Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"There's a girl who said she came with you; she's outside right now."

The girl Baron Ferreschet was referring to was Tracy, who had waited until everything was settled on Dargo's side before coming up.

Tracy's looks and demeanor were so outstanding that no one dared to stop her, and she traveled without hindrance.

"He's my friend."

Dargo nodded, and Baron Ferresher breathed a sigh of relief before continuing, "It's been found out. These damned 'bandits' were originally members of a group called the 'Robin Hood'."

"They specifically use the guise of standing up for the common people to plunder nobles everywhere, using the money to support the wizard in their ranks."

"These bastards keep talking about justice, but they're really just after the gold coins. Five years ago, that blacksmith Dick even gave up his own wife to pay off his debts. He's a complete gambler and alcoholic."

Baron Ferrescheh said through gritted teeth, but Dargo was completely uninterested in these matters.

He slightly raised his hand to interrupt Baron Ferreschewsky, then strolled over to a group of thugs who were bound and kneeling before a pile of corpses. Everyone who passed by them had an undisguised look of hatred on their face.

Ferresher's personal guards suffered heavy casualties in this battle, including two of his strongest knight-level warriors. One of them, Dago, was quite familiar with. If he remembered correctly, Dago had taught "himself" swordsmanship when he was young.

The group of rogue adventurers, led by the burly man from the Black Tower, were all here, like a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

The wizard in the black robes then revealed his true form, which turned out to be a woman with a large black birthmark on her face and an ugly appearance.

The woman knelt on the ground, her body beneath the black robe still trembling uncontrollably. Her performance was even worse than that of the mercenaries from her own band of thieves and adventurers. It wasn't that she lacked mental fortitude, but rather that only she truly understood just how terrifying the handsome young man standing before them was.

Compared to her opponent, she, a third-level wizard apprentice, was like a firefly under the scorching sun, feeling as if she would be forcibly "melted" at any moment.

"name?"

Dago's gaze fell on the woman, and he spoke calmly.

The woman answered, trembling, "Sandril, Sandri Anekesarkin."

After asking a few simple questions, Dago learned that the woman named Sandri was from the neighboring kingdom. She was an orphan who had saved a dying wandering wizard when she was young. After the wizard's death, she naturally inherited his mantle and then cultivated herself to her current level through self-study.

According to Sandri, there is a wizarding organization on the East Coast called the "Unity Society," whose influence extends to all the kingdoms on the East Coast. There are many wizards like her in the "Unity Society," and she can exchange worldly wealth for certain cultivation resources.

After all, most wizards who choose to live in the secular world need gold coins to support their enjoyment.

However, because the "guild" has clear rules that wizards are not allowed to use their power to interfere with the secular world, and will be severely punished if they violate them, Sandri chose to "cooperate" with the adventurer group to rob nobles.

"I did not know that there was such a great being as you on this land."

Sandri sighed deeply, burying her head between her knees.

Sandri had seen the most powerful wizards, but their spiritual power was less than one ten-thousandth of that of the person before her.

Dargo listened quietly as Sandri finished speaking, nodded slightly, and then looked at her calmly.

"Do you still want to live?"

Sandri looked up abruptly. "What do I need to give you in return?"

What do you think?

Sandri reacted quickly, lunging at Dago's feet and kissing the soil beneath them, while simultaneously chanting the incantation to sign a soul contract.

The members of the chivalrous adventurer group kneeling behind Sandrie understood her meaning and also knelt forward, vying to speak, "We can also pledge our loyalty, sir, we..."

"Whoosh—"

A slight whooshing sound rang out, and the shouts of the group of adventurers, led by the burly man from the Black Tower, immediately ceased. They all collapsed to the ground, each with a small, round hole between their eyebrows, from which thick blood flowed.

Dago casually put away the Titan that had transformed into flying needles, took out the cowbell "Bone Death Bell," and collected the souls of the group, using them as food for the ghost boy Ashiya inside the cowbell.

After completing the remaining master-servant contract with Sandrine, the matter was considered closed.

The reason he didn't kill Sandrie was because he saw that she had good potential. Her soul was still young, yet she was able to reach the level of a third-level apprentice through self-study. This might not be anything special in the southern wizarding world, but it was quite rare on the east coast.

Wizards have long lifespans, so Sandrie can protect the Heca family for a very long time.

As for the Black Tower strongmen and others, their loyalty would be even higher if they were made into undead puppets, so there was no need to keep them.

After accepting Sandri, Dago noticed that the changes that had been paused within him had resumed.

Clearly, "protecting the family" was also one of the obsessions of the predecessor "Dago".

Dago felt that his soul was like a pot of thick soup, and what he had to do now was to slowly stir and melt the remaining bits of butter in the soup.

After doing all this, Dago turned to look at the group of Heca family relatives who were waiting beside him.

His gaze swept over them, and many people tensed up.

Dago saw faces, some familiar, some unfamiliar, and memories surged through his mind. Finally...

He paused on a beautiful woman who was staring intently at him, her lips tightly pressed together, her eyes filled with excitement yet she dared not show it.

Dago's eyes flickered slightly as he walked step by step toward the beautiful woman.

Upon reaching the beautiful woman, he softly said, "Mother."

In an instant, tears welled up in the beautiful woman's eyes, and she hugged him tightly, bursting into tears.

As night fell, the castle banquet hall was brightly lit.

A magnificent long table covered with red cloth was filled with all kinds of food.

Dago quietly savored each dish in front of him, pausing briefly with his eyes closed after each bite to appreciate its flavor.

Tracy sat next to him, eating heartily without any airs of a noblewoman.

Baron Ferreschewsky and the elegant woman with her chestnut hair styled in an updo did not touch their knives and forks, but simply watched the two of them.

When he finished the last dish he had been longing for, Dago let out a soft sigh.

The moment he put down his knife and fork, he seemed to become a little more "clear" from the inside out, but only Dargo himself could feel this incredible thing.

"Da...Dago".

Seeing that Dargo had finished his meal, Baron Ferreche, who was sitting opposite him, tentatively called him by name.

His son, whom he hadn't seen for six years, returned with an irresistible and powerful presence, and he hadn't yet found his place in this "unfamiliar" relationship.

"Father, please speak."

Dargo calmly watched as Baron Ferresche spoke, while the latter appeared quite reserved.

"I have already given the order that starting tomorrow, all members of the Heca family will come to see you one by one, and the painter you requested is also on his way."

Baron Ferreira recounted the matters that Dargo had instructed him on one by one. If an uninformed bystander were present, they would hardly recognize this as a conversation between a father and son; it would seem more like a subordinate reporting to a superior.