The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 120 - 10 Essence Spiritual Ring_2
Chapter 120: Chapter 10: Essence Spiritual Ring_2
Chapter 120 -10: Essence Spiritual Ring_2
The warm and gentle aura that came flooding forth immediately made Komer understand that this Mage Mundell must be practicing magic from the Light Series, and there’s a good chance he is a Mage from the Church of Light.
Ever since his battle with Malone, Komer had realized that his Magic Skills in the magical community were still like those of a child who had just begun to learn to walk. Although he had a powerful Magic Crystal Piece as support, it still required a long time of cultivation to fully harness the magic power contained within the Magic Crystal. And Magic Skills are not simply about having strong magic power; the display of various Magic Skills is more about the Mage’s expertise in executing various magical abilities, relying on Magical knowledge, Magic Spells, and Magic tools, all indispensable elements. To utilize these proficiently requires innumerable time and experience to forge.
To reach the level of these two Mages before him, Komer didn’t know how much further he had to go.
If Mage Mundell still allowed Komer to sense some of his movements, the sloppy man standing next to Mundell made Komer unable to sense the slightest bit of magic breath from his body, aside from that of any other ordinary person. However, Komer knew it is often such individuals who are unpredictable. During the time he traveled with his Master, his Master had specifically warned Komer that Archmages or Great Mages often looked inconspicuous, their magic breath controlled by their everyday breaths and movements, achieving whatever they desired. Except when necessary, you would simply be unable to sense their presence. Those who flaunt their strong magic breath and put on the act of being a Great Mage, are often not the real deal, especially those who are mere Magicians.
Mage Mundell’s face showed a strange and cautious expression, obviously captivated by the ordinary-looking ring in Komer’s hands. The compelling aura he exuded along the way caused the Surrounding Nobles watching the commotion to subconsciously clear a space around them. The sloppy man called Mr. Rebry’s eyes sparkled with a remarkable light, his gaze fixated on the ring in Komer’s hand without moving. The look of disdain and impatience that had been on his face had vanished without a trace, his messy shoulder-length hair seemed to bristle, his lips quivered slightly.
“Old friend, what do you make of this ring…” Taking a deep breath, Mundell’s face twisted into a peculiar expression, his gaze shifting to Komer’s face, showing a blend of regret or confusion, an emotion difficult to describe accurately with a single adjective. As for the ‘old friend’ he addressed, the usually aloof man was now intently focused, seemingly pondering something, and for a moment, he didn’t answer his friend’s question.
Perhaps driven by jealousy and hostility, the young knight failed to notice the shock and surprise in Mage Mundell’s voice, “Mr. Mundell, this Baron Komer claims that this is a unique Magic Ring with a glorious and illustrious history. Please have a look, could such a coarse and simple ring be considered unique? And to claim boastfully that it has a glorious history, I wonder whether Baron Komer is deceiving us in the Galle Region or intends to use this shabby object to cheat our respected Princess Vero?”
“An ignorant fool, shut your trap! Don’t embarrass your knights, not even recognizing such a rare treasure of the world. It’s fine not to recognize its value, but to spout nonsense without knowing is unacceptable. I think the Nirvana Knight Regiment’s reputation has been all but tarnished by you,” a stream of swear words and insults poured from the mouth of the scruffy Mage. The red-faced Mage nearly shoved his finger in Knight Sate’s face, spraying saliva and roared furiously, “Kid, you are tarnishing the name of knights. How could someone as shoddy as you be in the region’s nobility? How did you even infiltrate the Knights regiment?”
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“Old friend, could it really be…?” Mundell’s spirits lifted, his face breaking into ecstatic joy, his eyes unblinkingly fixed on the scruffy Mage’s face.
“Of course, my eyesight as Rebry will never fail. This is indeed one of the Seven Spirit Rings carried by the Goddess of Nature – the Essence! Baron, could you please let me take a closer look at the ring?” Contrary to his disdain towards Knight Sate, the scruffy Mage with a look of anticipation made Komer intuitively realize that perhaps giving away this unknown ring as a birthday gift was a great blunder.
“Uh? This, of course, you can. Mr. Rebry, you recognize this Spiritual Ring?” Having reached this point, Komer’s heart ached, but he had no choice but to proceed, especially since he still had no clue about the Essence Spirit Ring as claimed by the other party. It seemed that someone else had already started to boast about the ring’s glorious history he had intended to fabricate.
Holding the blue ring handed by Komer and silently channeling magic power into the ring, suddenly, a brilliant cyan light shone from Rebry’s palm, momentarily overshadowing dozens of Crystal Chandeliers, the faint blue light filling the entire Grand Hall. Everyone’s eyes contracted sharply with the pervasive brightness, a series of gasps arose in the hall. Quickly withdrawing the magic power, the brilliance faded in an instant as if absorbed by the ring in his hand, returning the ring to its ordinary appearance lying in the center of his palm.
