Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 211 Siren Secretions

Since returning from the Bloodline Altar, Dale's changes are not only reflected in her strength, but also in her temperament.

Her demeanor became more elegant, and her voice gained an indescribable allure—the unique talent of a pure-blooded siren was beginning to emerge.

"I need some of your special secretions."

Ron stated bluntly, "It's that kind of highly corrosive liquid."

Dale was taken aback, then her cheeks flushed slightly: "You mean my saliva?"

"To be precise, it's the strong acidic fluid secreted deep within your salivary glands."

Ron explained, "As far as I know, pure-blooded sirens can control the properties of their saliva, switching freely between ordinary saliva and strong acid."

Dyer lowered her head, her fingers nervously twisting together. "This is a little embarrassing."

Her voice was barely audible, but Ron still heard it clearly:
"This secretion is a very private matter for us sirens; it is usually only used for hunting or..."

She didn't continue speaking, but her face was already flushed red to the roots of her ears.

Ron raised an eyebrow, suddenly realizing that he might have touched on some taboo or custom related to the siren race.

But the research at hand is clearly more important.

"This is for an important study of magic."

He said calmly, "If you are really feeling uncomfortable, I can consider other options."

Dale took a deep breath and raised her head: "No, of course I'm willing to do anything for my master."

She asked cautiously, "How much do you need?"

“About this much.” Ron gestured the size of a small bottle: “This volume should be enough to fill it.”

Dale nodded, her face still flushed: "Please give me a container, I need to be alone for a while."

Ron took a specially made small glass bottle out of his pocket and handed it to Dale.

These bottles are made of special materials that can resist the corrosion of strong acids.

"Thank you," he said softly. "This is very important to my research."

Dale took the bottle and quickly walked to a corner of the training field.

A few minutes later, she returned carrying a glass bottle filled with a clear, viscous liquid that was more than half full. Her eyes darted around, and she dared not look Ron in the eye.

"Here you go. This is my secretion."

She handed the bottle to Ron, her head bowed so low it almost touched her chest.

Ron took the bottle and carefully examined the liquid inside.

Under the sunlight, the liquid shimmered with a faint blue light and appeared much more viscous than ordinary liquids, yet it still flowed very well.

“Thank you very much, Dale,” Ron said sincerely.

The little siren nodded hastily:
"You're welcome, Master. If you need more, I can provide it anytime."

Ron smiled slightly, turned around and went back to the laboratory.

Dale breathed a sigh of relief, her gaze lingering on her master's departing figure with a complex expression.

Back in the lab, Ron immediately began conducting experiments.

He carefully dripped a drop of Dale's secretion onto a wooden board.

The liquid made a "sizzling" sound the moment it came into contact with the wood.

The surface of the wooden board was quickly corroded, creating a deep pit with charred black edges.

“The corrosiveness is far greater than I expected,” Ron murmured in surprise.

The corrosive speed and intensity of this acid even exceeded that of most of the strong acids he had encountered in the school's laboratory.

What's even more amazing is that this liquid seems to possess certain magical properties, not only corroding physical structures but also interfering with magical constructs.

Ron began experimenting with incorporating this acid into spell models.

Unlike simply injecting matter into a pre-constructed spell.

The true application of a spellcasting medium involves incorporating the properties of the medium into the process of constructing the spell model, so that the two can resonate perfectly.

He first constructed the basic framework of "slime splash" in his mental world, and then incorporated his understanding of the properties of acid at key points.

This is a delicate and complex process that requires a deep understanding of the spell's structure and the properties of the medium.

With the infusion of spiritual power, a ball of liquid shimmering with a faint blue light gradually condensed in Ron's palm.

Compared to the original slime, this liquid is more concentrated and has a sharper sheen, as if it contains some kind of dangerous power.

"go with!"

With a wave of his hand, Ron sent the liquid shooting towards the wooden dummy like an arrow.

"laugh!"

The liquid made a teeth-grinding sound the moment it hit its target.

The surface of the wooden dummy was quickly corroded into a hole the size of a bowl, with pale blue smoke rising from the edge and a pungent odor filling the air.

"The results are much better than expected," Ron murmured in praise.

This improved spell not only has a faster attack speed, but its corrosive power has also undergone a qualitative leap.

But he was not satisfied with that.

"If the spell structure could be further adjusted, it might be possible to develop a variant of area-of-effect attacks."

Ron opened his notebook and began drawing new spell models.

His idea was to divide acid spells into three forms:
The first type is the "acid ball" we just tried, which has high speed and strong corrosiveness, making it suitable for precision strikes against single targets.

