CHAPTER 665: CHAPTER 313: THE ELEMENTS SING FOR YOU, LADY MEL

The scene before him was a hall of utmost luxury.

The floor beneath his feet shimmered with starlight, surrounded by blooming flowers and scattered crystals. In the center of the hall, there was a fountain and a pool. Fairy waiters bearing drinks and food flitted busily about as wizards in various magic robes or suits conversed and toasted, with light laughter echoing occasionally...

Ronan’s first reaction was to suspect that he had arrived at the wrong place.

He attempted to find the figure of Heliodor in the crowd but was first spotted by a female wizard with a red pointed hat and snow-white hair, who pointed at him and called out loudly.

"Everyone, look who’s here! Our protagonist for tonight!"

The Red Hat Witch’s voice was clear and resonant, instantly drawing the attention of everyone in the hall.

Ronan was caught off guard, and every unfamiliar face before him wore expressions of warmth and kindness that he had never seen before.

Everyone was smiling at him and raising their glasses.

The loud-sounding Red Hat Witch looked at him with an affectionate gaze, arms crossed.

"What an outstanding and handsome young man... Heliodor, is this the disciple you value so much? Thank goodness, your judgment is finally right this time."

Finally spotting Heliodor in the crowd, Ronan noticed that whether it was due to alcohol or emotion, Heliodor’s cheeks and nose were red, and he was winking mischievously at Ronan.

Just then, the Red Hat Witch swiftly approached, extending her hand as if to caress Ronan’s face, only to stop suddenly just before touching, turning her palm to reveal a burst of splendid magical fireworks.

"The elements sing for you..."

The spells’ fireworks turned into a shower of glowing feathers, gently floating down.

The Red Hat Witch stood before Ronan, arms open, her eyes crinkling in a benevolent smile.

"Welcome to Dawn... Ronan Damien."

In an instant, melodious music played, and tiny figures with wings, embracing harps and accordions, emerged as the fountain in the hall’s center sprayed fragrant wine and colorful candies.

The wizards laughed heartily, bursting into joyful song and dance.

In just a short time, the light focused on Ronan was dispersed away.

Ronan felt an inexplicable feeling welling within him, and the scene before him reminded him of when he was promoted to Official Wizard, celebrated only by a group of owls. One card reading "Welcome to the Mist World" he still kept even now.

Evidently, this grand banquet was secretly arranged by Heliodor to celebrate Ronan’s promotion to Dawn.

Ronan didn’t quite know how to feel as the beautiful witch, whom he had previously "pushed" away, swayed her supple hips, trying to sidle up to him.

He shook his head in refusal, and the beautiful witch could only walk away in greater melancholy.

"Your soul age isn’t over fifty, but you seem so old for a young man..."

Heliodor approached, holding a glass of pale red wine, with two attractive third-level witches affectionately clinging to his arms.

"How extraordinarily dull."

Heliodor sipped his drink, shaking his head at Ronan. "Life can’t be only about meditation and study..."

Before Ronan could respond, the Red Hat Witch had already approached, naturally clasping Ronan’s hand, intertwining her fingers with his as if they were sweethearts.

"Not everyone is like you, Old Beaver!"

The Red Hat Witch’s voice was clear and pleasant, more melodious than a sixteen-year-old girl’s, and her looks mirrored her youthful voice.

But Ronan could clearly sense the powerful aura of a Level 5 Wizard emanating from her. He allowed her to hold his hand as any obedient and sensible junior would.

"I do like his personality and appearance very much.

He looks almost exactly like my thirty-second husband...."

The Red Hat Witch smiled warmly at Ronan, gently tucking a stray lock of his hair behind his ear.

Heliodor seemed unfazed by the Red Hat Witch’s demeanor, shaking his head, casually asking, "Where’s Nistin and the others? Why are you the only one here?"

The Red Hat Witch answered offhandedly: "There’s a young girl named Bilin Jones at Black Moon, who happens to be holding a promotion celebration banquet today as well. They chose to go there..."

Heliodor’s eyes flickered. "Is that the eight-star soul talented youngster? Why didn’t you go?"

"You know, I never liked the Black Moon gatherings. The atmosphere is so dreary it’s like a funeral..."

The Red Hat Witch cast a "loving" glance at Ronan, smiling softly: "It turns out my choice wasn’t wrong at all."

After speaking, she patted Ronan on the back of his hand and gently released her intertwined fingers, lightly kissing his cheek.

"Alright, I’ll leave the time for you and your mentor. I need to mingle around and see if there’s any of those berries I love left...

I’ll remember you, young Ronan."

The Red Hat Witch winked at Ronan, walking away with the lighthearted steps of a lovesick maiden.

The two third-level witches beside Heliodor also tactfully followed.

Ronan suddenly felt a slight tingle on his cheek where the Red Hat Witch had kissed him. Reaching up to scratch, he discovered a bright red lipstick mark in his hand like a fallen maple leaf.

"It seems Lady Mel truly likes you."

