Planting the Immortality Tree in the Wizarding World

"Then the Necromancer Society, have they really done anything to 'bring back the dead'?" Ronan asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, all kinds of news are flying all over the sky now!" Paul said:

"Some news says that the person who came back from the dead is no longer the person he was when he was alive, but a monster."

"There is also news that in places where the plague broke out, the wizards of the Necronomicon Society helped people resurrect those who died in the plague, and many families were able to reunite again."

"But." Paul glanced left and right again and whispered:

"Even if it can bring the dead back to life, the royal family will never allow this kind of witchcraft to exist."

"Just imagine, if Augustus I, II, III, and IV were all resurrected, what would happen to the current King?"

"Haha, they won't sit together and play cards, right?"

"The longevity brought by wizard training has caused trouble for the royal family."

"It happens from time to time that elders with good wizarding qualifications overwhelm juniors with poor wizarding qualifications to death."

Seeing the bartender coming over, Ronan immediately patted Paul's thigh and said, "Stop talking."

Although, in the Valant Kingdom, public opinion and ideological control are not strong.

He could sometimes hear people talking about the royal family in the market place.

Some women in the Feng Yue Suo even dyed their hair the color of the queen and wore the queen's court attire to attract guests.

But Paul is a wizard apprentice at the Kingdom's Wizarding Academy. He is an elite in the kingdom and will most likely work for the royal family in the future.

If his words were spread, they would attract attention.

As Paul's conversation partner, he might also be implicated.

Ronan immediately asked some questions about wizard training to change the subject.

The two of them drank and ate while chatting, and half an hour passed before they knew it.

Suddenly, Ronan noticed that a person was walking towards them.

Ronan used AI Hongmeng to analyze this person.

【Strength: 2.1】

【Spirit: 9.1】

[Mana: 9.3]

[Wizard Level: Level 2 Wizard Apprentice]

[This person has the aura of death on his body. Although it is covered, it is still leaking. 】

‘Wizard’s Apprentice, breath of death? ’

Ronan thought of the Necronomicon he had just discussed and kept a careful eye on it.

His spirit had secretly connected with the talisman in the black storage ring, and he pulled up his cloak to cover his left hand.

If necessary, he would immediately take the talisman to his left hand and activate it under the cover of his cloak.

Ronan still looked as usual, drinking and chatting with Paul.

After the wizard apprentice came a little closer, he pretended to see him and his eyes froze slightly.

Seeing Ronan's eyes, Paul followed Ronan's gaze and saw the stranger walking over.

"Two Sirs."

The wizard apprentice came over.

He is about twenty years old and has long black hair that is slightly curly and hangs down to both sides.

The eye sockets are deep, with a pair of blue pupils in them.

There are two carefully trimmed beards on his lips.

"Is this Mr. Wilson?"

The wizard apprentice just glanced at Ronan politely and then looked at Paul.

"Yes, Sir, what can I do for you?"

Paul couldn't help but feel nervous.

He sells wizarding knowledge privately and acts as a broker for the sale of wizarding materials.

This is against the laws of the kingdom.

Although he asked himself that he was doing it covertly, he was still afraid of being found out by the people from the Wizards Council.

"I'm Ma'an Tuke. I just want to ask Mr. Wilson something." Ma'an said elegantly.

"Please speak," Paul said.

"I heard that some time ago, anti-aging agents and anti-blackening agents were sold in Triumph City, and they were very popular among small and medium-sized nobles." Ma An said:

"I would like to meet the refiners of these two potions."

When Paul heard that it was about the potion and not about his violation of the kingdom's laws, he immediately became relaxed. His originally upright body leaned back slightly, and his sitting posture became loose again.

"I refined the potion." Paul said.

Ronan nodded secretly.

This is what he warned Paul many times before.

Never reveal to anyone that he is the refiner of anti-aging and anti-aging agents.

"Mr. Wilson, don't joke." Ma An smiled lightly:

"I heard from a friend that Mr. Wilson's pharmacy performance in the college was very average."

Paul's face turned slightly red, and the freckles on his cheeks became darker.

"Who are you, how do you know my name, and why do you want to ask about me?" Paul stared at Ma An, his words no longer polite.

"It's not convenient here. Can Mr. Paul take a moment to speak?" Ma An said in a low voice.

"Is there anything I can't say here?" Paul asked.

"Then I'll tell you the truth."

Speaking of this, a wave of witchcraft suddenly spread from Ma An's body.

His next words were only limited to a small area, and only Ronan and Paul could hear them.

"I want to invite your pharmacist friend to join the Society of the Dead."

After hearing this, Ronan and Paul's eyes widened and they looked at each other.

"You two, the Society of the Dead is not an evil wizard organization as rumored by the outside world." Ma An said:

"We study the ways of life and death. Tonight, we have a 'resurrection ceremony'."

"I sincerely invite you two to visit us, and you will have a great impression of us."

"where?"

Ronan's eyes lit up and he seemed extremely interested.

But in fact, he was very wary in his heart, fearing that if they went there, there would be no "resurrection ceremony" and they would be put in danger.

He pretended to be interested in order to get the location and then let Paul report to the Wizard Council.

The Wizard Council would send law enforcement wizards to destroy the Necromancer's base.

"The location is hard to find. If you are interested, I will take you there."

This Necromancer apprentice was also very cautious.

"That's not to bother you." Ronan continued to be polite.

"My two lords, this is not a big deal..."

Ma An was halfway through his words when Paul suddenly pulled out an ancient short magic wand from his waist.

With just a shake, the first-level intermediate magic "Flame Flow" was activated. A ball of flame burst out from the end of the magic wand, pulling a flame tail, cutting through the void, and crashing towards Ma An.

Paul thought that he was a student of the Kingdom Wizard Academy and a second-level wizard apprentice. Since he knew that this person was from the Necromancer, he had no intention of dealing with him and took action immediately!

Ma An stretched out his hand to block, and the white ring on his finger flashed a white light, and in just a moment, it condensed into a bone shield.

Bang!

The flame flow hit the bone shield, turning into streams of fire.

A charred mark was left on the bone shield, and wisps of black smoke came out from it.

"This man is from the Undead Society, catch him!"

Paul shouted.

Suddenly, everyone in the tavern looked over.

"Humph."

Ma An sneered, his face turned sinister, and a gray-white crystal appeared in his hand.

Suddenly, the crystal emitted a gray-white light, covering it.

"Be careful of the revenge of the Undead Society."

After Ma An left a word, the light rolled up and disappeared immediately.