The second type is "acid rain," which spreads the magical energy to form acidic raindrops covering a certain area;
A moderately concentrated acid solution can corrode the enemy's skin and equipment, reducing their combat effectiveness.

The third type is "acid mist," which completely vaporizes the liquid, forming a toxic mist.
This obstructs the enemy's line of sight while continuously inflicting damage.

For the next few hours, Ron immersed himself in refining the spell.

He adjusted the spell's structure and fine-tuned the energy distribution time and time again, trying different casting methods.

The development of the "acid rain" model has proceeded relatively smoothly.

Ron only needs to add a "diffusion node" to the end of the spell to disperse the originally condensed acid into countless tiny droplets that fall from the sky.

Tests show that this attack pattern can cover a circular area with a diameter of about five or six meters.

Although the single-point corrosion is not as powerful as the "acid ball", its area effect is quite considerable.

The development of the "acid mist" form has encountered some difficulties.

Completely vaporizing a liquid requires additional energy conversion nodes, and controlling gaseous substances is much more complex than controlling liquids.

After numerous attempts, Ron finally found a relatively stable structure that could maintain the acid mist effect for about one minute after casting the spell.

When the final test was completed, he looked at his results with satisfaction.

The wooden dummy has been almost completely corroded, with only the base barely holding it up.

“Three new forms of ‘slime splatter’: ‘acid balls’, ‘acid rain’ and ‘acid mist’.”

Ron thought to himself, "Each one has its specific application scenario."

What pleased him most was that these three forms shared the same basic spell structure, and could be switched flexibly with just a slight adjustment when casting.

[Skill Improved: Slime Splash Advanced (Proficiency Max)]

The semi-transparent panel's prompt made Ron smile slightly.

An unremarkable basic spell, when combined with a special casting medium, has evolved into three powerful variants.

This is the essence of the wizarding path—endless exploration and innovation.

“Next, perhaps we could try more types of spellcasting mediums,” Ron mused, his gaze falling on the various materials on the shelf.

The venom glands of those terrifying poisonous creatures, the abyssal substances collected in the bloodline altar, and even his own Crimson Dragon bloodline.
Each of them could become a medium for enhancing spells.

This success also gave Ron a lot of inspiration.

The application of spellcasting mediums is not limited to enhancing existing spells, but can also endow spells with entirely new characteristics.

Mastering this technique is crucial for developing a personal spell system after becoming a formal wizard in the future.

As night fell, only the faint light of a few magic crystal lamps remained in the workshop.

Ron finished organizing today's research data and put it into a special experimental log.

These experiences will serve as the foundation for his future advancement.

Once it is fully stored in the consciousness library, he will destroy it directly.

Stepping out of the lab, Ron looked up at the starry sky.

Those distant points of light seemed to be telling him something, like the mysterious whispers in "The Star Eater's Ramblings".

"There is still a long way to go."

………………

On the morning of the third day, Ron got up early and completed his daily training.

When he entered the restaurant, Lilia had already prepared a sumptuous breakfast and was clearly in good spirits.

A plate of golden, crispy bread slices, spread evenly with peanut butter;

Several perfectly fried eggs, the yolks slightly solidified yet still retaining a slight fluidity;
There were also a few pieces of fragrant roasted meat, with slightly charred edges and a juicy pink center.

A steaming cup of black tea was placed next to Ron's usual seat. The tea was a deep amber color and emitted a subtle aroma.

"good morning teacher."

Lilia bowed slightly, her long, purplish-black hair neatly coiled at the back of her head.

Although there was still some weariness in her eyes, her gaze had regained its former liveliness, no longer filled with exhaustion and worry as it had been a few days ago.

Ron nodded and sat down at the table: "How are you feeling today?"

His tone was flat, but Lilia could hear the concern in it.

"Very good, thank you for your concern," Lilia replied softly, a slight blush on her face.

Her slender fingers were slightly twisted together, clearly still somewhat embarrassed about her outburst a few days ago.

Ron observed her discreetly.

Lilia's talent of "making up for lack of talent through hard work" is truly a magical gift.

Like an inconspicuous vine, it quietly grows stronger with each passing day of nurturing.

Her progress has become increasingly evident recently. From the timid apprentice she once was to the seasoned veteran who can now independently complete the concoction of complex potions, her transformation is astonishing.

Especially in the more focused areas of meditation and potion-making, she has undoubtedly far surpassed her peers.

"I have some things to take care of today, so I plan to go to Mrs. Allen's herbal medicine shop."

