Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Dago coldly watched as Heliodo's figure completely disappeared from sight.

Only after confirming that there were no more magical fluctuations indicating surveillance in the vicinity did he coldly spit out through clenched teeth:

"What an annoying old beaver."

Regardless of what seemingly reasonable excuse the old man had just given himself.

The other party's domineering behavior of disregarding his life and death and forcibly probing his mental barrier had seriously crossed the line of Dago's survival.

On Dago's blacklist, his favorability toward Heliodo has instantly plummeted to absolute zero.

He secretly rejoiced.

Fortunately, in that critical moment, the old fox Arajan covered for him from the depths of his soul, even sacrificing his own life force to disguise himself.

Otherwise, once the incredible secrets in his mind are discovered by Heliodo... he will definitely be dissected on the spot and become a miserable "guinea pig" on the other party's experimental table.

However, risks always come with opportunities.

The information that Heliodor had just inadvertently revealed—that a portion of Isidore's magical legacy was actually stored in the Mirror Lake—was something he had inadvertently revealed.

This was truly like a fire, completely igniting the intense, unyielding greed and interest in Dago's heart.

If that old beaver wasn't just bragging and exaggerating on purpose.

So, his forced stay at Lingjing Lake as an ascetic monk to do odd jobs was, in a way, an extremely tempting and hopeful goal in the endless darkness.

"As long as there's a chance..."

Dago gripped the edge of his robe tightly with both hands, a dangerous glint of predatory light flashing in his eyes as he made up his mind.

"At all costs, I must obtain that long-sealed inheritance completely!"

After calming down from my intense emotions.

Dago called out to Arahan in his heart on a special frequency.

Soon, a weak response from Arajan, filled with extreme exhaustion and even a hint of gritted teeth, came from his mind.

It's not his fault.

The biggest taboo secret in Dago's body is probably the five soul crystals that set him apart from ordinary geniuses who have stepped into the "forbidden zone of wizards"!

Once this secret is exposed, not only will Dago die, but Arajan, who resides in his soul, will also face the fate of having his soul extracted and refined by a powerful being.

Therefore, his earlier cover was also closely related, and he didn't have any complaints.

but.

When Dago shamelessly made another outrageous request to him.

This ancient being, who had lived for countless years, finally broke down completely and began to grit its teeth.

"Kid! You really think I'm some kind of magic lamp that, after you rub it a couple of times, can grant any wish and do anything?!"

Arahan's voice echoed angrily in his mind.

"I've already filled that same hole for you once, and I'm too weak to fall into it a second time!"

Dago maintained his composure, as if Mount Tai had collapsed before him.

He calmly replied, "I have kept a clear record of every single instance of help you have given me."

"But this matter also has a fatal advantage for you. When we sign the contract later, if I use my own soul essence to sign it, it will inevitably leave a soul imprint."

"If I cause any trouble in the future in order to obtain Isidore's legacy, this mark will become a shackle for them to track me down or even kill me. If I am restricted or killed because of this... you, as the host, will also suffer a lot."

Arazan fell silent on the other end.

Clearly, he was weighing the pros and cons.

A moment later.

"You win!"

With a helpless snort, a vast and obscure stream of magical information was forcefully transmitted into the depths of Dago's mind, as if it were being forcibly instilled.

A slight smile of triumph curved Dargo's lips as he lowered his head, beginning to meticulously analyze the complex structure of the spell in his mind, much like a sponge.

In the quiet room, only the wall clock ticked tirelessly.

…………

"Tick-tock".

The brass clock on the crystal wall swung precisely 754 times.

The crystal door was pushed open.

Heliodo returned with several items in his hand.

"Alright, stop spacing out. What follows is some necessary, rubbish procedure. You should understand."

He strode up to Dago and casually flicked his wrist.

"Splash—"

He tossed two yellowed parchment sheets, which reeked of decay, into the air.

The parchment burst into flames the moment it was unfolded, without any warning!

The eerie green flames burned the parchment to ashes in just one second, leaving not a single ash behind.

What's truly astonishing is that, although the parchment disappeared, it left behind lines of ancient contract text, forged from flames and radiating the fluctuations of laws, in the air where it was originally located.

"Look carefully, there are two contracts of servitude in total."

Heliodo pointed to the fiery text in mid-air and said calmly, "The one on the left is the entry agreement you signed with the entire Lingjing Lake power; while the one on the right is the exclusive enslavement... cough, exclusive subservience contract you signed with our Deep Sea School."

"If there are no problems, then hurry up and cut your finger to press your primordial blood seal on."

Dago completely ignored the old man's urging.

He squinted and carefully analyzed every word and sentence of the intricate text on the two contracts, which could very well conceal traps in the laws of the law.

After confirming that there are no arbitrary clauses that directly deprive someone of their power of life and death.

He looked up at Heliodo and asked quite naturally, "Using blood could easily allow malicious individuals to intercept and curse it. To be on the safe side... may I sign it using my soul power?"

Heliodo glanced at him with some surprise. This kid is really wary.

"Hmph, that would be the best, the binding force of the soul contract is stronger."

Dago nodded calmly.

Immediately, he slowly raised his right hand.

Apply slight pressure with your fingertips.

A wisp of extremely faint, yet pure, "soul power" was forced to seep out from his fingertips.

This wisp of soul power split in two in mid-air, like two drops of water falling into a sponge, and smoothly merged into the two flame contracts in front of it.

"Buzz—"

Contract reached!

The burning flames of the law characters in the air seemed to have found some kind of satisfaction.

They trembled slightly, then dissipated silently into the air like smoke, disappearing completely.

Heliodo confirmed that the contract was in effect without error.

Then, he took out a dark blue crystal token symbolizing his identity, along with several simple robes for his assistants, from the sleeves of his wide, thin robe.

As he dumped all the odds and ends on Dage, he began to explain the tedious precautions and strict rules of the laboratory in his unpleasant voice.

Dago took the items with both hands, bowed his head slightly, and put on a fake expression of attentive and respectful listening to the teachings.

But in reality, his consciousness had already sunk into his sea of ​​consciousness, where he was having a secret conversation with Arajan.

"Old man, are you sure this last-minute disguise method you just learned... is really okay? That's a contract that directly points to the laws of nature!"

Are you questioning my professional competence?

Arajan's arrogant voice carried a hint of displeasure at being slighted: "The 'Soul Simulation Technique' I just taught you is an absolute secret passed down by the infamous Shadow Leech School, which was notorious in the dark world back in the day!"

"I remember I mentioned this to you before, but the creator of this spell is none other than the master you summoned in the Storm Realm using that ancient finger bone—the Great Wizard Nash!"

"That old madman Nash's favorite perverted thing to do in his life was to use this perfect disguise spell to strip away his soul aura and disguise himself into all sorts of characters."

"He even disguised himself as a beggar, a king, and a prostitute to immerse himself in all sorts of completely different lives."

"For this reason, he and I once had many profound common topics in discussing the art of disguise."

Arajan scoffed, "What else do you have to worry about? And even if we take a step back, don't forget..."

"The soul power you just used to sign those two awful contracts... damn it, it was a wisp of soul energy I severed!"

"Even if Spirit Mirror Lake discovers something amiss in the future and triggers the destructive laws of the contract... I'll be the one struck by lightning! What does it have to do with you, Dago?!"

Hearing Arajan's exasperated yet incredibly reassuring assurance...

Dago's tense muscles finally relaxed quietly, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Since you've said that... then I'm completely relieved."