Heliodor remarked upon seeing the lipstick mark in Ronan’s hand. "If you don’t mind her age, you might consider finding her after the party with that... She’s always been generous, especially when she’s in a good mood."

Ronan gently pressed his lips together, casually storing the lipstick mark in his Space Ring.

Noticing Ronan’s attitude, Heliodor smiled, not pursuing the topic further, instead lightly asking, "How do you find my arrangement? Satisfactory?"

....

"Bring him a ’Water Dragon Tongue’... Surely you won’t refuse even a sip, would you?"

Ronan extended his hand to receive a glass of wine handed over by the Elf Waiter summoned by Heliodor, clinking it gently with Heliodor’s glass.

"It’s a wonderful surprise. Thank you, mentor."

Ronan thanked seriously, then drank the contents of his glass in one gulp.

The intense strength of the liquor surged up from his stomach, giving Ronan a brief feeling of dizziness, but it was quickly dissipated by the powerful physique granted by the Pure Body, and his complexion returned to normal.

Casually handing the empty glass to the waiting elf waiter, Ronan said calmly, "These people probably came to celebrate just to give face to the teacher."

Heliodor sighed lightly and said in a low voice, "For such a grand event as taking in disciples, in the end, only Mel was willing to come among the Level 5 Wizards...

I have little face left.

Forget it, let’s not talk about this, let me see your Essence Spirit Light.."

Heliodor shifted the subject, reaching an empty hand towards Ronan’s forehead.

Ronan released his Spiritual Field, considering how much of the dark golden sphere in his mind to reveal, but Heliodor’s finger touched and withdrew from the center of his brow like a dragonfly skimming the water.

"It’s a bit better than I expected..."

Heliodor looked at him with a rather satisfied gaze.

"Uh..."

Ronan didn’t know what to say.

Heliodor casually tossed a few Rune Crystals to him.

"Here are some of my cultivation insights after reaching Level 4, which should be helpful to you."

"Thank you, teacher."

Ronan was slightly taken aback, then accepted the items respectfully.

"It’s just some trivial experiences, among the Level 5 Wizards at Spirit Lake, I’m probably among the least skilled in cultivation."

Heliodor shook his head and said, "You go ahead and look at it, if I find anything better later, I’ll give it to you.

There’s no rush for anything.

After all, you’re still young, and you have a full thousand years to slowly do these things.

However, you should start learning Magic Potion knowledge soon, in a while, I will officially begin teaching you..."

Ronan listened attentively, nodding from time to time.

Since officially embarking on the path of a Wizard, Benny counted as one of Ronan’s true teachers, followed by Heliodor.

Alazan barely counts as half a teacher.

After this promotion feast, Heliodor’s attitude towards Ronan seemed to have changed, taking him more seriously.

He gave Ronan a myriad of instructions like a real teacher.

Only after speaking every last point did he wave his hand and leave Ronan to head elsewhere.

Ronan was still digesting Heliodor’s words when a figure quickly approached him.

It was a slightly chubby young man, also possessing the strength of a Level 4 Wizard, who immediately congratulated Ronan on his promotion and said, "Master Damien, on behalf of Wizard Marlon, I’d like to..."

The chubby Wizard’s words were abruptly interrupted by a distant voice.

"Congratulations on becoming a member of Dawn, Damien."

The sudden voice drew the attention of both Ronan and the chubby Wizard. They turned to see a stately, handsome youth striding toward them as though he owned the place.

"Zorn."

Ronan’s eyes flickered slightly as he called out the other’s name.

Zorn nodded slightly, then smiled and raised his glass toward Ronan, "Misha was very happy to hear of your successful promotion."

"Many thanks to Lord Misha for the help provided."

Ronan said "earnestly."

The chubby Wizard listened to their conversation, his face changing slightly.

"So you were recruited by Misha long ago..."

He left sullenly.

Zorn watched the chubby Wizard’s retreating back and let out a slight derisive snort before turning back to speak with Ronan, his face breaking into a smile, "We were all right to believe in you.

You did not let Misha down."

Ronan shook his head "sheepishly."

Zorn seemed exceptionally pleased with Ronan’s demeanor and casually pulled a thin blue card from his pocket, handing it to Ronan.

"Inside is a sum of Contribution Points, enough for you to exchange for the Level 4 Spells you want to learn in the Magic Collection.

Misha specially asked me to give this to you as a gift to celebrate your successful promotion."

Ronan was first stunned, then thrilled, finally accepting the card from Zorn "overwhelmed," and couldn’t help but "excitedly" say:

"Praise Misha! Grateful to Misha!"

Zorn nodded slowly, the expression on his face growing more satisfied.

Ronan freely expressed his gratitude and indebtedness to Misha.

He intentionally steered the conversation with Zorn towards Misha, and managed to pry quite a bit of information about Misha from Zorn.

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A few hundred more to reach three thousand Monthly tickets; I’d like to round up the number, asking once more for Monthly tickets, thanks everyone~