Ron took a sip of tea; the aroma was sweet, just the way he liked it. He looked calmly at Lilia: "You're coming with me."

Lilia was taken aback by what she heard, and the teacup in her hand trembled slightly, almost spilling the tea.

Since becoming Ron's apprentice, Lilia has gone to the herbal medicine shop on his behalf several times.

But each time it was just a simple delivery of items or a relay of messages; there was never an opportunity for in-depth communication.

Although the old woman was harsh in her words, she still sheltered her in the most critical moment.

"Any questions?"

Ron asked calmly, his gaze as still as a calm lake, without a ripple.

Looking into her teacher's deep eyes, Lilia realized that this was not a casual suggestion, but a decision that had already been made.

She quickly composed herself, straightened her back, and nodded, saying, "No, teacher. I'd be happy to go with you."

Her voice returned to calm, but her heart was in turmoil.

What does returning to the herbal medicine shop mean?
Is the teacher going to return her to Mrs. Allen?

Did she do something wrong recently that displeased the teacher? Or...?

Ron nodded slightly and continued to enjoy his breakfast, seemingly unaware of her unease.

But in reality, he could clearly perceive the changes in Lilia's emotions.

Those eyes, which were often lowered, were now flickering with unease and confusion.

But it was necessary to bring her along this time.

If he decides to take that dangerous but freer path to advancement, much preparation will need to be made in advance.

Lilia, whether as his first formal student or as a promising talent, needs to plan for her future as early as possible.

After breakfast, Ron and Lilia set off for the market.

Last night's light rain washed away the dust that lingered in the Black Mist Forest year-round, leaving the air filled with a damp and refreshing scent.

The market was bustling as usual, with vendors loudly hawking all kinds of goods, from ordinary daily necessities to rare materials.

A goblin merchant is demonstrating a set of gleaming alchemical tools to a group of apprentices;

Several exotic women dressed in linen robes were hawking all sorts of unheard-of spices and herbs;

There was also a foreign merchant who was almost indistinguishable from a human, except that his skin was light blue.

He was carefully taking out a pulsating crystal from a box, which drew the attention of those around him.

Several law enforcement officers dressed in dark robes patrolled the crowd.

Their stern faces and the staffs at their waists silently proclaimed their authority. These people maintained basic order, but also added a touch of tension to the market.

"It's been a long time since I've been to this market."

Lilia said softly, her gaze sweeping over the familiar stalls, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.

Before coming to Ron's workshop, she would come to the market almost every day to buy various supplies for Mrs. Allen.

Most of the stall owners knew her, and some would even reserve some fresh goods specifically for her.

"Do you find it busier in the workshop?" Ron asked casually, his eyes scanning the crowd.

Since the Bloodline Altar incident, he has become even more vigilant.

Although things appear calm on the surface, who knows if the power of the "Eye of the Abyss" has already infiltrated every corner of the school?

“No, teacher, I really enjoy my time in the workshop.”

Lilia's voice softened, and a warm light flashed in her eyes:

"Learning new knowledge, helping you organize your experimental records, and taking care of little Dai'er with Sister Ailan... all of these make me feel very fulfilled."

She spoke with genuine joy on her face, and that heartfelt satisfaction made her seem to radiate a soft glow.

They made their way through the bustling crowd to the unassuming herbal medicine shop.

The exterior walls of the shop are somewhat mottled, and the bronze wind chime hanging on the door frame sways gently in the wind, making a crisp sound.

The dust accumulated on the windows obscured the interior, adding to the shop's mystique.

The moment I opened the door, a familiar herbal aroma wafted out, mingled with a subtle blend of sweet, sour, and bitter notes.

The store remained dimly lit and densely packed with shelves, with bottles and jars of various shapes neatly arranged on them.

Some contained brightly colored liquids, while others contained dried herbs or powders.

Mrs. Allen sat hunched over behind the counter, rapidly flipping through a thick ledger.

Those sharp, eerie green eyes were fixed intently on the numbers and symbols, seemingly completely absorbed in their own world.

Hearing the doorbell ring, the old woman didn't even look up, her voice rough:

"We're closed today. Come back tomorrow if you need anything."

“Madam, it is I,” Ron said calmly, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable presence.

Mrs. Allen looked up abruptly, her eerie green eyes flashing with an unusual light the moment she saw him.

His gaze then shifted to Lilia beside him, a smirk playing on his lips: "Oh? You brought your elementary school student with you?"

“Madam,” Lilia bowed in return, her voice soft.

"Hmph, don't just stand there like an idiot." Mrs. Allen snorted coldly, but a hint of gentleness appeared in her eyes.

