Chapter 138:

The cold female voice echoed through the hall like a great echo in the valley. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

'Shhhhhh

Ron, who was leaning back against the wall, suddenly raised his head, and in the haze he saw that the ceiling, which was flooded with powder and black mist, suddenly cracked open a huge and slender crack.

The crack was like a woman's eye, and a blinding white light shot in from the middle.

And with this white light, a little ripple quickly appeared in the chaotic hall.

After a while, melodious and cheerful music and a noisy and eccentric crowd quickly appeared in Ron's field of vision.

Suddenly, his head sank, and when he came to his senses, Ron found that he was still sitting in the high-backed chair, and the two two-handed swords were at his waist as usual.

Directly across from him, a woman in a long red dress with horns on her head was conversing happily with a monster covered in eyes.

As if sensing his gaze, the woman turned her head slightly, frowned, and quickly walked away.

"Hallucinations?"

Ron blinked at the familiar look, a little confused.

However, just as he was about to get up, his chest suddenly tightened, and a wisp of bright red blood flowed down the tip of his nose.

“......”

He quickly covered his nose with his hands, but the excess blood still fell to the ground through the armor glove.

Specks of blood stained the carpet, forming a small red mark.

Perhaps sensing the situation, a young man who looked like a waiter strode over, handed a white towel and said respectfully.

"My lord, do you need any help?

Taking the towel and quickly covering his mouth and nose, Ron interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and waited for a while until he felt that his nose was not bleeding, and then slowly let go.

"I'm fine, it's just an old problem, you can go. ”

Puzzled, he glanced at the towel in his hand, which had been dyed red, and the waiter bent slightly before turning away.

It wasn't until the waiter was out of his sight that Ron slowly lowered his head to look at his chest, where a large, radioactive dent quickly emerged.

"That woman..."

Squinting slightly, he jerked his head back in the direction of the wooden door from which he came, but there was nothing there.

The terrifying white mist woman didn't know if she had gone or disappeared.

Retracting his gaze, Ron gently stroked the wound on his chest, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

The teleportation statue on his waist was gone, and there was a serious wound on his chest, judging from these clues, what he had just experienced was by no means a hallucination, but a real thing, just because some unknown powerful force covered it up.

And from the woman's words, he also knew that the woman was interested in something in him, so he attacked her.

For Ron, it was a no-brainer.

"Is it witch's blood?"

A trace of solemnity flashed in Ron's eyes, and he knew very well that there was nothing of value on him at all except for the abnormalities on his body.

He recalled what he had seen of the woman and what she had said.

"Ancient Soul Breath... Could it be that the woman knows something about the blood of witches?"

You know, witch's blood is something that even the learned Richard doesn't know, but the woman senses it, and from here, Ron vaguely seems to have caught a clue.

"By the way, and the hallucinatory power that emanates from that guy's body. ”

Thinking of this, he shifted his gaze to the attribute bar under his eyes.

'Strength 10.5 (8.4), Agility 10.8 (9.9), Constitution 18.8 (17.8), Intelligence 5.9, Spirit 5.8. Condition: Weak. ’

The growth of other attributes was not much different from what he thought in his heart, but when Ron saw the final derived spiritual data, his expression was slightly stunned.

"The spirit of 5.8!?how can it increase so much?"

If memory serves, he came to this ball in a spirit of 1.8, which is the result of so much hard work.

The speed of spiritual growth is fundamentally the level of a person's wizarding talent.

As for Ron's wizarding talent, but Richard has tested it, he can only take the path of Potions.

But now his spirit actually jumped directly to the level of 5.8, and according to various materials and his own deduction, Ron knew that this was the spiritual level of a second-class wizard apprentice.

"Could it be the hallucinations on that woman?"

Even though Ron embarked on the transcendent path because of the blood of witches, he still cared more about the path of wizards.

After all, despite the strength of the witch's blood and the fact that his physique had changed for some reason, he still remembered the terrifying image of the strange woman in the Crimson Meadows.

The feeling of being occupied by the body and being powerless is still deeply remembered to this day.

Although this crisis was finally eliminated because of Richard, he still had a faint mustard in his heart.

"And the feeling of absorbing that illusion at that time was completely different from the others..."Ron recalled the scene of being caught by the woman at that time, and a look of inexplicability flashed in his eyes. "There must be something special about that woman! ”

Feeling the wound in his chest heal quickly, Ron dropped the blood-stained towel in his hand and stood up, squinting at the ballroom.

Just now, he was enveloped by the woman's spirit snake, which looked dangerous.

But the reality of the situation, he was confident, even if Richard didn't show up out of nowhere, he would have been able to dodge the past and hit the woman hard.

It's an instinct that comes from the bloodline, an instinct that resembles a natural predator.

It's like a cat and a mouse, a lion and a wildebeest, it's the relationship between eating and being eaten.

"What does that feel like?"

Recalling the scene of absorbing the illusion in the woman, Ron licked his lips unconsciously.

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Half an hour later.

Richard hadn't returned, but the music in the ballroom had slowly faded away, and everyone seemed to sense something and gradually stopped talking, looking at the huge stage behind the ballroom.

There, a black pillar rose rapidly, and a tall, thin man in a black gown extended from the pillar.

The man's hair was neatly combed back of his head, his mouth was covered with two delicately trimmed mustaches, and he held a slender cane in his hand.

'Bang Bang'

The man tapped the stone platform lightly with his cane, and smiled around.

"Welcome to Miss Anna's ball, so routine, now the auction stage, everyone, we have gained a lot of good things from this ball, such as ......"

Ron stood in the crowd and listened quietly to the man's host, he knew that this was the real beginning of the ball, and he was curious about what strange items would appear in this auction.

It's just that just as he was expecting something behind, Richard, dressed in a pitch-black robe, walked up to him at some point.