch hesitated slightly before whispering, "This southern wizard is unwilling to leave with us. What about Princess Ginya?"

Michael's voice was as cold as ice, as if he were discussing the maintenance of a tool.

"It doesn't matter. I will naturally make better arrangements for Ginya after we return to the Central Region."

Michael said calmly, and the two quickly ended the topic.

For both Michael and the silver-haired witch, Dargo's appearance and departure were trivial matters.

Perhaps it wasn't even a small ripple, and from then on, they would never cross paths again.

This is the cruel truth of the wizarding world: without sufficient energy level, one cannot even leave a trace in the memories of the powerful.

Since the opportunity has already been given, it was Dago's own choice to refuse, and he will have to pay the price for his future regrets.

Just as the two continued talking about other things, at a certain moment, Michael, who was standing on the steps, suddenly changed his expression.

The previously stable spatial coordinates suddenly began to vibrate violently, and high-concentration fire element particles were converging on the outside at an alarming speed.

A layer of frost instantly covered her noble and perfect face.

It was anger at the invasion of territory, and also an acknowledgment of the provocateur's strength.

A complex and mysterious golden rune appeared between her eyebrows, and countless golden threads accompanied by white light surged from her body.

In the next instant, she seemed to be draped in an incomparably magnificent and exquisite armor, transforming into the legendary war goddess witch who hunts monsters, and suddenly bursting through the light from the dome of the hall.

That wasn't a physical breakthrough, but rather a direct tearing apart of the subspace barrier, descending into the real dimension.

"Boom!"

As soon as it appeared outside, it collided violently with a red staff that was burning with raging flames and spinning at high speed.

The sudden surge of energy startled all the third-ring wizards stationed in the surrounding area, sending powerful mental energy surges into the air.

Those mental energies intertwined in the air, forming invisible nets that greedily peered into this high-level battle, trying to decipher some of the mysteries of the rules within.

"It's Tracy..."

Dago stood on a towering earthen slope near the innermost layer of the region, using his hand as an umbrella to shield himself from the blinding elemental light, and activated the [Eye of Truth].

In his vision, it wasn't just two women fighting, but two huge, twisted streams of energy colliding wildly.

They watched as a fierce battle suddenly erupted in the distance, at the location of the Jade Court's headquarters.

He saw Tracy's iconic crimson cane.

The Ash Witch Tracy and Michael both come from the Central Region, and she and Michael are mortal enemies.

Tracy's appearance at the Fairy City Ruins of Dago was not surprising to him. What surprised him was that Tracy had directly attacked the Emerald Court's headquarters without any hesitation.

"Judging from her background, she must have equally strong backing and isn't afraid of the Jade Court at all."

This is not only a demonstration of strength, but also a microcosm of the power struggle among the vast forces behind it.

After all, what ordinary wizard would dare to go out of their way to cause trouble for a princess of a vast wizarding empire?

If the Third Ring Wizard riding the giant yellow bat into the innermost area was like throwing a small stone into a mud pit, splashing a few tiny water droplets.

The great battle between the Ash Witch Tracy and Michael of the Emerald Court was like throwing a giant rock directly into this quagmire, causing the entire quagmire to tremble.

Not only the mud pit, but also the silt and monsters hidden deep at the bottom of the mud pit were awakened by this terrifying shock.

The battle between the two lasted for almost a full day and night, and most of the wizards around the ancient fairy city ruins were alerted by the commotion they caused.