She struggled to her feet, leaning on her cane, and walked toward the inner room as usual:

"Come on, there are too many mouths and ears outside."

Ron and Lilia exchanged a glance and quickly followed.

The girl stared at the threshold, lost in thought. This was a path she had walked countless times before, but today it felt different.

As she walked past the counter, Lilia habitually reached for the teapot and tea canister placed to the side.

Her movements were natural and fluid, movements she had repeated countless times.

"Is Madam still the same as before?" she asked Mrs. Allen softly, her voice filled with familiarity.

Mrs. Allen didn't seem surprised by her skill; she simply nodded.

"The little girl has a good memory. But there's no rush to make tea today; we have more important things to discuss."

Lilia obediently put down the tea set and followed the two on their way.

But a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes, like a traveler returning to a familiar place only to find that everything has changed.

After passing through a narrow corridor, Mrs. Allen led them to an inner room that had never been open to the public before.

This is a simply furnished living room with a mahogany round table and several antique-looking carved chairs in the center.

The bookshelves along the wall are filled with various ancient books and pharmacopoeias.

The gold lettering on some of the spines has become blurred, proving their age.

In the corner of the room, an exquisite alchemical device was slowly operating, emitting a faint hum.

The blue liquid flows slowly through the transparent tube, with a drop of solution falling into the central collection bottle every few seconds, like the pulse of some kind of life.

Several oddly shaped plants were placed on the windowsill, their leaves displaying an unnatural deep purple hue that shimmered slightly in the sunlight.

Mrs. Allen made sure the doors and windows were closed, then snapped her fingers.

A faint energy fluctuation rose from every corner of the room, forming an almost invisible energy barrier that isolated the entire room from the outside world.

"Now you can speak in peace."

Mrs. Allen's voice suddenly became much younger, and her originally old and hunched body began to change before Ron and Lilia's eyes.

The wrinkles gradually smoothed out, like ice melting under the sun;
His hunched back straightened, and his thin body became fuller;

The face that was once covered with age spots regained its radiance, and the hooked nose became small and pert.

In the blink of an eye, a beautiful woman with long pinkish-purple hair replaced the old woman and stood before them.

Ron had seen Mrs. Ellen in this form many times before, but Lilia was so shocked that she couldn't speak, her wide eyes filled with disbelief.

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

The girl instinctively took a step back, nearly bumping into the bookshelf behind her.

“My lady?” Lilia’s voice trembled, unsure whether she should believe what she was seeing.

Her mind raced, trying to connect the beautiful woman before her with the mean old woman she knew.

"What, were you startled?" Mrs. Allen said with a smile, her voice melodious, a stark contrast to her usual hoarse tone.

"You never expected your mean-spirited boss lady to have this side to her, did you?"

"Is this what you really look like, madam?" Lilia asked cautiously.

The tremor in his voice had lessened considerably, replaced by a hint of curiosity.

The pink-haired witch raised her eyebrows:
"Not entirely. This is just the state during the peak of the magic fluctuation, a kind of 'retrograde', and it won't last long."

As she said this, a barely perceptible hint of regret appeared in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

Mrs. Allen gestured for the two to sit down, then gracefully took the head seat, a far cry from her usual boisterous demeanor.
"Come on, let's have a good talk."

Lilia acted swiftly on instinct.

The girl quickly walked to the cabinet in the corner, took out an exquisite tea set, and skillfully began to prepare tea.

She knew exactly what kind of tea Mrs. Allen liked, when to add it, and how much sugar to add—it was all etched in her memory.

"Lilia, go to the backyard and help me tidy up the herb garden."

Mrs. Allen suddenly said, her voice gentle yet undeniably authoritative: "Those luminous grasses need trimming; you should remember how to do it."

Lilia paused for a moment, then realized that the other party wanted to speak with Ron alone.

She nodded obediently, put down the tea she had just brewed, and walked towards the door: "I'll go right now."

She paused at the door, glanced back at Ron, and looked at him with a hint of unease and confusion in her eyes.

Ron noticed her gaze and nodded slightly to indicate that she could leave without worry.

Lilia breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave the room.

After Lilia left, the room fell silent for a moment.

Mrs. Allen picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and nodded in satisfaction.

Even after so much time has passed, Lilia still remembers her favorite flavors.

For some reason, this detail warmed her heart.

“Not bad student,” she said suddenly, her fingers unconsciously intertwining, a habitual gesture she made when thinking.
"She must have some kind of special talent for growth, and with your guidance, her progress is surprisingly fast."

(End of this chapter)