Wizard Immortal

Chapter 137 The Influence of Bloodline

"If no one is willing to go, then let's skip this one."

Standing before the enormous round table, looking at the apprentices before him, the old man in the red robe nodded slightly and turned to the next page of his book.

"A large number of carrion wolves, exceeding five hundred, have appeared in the Hillar Mountains region. We need to send troops to suppress them..."

Looking at the pages of the book before him, the old apprentice read aloud word by word.

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A while passed quickly, and after all these matters were dealt with, the old apprentice in the red robe in front closed the book he was holding.

"That concludes our business for the time being. You may now make yourselves at home."

He looked at the apprentices in front of him and said, "If anyone wants to leave early, they can go now."

As soon as these words were spoken, several apprentices around the round table nodded and then walked directly towards the door.

"Is that all?"

Standing there, watching the figures around him gradually leave, Adir was somewhat puzzled.

"What else?" Radel's voice rang in my ears from the side.

He looked at Adir beside him and explained, "The Southern Alliance is a loose organization, mainly managed by the heads of a few families."

"People like us who don't like these things only need to come here occasionally."

Standing still, Radel smiled and said, "However, there's another exchange meeting coming up, with many wizards participating. If you have time, you can go and take a look."

"An exchange meeting?" Adir asked with interest, listening to Radel's words. "Are there many wizards there?"

"Quite a lot." Radel nodded. "Most of the wizards from our Southern Alliance will be coming. Besides us third-class wizards, there will be many second-class wizards, as well as representatives from some wizarding families."

"After all, resources are scarce here, and each wizard is usually busy with their own things. It's good to have an opportunity to bring everyone together."

"That's true." Adir smiled.

He looked around and saw that almost all of the previous apprentices had left, leaving only a few people behind.

"Let's go too," Adir said, looking around at the scene.

Radel was very familiar with this place, obviously having been here more than once. After listening to Adir's words, he led him directly in a certain direction.

Soon they arrived at a large hall.

In the hall, dozens of people were moving around, most of them apprentices, and there were very few ordinary people.

In front of each apprentice was a counter, on which were displayed the items they wanted to trade, making it very easy to see what they were looking for.

Looking at the various counters around him, and casually strolling around, Adir couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed.

The number of apprentices here seems decent, but the materials they bring out to trade are mostly of poor quality. Many things that used to be commonplace in the academy have become rare items here.

After wandering around aimlessly for a few minutes, Adir's only gains were some local materials and a spell template that a second-class apprentice had brought out for trade.

This gain is really not as good as the ancient city of Armor that Adir once visited, at least there were a few long-established wizard apprentices who could offer some unique resources.

"How are you feeling?"

He walked to the door, where Radel, dressed in a black robe, was already standing.

"I have to say, I'm a little disappointed." Looking at Radel in front of him, Adir made no attempt to hide his feelings and spoke directly.

Radel wasn't surprised by his words, but simply shook his head: "That's just how it is here. Resources are too scarce, and there's no powerful wizarding organization to take root here, so many resources can't be cultivated."

"Even if they occasionally have some good stuff, they won't trade it; they'll just keep it to themselves."

After saying this, he paused, then continued, "After a while, once this gathering is over, it will be about time for me to leave."

"What's wrong?" Adir asked, somewhat surprised by Radel's words.

"Thanks to those two golden leaves of yours, I've recovered some of the lifespan I lost in the past."

Turning to look out the window, Radel said, "I plan to leave here and return to the academy in another month, once the family has stabilized."

"A month, right?"

Adir nodded: "In a few months, after I've dealt with things here, I'll also be leaving."

"Haha, then let's meet again sometime!"

Upon hearing Adir's words, Radel laughed and looked at him, saying...

They chatted for a while, agreed to keep in touch, and then each went their separate ways.

Outside, Sidru was already waiting with his men. Judging from the slightly excited expression on his face, he was clearly very satisfied with this gain.

After a while, Adir got into the carriage and headed back the way he came.

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Three months later.

In the early morning, the sun shines on the earth.

In a spacious training ground, Sidru was sparring with another middle-aged man.

