Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

After Dago and Serena left the academy, neither of them spoke.

It seems the patrol team's crisis has been temporarily averted.

The events of last night had a significant impact on the town, with horse-drawn carriages carrying large and small bags as residents moved away from home.

Once the forests outside the city are completely occupied by the Darkblood Council, they will begin invading the town of Ainark.

Many townspeople, taking advantage of the fact that the forest had not yet been completely destroyed, spent all their savings to hire wandering wizards to escort them out of the city and migrate to safer places.

The two walked on the cobblestone street, the sound of the wooden wheels rolling over the cracks in the stones was particularly jarring, and most of the windows on both sides of the street were open, the usual lively atmosphere gone.

The closer they got to the noble district, the more desolate it became. Soon they arrived at the Wizard's Inn.

When we passed through the aristocratic district, it was already almost deserted; most people had evacuated the town with their families long ago.

In the dimly lit room, the windows were covered by thick curtains, letting in only a faint light.

Dago sat at the table, examining the storage ring in his hand by the light of the kerosene lamp.

It contained all of Viser's wealth, and along with it, Dago was given the curse of his family's bloodline, the Tears of Helam.

Thinking of this, he touched the Tear of Helam on his chest. It seemed to have a kind of independent consciousness; once Dago tried to peel it off, it would wander to other parts of his body.

Dargo had no choice but to put the matter aside, as Raymond had said that only a formal wizard could break this troublesome curse.

This is also the biggest reason why Raymond dared not touch Viser; he was afraid of being hunted down by the Helam wizarding family.

Dago was quite experienced in dealing with storage equipment; he simply used a large amount of mental energy to erase the mental imprint left by the previous owner.

So he began to work diligently, meditating to restore his mental energy while erasing the mental imprints on the runes of his storage ring, repeating the process over and over again.

Time quickly passed to eleven or twelve o'clock at night. Since the incident with the town patrol, no one from the academy had interfered with his mission.

So Dago was happy to stay at the Wizard's Inn, away from the strife.

Dark and gloomy clouds dominated the night sky, making the already cold weather even more oppressive.

"Boom~~"

Hearing the booming sound of a magical explosion coming from the far outskirts of town, Dago hurriedly ran to the window and pulled back the curtains.

On the outskirts of the town, a wooden house was set ablaze, sending flames soaring into the sky.

"It seems that the black-robed wizard's night raid last night was not a coincidence, but rather a manifestation of the academy's loss of control over the situation."

Dago stared blankly at the distant firelight, thinking to himself.

Because the Wizard Inn was located on a hillside, at a high altitude and far from the outside, Dagger could not see the location of the fire or what had happened.

Lights were being turned on in every household in the town, symbolizing the spread of chaos.

Many people in the aristocratic district also ran out of their houses, their faces filled with fear and panic. Among them was a woman holding a crying baby, wandering aimlessly in the street.

He felt a pang of reluctance, but was powerless to do anything about it.

Once the black-robed wizards break into the town, it means the start of slaughter and looting. These black-robed wizards, who are extremely capable of fighting alone, are like fish in water when fighting in the town's alleyways.

Town mobile patrols and wizards from the academy continued to rush towards the fire.

Not long after, more explosions caused by witchcraft rang out.

Dargo estimated that with the support of the academy wizards, the town patrol should be able to suppress the black-robed wizards who had broken in.

As expected, the outskirts of the town gradually quieted down, and the fire was extinguished by the wizard using water magic.

Seeing that everything was alright, the people on the street returned to their homes in fear, knowing they would fall asleep in terror that night.

Dago drew the curtains, returned to the table, and tightened the second-level apprentice robe he had left behind.

Once he has magic stones, he will buy a robe with runes. He has already experienced the convenience of runes, and they are indeed very convenient.

As for the Level 3 Apprentice Robe awarded by the UMNO, it was completely ruined; even the Shadow Leopard skin sewn into the inner layer was destroyed and rendered worthless.

