Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"A symbiotic contract?"

Dargo was taken aback. He calmed himself down and, relying on the strange connection between himself and Tracy, finally understood what had happened between them after a moment.

Tracy used a secret technique to forcibly seize his life force in order to achieve "rebirth" and heal her wounds.

However, because the spell was forcibly interrupted by the mysterious power released from the soul seal [Winter Star], the final result of the spell was different.

To use a metaphor, imagine Tracy and Dargo as two bottles, and life force as the water they each contain. Tracy's bottle is almost empty, so she wants to pour all the water from Dargo's bottle into her own.

However, some indescribable accident occurred during this process, causing the two bottles to inexplicably "stick" together.

What was originally a one-sided takeover eventually turned into a "symbiotic" relationship between the two.

As Dago cleared his mind, his face darkened.

He stood there, his eyes darting around, pondering how to resolve the situation.

Suddenly, Tracy, who had been standing still, screamed and turned into a blur as she pounced on him.

Her speed was nothing to Dago, who instinctively kicked her away.

He let out a muffled groan and took two steps back.

Looking up at Tracy again, he saw her clutching her chest with both hands, staring at him with a look of hatred that seemed to want to devour him alive, her eyes also filled with some indescribable shame and indignation.

Dago suddenly recalled the brief, slippery feeling he had experienced after kicking out, and realized that neither of them was wearing clothes.

Titanium was quickly applied to his body, solidifying into the shape of a robe.

After he finished dressing, he saw that Tracy's gaze towards him was even more resentful and vicious.

"You don't even have a single piece of clothing?"

Dargo frowned, his eyes sweeping over Tracy. After thinking about it carefully, he couldn't seem to see any ornaments or decorations on Tracy.

The opponent's spatial storage items may have already been destroyed in the battle.

Thinking of this, Dago took out a robe from his spatial ring, threw it to Tracy, and then turned his back.

It's a way of showing her some respect.

The two had been engaged in close combat driven by primal instincts, and if you really think about it, they had already thoroughly examined each other from head to toe.

"What kind of mess is this?"

After a moment of silence, the rustling sound of robes rubbing together slowly began to rise behind me.

Dago was in a terrible mood, his mind was a mess, and he felt like he had accidentally fallen into a tangled mess.

When the noise behind him stopped, he turned around.

The robes he always carried were made to fit his own body shape, but now, when worn by the petite Tracy, they appeared exceptionally large, giving the impression of a child wearing an adult's clothes.

Dago couldn't muster a smile. He simply looked at Tracy in a calm tone and asked, "Do you know how to break this contract?"

Tracy's expression was indifferent, her eyes vacant, like a puppet that had lost its soul.

Dago understands her current situation.

The once high-and-mighty, arrogant young lady suddenly fell from grace one day, not only rolling into a pile of mud, but also having her most shameful and embarrassing self seen naked by the person she hated the most.

It can be said that all her former pride has been completely shattered.

If Dargo's desire to kill Tracy is 1, then Dargo has no doubt that Tracy's desire to kill him is definitely over 10,000!

Upon hearing Dargo's question, Tracy looked up at him expressionlessly, then suddenly sneered.

Dago realized that he had been foolish to ask the question. Even if Tracy knew how to break the "symbiotic" state, there was no way he would tell her at this stage.

Because once this current situation is lifted, she will completely lose any protection of her life in front of Dago.

"never mind."

Dargo calmed down, strode forward, grabbed Tracy, and launched herself into the air.

Tracy instinctively resisted a few times, but soon resigned herself to her fate and let him take her away.

Dargo had no choice but to leave with Tracy.

The "symbiotic" relationship between the two of them means that they cannot stray too far from each other, otherwise they will both suffer a backlash.

Moreover, even without this rule, he couldn't just leave Tracy here. The two are interdependent; if Tracy gets caught, he'll be in trouble too.

"I was just about to go see Evaquel for our appointment."

"As a successor of ancient shamanic tradition, Evaqui might have a solution to this kind of 'strange illness' that involves the soul."

Dargo carried Tracy like a chick, casually putting away her Crimson Lotus Cane, and then quickly left in one direction.

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Five days later.

Deep within the dark, damp forest, two figures dressed in black robes moved back and forth.

A tall, black-robed figure led the way, his body occasionally glowing with magical light, clearing the path ahead and sweeping away miasma and poisonous insects along the way.

The petite woman followed behind the former at a leisurely pace, maintaining a relatively stable distance between them without exchanging any words.

Only when they reached a relatively flat and dry location did the man in black robes who had led the way speak.

"Let's rest for a while and continue our journey when it gets dark."

After speaking, he stopped walking without caring whether the person behind him responded.

The two men in black robes removed their hoods, revealing the young faces of a man and a woman.

Both are exceptionally handsome and beautiful individuals, and if they were in the public eye, they might be mistaken for a perfectly matched couple. However, in reality, their relationship cannot even be described as "cold."

Dago casually tossed a fireball onto the ground, and the flames burst into flames, scorching the withered branches and leaves below with a crisp "crackling" sound.

With his current physique, the harsh environment in the dense forest doesn't actually have much of an impact on him. Whether it's his powerful mental strength as a level three wizard or the ancient frost hydra bloodline flowing in his body, it's enough to keep most wild beasts and monsters away.

But seeking light in the dark is an instinct ingrained in human genes, and whenever he stops to rest, Dago habitually lights a campfire.

At this moment, Tracy was standing more than five meters away from him, her expression calm and completely unreadable. In Dargo's perception, her inner emotions were like a stagnant pool.

Over the course of five days, the two barely communicated. She did whatever Dago "ordered" her to do, appearing quite "obedient."

Dago ignored her and focused on his own things.