Compared to three months ago, Sidru has undergone some changes. Not only is the skin on his face rougher, but his frame also seems to have become much thicker. Although he still looks the same as before, he has changed a lot.

On the training ground, the sounds of swords clashing rang out continuously.

On Sidru and the middle-aged man, specks of white battle aura continuously emerged, directly indicating their identities as extremely powerful Grand Knights.

Despite being a great knight, Sidru held a firm advantage in the battle, displaying a swordsmanship as swift as the wind, giving his opponent no chance to breathe.

In a corner of the training ground, Adir, dressed in a black robe, quietly watched the battle between the two great knights.

"Name: Sidru Fakus. Strength: 8.8. Agility: 8.4. Constitution: 9.1."

Sidru's physical data appeared before his eyes in an instant, allowing him to observe it clearly.

Looking at the data, Adir nodded, standing still: "The body data has increased by more than half. It seems that the bloodline transformation is indeed very effective."

After three months, Elwa, who had undergone bloodline transformation, had fully adapted to the transition period. Not only had his severed arm recovered, but his physical fitness had also caught up with those knight apprentices who had trained for years.

After returning from that gathering, Adir performed bloodline conversions on Duke Ariel and Sidru, among others.

Although both are of Silver Behemoth bloodline, the Duke of Ariel and the two great knights, Sidru, are far stronger than Elwa, an ordinary man. Not only can they convert more bloodlines, but the power gained after conversion is also much greater.

"After the bloodline transformation, due to the influence of the Silver Behemoth bloodline, not only will lifespan increase significantly compared to that of a Great Knight, but the life limit will also be much higher than before."

Standing still, looking at Sidru in the distance, Adir muttered to himself, "They are both Great Knights, but if the life limit of an ordinary Great Knight is around 10, then Sidru's life limit is at least 15 or more."

This is one of the changes brought about by the transformation of bloodline.

As a powerful being capable of contending with a second-level wizard, the Silver Behemoth naturally possesses a very high level of life. Therefore, after converting a portion of its bloodline, Sidru's life level will also be elevated, allowing him to reach even greater heights.

Of course, strictly speaking, this kind of improvement in life limits doesn't have much practical use; it's just for show.

For the Knight system, the Great Knight is the limit. At this level, even the Knight Breathing Technique becomes completely ineffective, and making any progress is extremely difficult.

In this situation, improving one's life limit is not very meaningful for ordinary people, because they are destined never to reach their own limit; it's just something that looks better.

Compared to this kind of limit improvement, the more beneficial aspect of bloodline conversion is actually the improvement of physical attributes and the talent bonuses brought by the bloodline.

"What a pity."

Looking at Sidru showing off his skills in the distance, Adir stood still and muttered to himself.

Regarding bloodlines, Adir had spent so much time studying them, and naturally he wanted to use them on himself.

The benefits of bloodline transformation are obvious: not only can one gain bloodline bonuses, but one can also gain a longer lifespan.

Unfortunately, in the current wizarding world, powerful bloodlines are too rare and precious. Even though Adir has the assistance of a chip that can purify bloodlines to a certain extent, the only bloodline he can offer now is the Silver Behemoth bloodline.

For ordinary wizards, this bloodline is already an extremely good choice, and even formal wizards would be tempted if they obtained it.

But for Adir, given a choice, the appeal of this bloodline isn't that great.

The Silver Behemoth is characterized by its powerful physique and vitality. With its ferocious physical strength, it can even briefly contend with a level two wizard.

While transplanting this bloodline can grant one powerful physical attributes and vitality, it also exposes one to the influence of the Behemoth bloodline, causing one's personality to become violent and bloodthirsty, and even leading to a loss of reason.

The side effects of this bloodline are too great for a wizard's path, which requires constant rationality, and are actually not suitable for a wizard.

The transformation of bloodline is an irreversible process. Once a certain bloodline is transplanted, it can never be changed, so one must choose carefully.

Therefore, Adir would not choose a bloodline with such severe side effects as the Silver Behemoth unless absolutely necessary.

(End of this chapter)