Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 220 - 219: Be My Lover... uh, no, Attendant!

Chapter 220: Chapter 219: Be My Lover… uh, no, Attendant!

Walking back to the entrance, Richard saw Macbeth and Nancy standing there. Before he could even open his mouth, he heard Macbeth raise his hand in a “no talking” gesture, “Hmm, you don’t need to speak, I know what you’re wondering about in your mind.”

Hmm?

Richard was startled, “What am I wondering? I’m not wondering anything.”

“You must be thinking about that guy you fought earlier, right? Let me tell you, his situation is called Bloodline Seed,” Macbeth said. “It’s a kind of power different from that of a wizard. I don’t know much about it, but I can explain a bit.”

Richard: Since you’ve put it that way, what can I say? Please, start your performance… Hmm, your explanation.

“Cough.” Macbeth coughed, cleared his throat, and walked with Richard and Nancy toward the exit of the Duel Arena, speaking slowly as they walked.

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“Bloodline Seed, in a certain sense, is like those with wizard talents—extremely rare. Those who possess it, although unable to become wizards or cast spells, can go through a series of training to continuously break through human limits, becoming incredibly strong, fast, and resilient, sometimes even comparable to demonized creatures.”

“The one who fought against Richard in the arena earlier, that Tuo Tie, didn’t seem that strong, Master Macbeth?” Nancy chimed in.

“Indeed.” Macbeth nodded, not denying, “As I told you before, Bloodline Seeds also vary, just like wizard talents, some are high and some are low. After all, according to some records, the power of a Bloodline Seed comes from ancestors.

Generally speaking, if an ancestor was more powerful, then their descendants with activated Bloodline Seeds are stronger. Conversely, if the ancestor was mediocre or lacked outstanding predecessors, their descendants’ activated Bloodline Seeds are at best slightly stronger than ordinary people. The Tuo Tie you mentioned probably falls into this category.

Also, it seems his Bloodline Seed had only activated recently, not only unpracticed but also not fully shaped.

If his Bloodline Seed had the potential of tenfold power, then in the arena, he only managed to unleash about threefold. It’s not surprising that he was killed.”

“How strong can the most powerful Bloodline Seed get?” Richard looked at Macbeth and asked.

“Well…” Macbeth hesitated for a moment, “Honestly, I don’t understand.”

Richard, Nancy: “…”

“Wizards inhabit a separate world. Although there is some interaction with the outside world, there isn’t much concern,” Macbeth quickly made excuses for himself. “It’s undeniable, Bloodline Seeds are powerful, but their rarity and difficult inheritance mean they cannot be cultivated like wizards. Thus, even if Bloodline Seeds are strong, they cannot challenge wizards, so wizards naturally wouldn’t study them too much.

However, that said, I’ve heard some rumors: reportedly, if someone has enough perseverance, a Bloodline Seed can continuously grow, thus constantly enhancing its power. In that case, the most powerful Bloodline Seed possessor might be able to contend with some wizards. Tsk tsk, the thought of just bodily strength contending with wizards is terrifying. Such individuals would be an ideal choice for Wizard’s Servants.”

After finishing his speech, Macbeth looked at Richard and said, “By the way, Richard, I am suspecting that your speed and strength are so great, it’s very likely because you have a Bloodline Seed.”

“Is that so?” Richard feigned “surprise,” though he knew very well that he didn’t have a Bloodline Seed; it was all done using Solidification Magic.

However, Macbeth’s words did open up a new path for him: although he didn’t have a Bloodline Seed, he could pretend to have one, so if he did anything extraordinary in the future, it could be explained away.

Thinking this, Richard vaguely said, “Maybe, I’ve indeed heard that one of my ancestors was a powerful warrior.”

“Then you need to push yourself,” Macbeth said. “You’re at the very bottom layer of the Wheel, which means your talent is quite poor, indicating your path to wizard talents is very narrow. Of course, if you were a genius like me, even with lesser talent, you could still become a wizard.”

Richard: “…”

“In any case, having a Bloodline Seed is a good thing, it means you have another path to follow, which might make things easier for you,” Macbeth said. “Eventually, even if you truly can’t become a strong wizard, you could still serve a powerful wizard. Hmm, best if it’s a powerful witch.”

Macbeth was speaking when Richard felt an intense gaze coming from beside him. Turning his head, he saw it was Nancy. Her gaze was much more intense than during their previous conversation on the great wheel, as if saying, “Don’t hesitate any longer, agree to be my servant now, you won’t regret it.”

Uh…

Macbeth continued, “Actually, being a wizard’s servant isn’t bad at all. You see, a wizard’s servant isn’t merely a subordinate, because in battle they work closely with the wizard, and many wizard-servant relationships are extremely intimate. Particularly between some male and female wizards and their servants, many maintain relationships as lovers, some are even married.”

Richard looked at Nancy.

Nancy’s eyes flickered, her gaze wavered slightly, then with her expression, she said, “If you really agree to be my servant, it’s… something to think about. Yes, consider it…”

Uh…

“Okay,” Macbeth said, “That’s all that I know about the Bloodline Seed. In any case, Richard, do your best.”

“Okay, Master Wizard,” Richard nodded.

Suddenly, Nancy said, “Master Macbeth.”

“Hmm?”

“I want to ask you a question.”

“What is it?”

“Do… do you have a wizard’s servant? Why didn’t you bring your wizard’s servant along when you went out on missions?”

The three were walking on the streets of Caesar City when Nancy asked this, and the surrounding atmosphere suddenly changed. A heavy and deadly air suddenly descended onto the noisy street, silencing the crowd involuntarily.

The street instantly went quiet.

Richard’s eyebrows shot up, his hand in his sleeve already grasped an object.

Nancy was somewhat stunned, having recovered, she opened her mouth to say something but then heard Macbeth speak.

Macbeth’s voice, seemingly devoid of any emotional fluctuation, suppressed and awkwardly low, said, “I… don’t have a wizard’s servant, not now, not in the future. Don’t ask me about this again. Understand?”

“Yes,” Nancy said quietly.

“That’s good.” Macbeth nodded, his voice returning to normal.

In an instant, the oppressive and deadly atmosphere on the street disappeared. People first exchanged confused glances, then the noise gradually picked up again.

Macbeth turned his head toward Richard and Nancy and said, “Let’s go back to the inn. Get some good rest tonight, we still have things to do tomorrow.”

“Yes,” Richard and Nancy followed Macbeth forward.

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