Five days... at most five days later, I will be able to get the storage ring in one fell swoop!

With this wonderful fantasy in mind, Dago happily threw himself into the work of erasing the spiritual imprint of Viser.

The following day, news of the black-robed wizards' raid on the town's outskirts, burning, killing, and looting had spread throughout the town. There were even rumors that three black-robed wizards had killed ten hired wizards and a patrol team composed of academy wizards.

Many town residents, no longer caring about selling their possessions or hiring wandering wizards, simply fled the town with their cash.

During the day, high-ranking academy wizards led the way in the forest, so the black-robed wizard dared not act openly.

However, many civilians are still abducted by black-robed wizards while crossing the southern forests, and their whereabouts are unknown.

However, most people still chose to risk crossing the southern forests, and now, the seven- or eight-story houses in the town are deserted.

The Aynak Wizarding Academy didn't care about the lives of these commoners; as long as their base camp on the mountain remained, the wizards of the academy would have confidence.

As evening approached, Dago invited Serena to go to town for dinner. Serena had been grieving the death of old Marico and rarely left her room.

Old Marico, who had no children of his own, treated Serena as if she were his own daughter.

As the sun set, the two walked down the desolate street. He said to the haggard Serena, "Everyone dies, Serena, but whether the death is meaningful is important to us."

"Whether you die on the road to pursuing your dreams or in the responsibility of protecting your family, it is meaningful."

"We'll talk about it in our casual conversations later. Ah, there used to be an old wizard named Maric in the forest of Aynak. He was family to us and the best old man in the wizarding world."

"Although his body is dead, his soul will always be with us, so we should live better, carrying on his legacy."

Serena cheered up a lot after hearing this. It wasn't that Dago was incapable of sadness, but rather that he felt that old Marico had never truly passed away.

After enjoying a hearty meal at a restaurant, chatting and laughing, the two passed by the Wizard's Hall.

"Get out of here! Where did these hired wizards come from, thinking of terminating their contracts? Do you think the academy is a place you can come and go as you please?"

At the entrance of the hall, a curly-haired young man wearing a robe embroidered with the academy's emblem impatiently shooed away several bruised and battered wandering wizards in front of him, as if swatting away flies.

"You bunch of college dogs deceived us, sending us to risk our lives in the most dangerous places."

One of the wizards, leaning on a cane, shouted loudly without regard for the consequences.

Suddenly, the curly-haired youth exuded a dangerous aura and said, "You think you're so great? If you keep shouting, I'll call the academy's supervising wizards to arrest you, and then things will be very difficult to handle."

Upon hearing the name of the supervising wizard, the hired wizards turned pale, stopped shouting, and left the entrance of the wizarding hall in resentment.

Seeing this, Dago thought to himself, "If the academy uses hired wizards like this, aren't they afraid they'll stab us in the back later?"

The curly-haired youth's eyes lit up when he saw Serena wearing an academic robe, and he walked over to strike up a conversation with them.

"The academy is really something. Do they really expect these wandering wizards who haven't even taken a single proper witchcraft class to help turn the tide?"

However, he then said with a worried expression, "We can't blame the academy. Those demons in the Darkblood Council have created many black-robed wizards called Blood Servants. They're acting like they've gone mad, killing anyone they see. They're really difficult to deal with."

"Fortunately, we had hired wizards to take the bullets for us; what a bunch of idiots."

Dago and Serena watched him grumble silently, which offended the curly-haired youth, and his face darkened.

He looked at Dago and said sarcastically, "Really? You've never even seen a black-robed wizard? That's really pathetic."

Dago nodded, too lazy to argue with him.

Seeing that Dago had backed down, the curly-haired youth said to Serena with a smug tone, "I was transferred to the Wizard Hall to do a leisurely job because I killed a black-robed wizard by myself. Isn't that amazing?"

Serena ignored him completely, which angered the curly-haired youth, who then uttered, "Ungrateful wretch," before turning and returning to the wizard's hall.