Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 283 Whispers of the Wind
The large aircraft resembles a giant silver bird, with its streamlined design and shimmering magical light at the wingtips showcasing its extraordinary quality.

Every detail exudes the luxury and grandeur of the Crown Clan, from the comfortable seats to the efficient power engine, all of which are the crystallization of top-notch craftsmanship.

“This ‘Silver Feather’ aircraft is one of His Highness’s personal vehicles.”

Franka, standing beside him, explained, a hint of pride in her voice:
"It is only used on very rare occasions. The fact that His Highness sent it to pick you up shows how much he values ​​you."

Ron nodded slightly, understanding the significance of this treatment.

Appearing in such a public setting, riding in the Crown Clan's exclusive flying vehicle, would undoubtedly attract widespread attention and greatly enhance his prestige.

This is both Eve's goodwill and an invisible bond of relationship.

However, this kind of binding method is not as unpleasant as those forced contracts.

"Is this your first time attending the Lance Festival, mentor?"

Eve approached Ron, her amethyst eyes brimming with barely concealed excitement:
"I had only ever seen this event through a crystal sphere projection before, but I had never had the opportunity to be there in person."

Ron nodded slightly: "A celebration of this scale is indeed unimaginable in the Black Mist Jungle."

"It's not just about scale." The girl's voice was filled with longing.

“The Lans Festival has been passed down since the end of the Third Age, more than five thousand years ago. It is not just a celebration, but also a tribute to knowledge and inheritance by the wizarding civilization.”

Ron looked toward the rainbow-colored band of light that symbolized Lance's achievements.

The seven-colored light intertwined and swirled above the square, dancing like a living thing, enveloping the entire square in a dreamlike halo.

The sight was truly unforgettable; even he, a man of great experience, couldn't help but pause and take a few more glances.

Dale leaned against the crystal window of the aircraft, excitedly gazing at the magnificent scenery below, her long silver hair shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight.

"Master, look there!"

The little siren pointed to the edge of a floating island in the distance.

There is a forest made of crystals of varying sizes, which displays a rainbow spectrum when the sunlight shines on it:

"So beautiful! What's that?"

Ailan moved gracefully to Dale's side, her emerald branches gently brushing against the little siren's shoulder:

That's the 'Seven-Colored Crystal Forest,' a special area that's only fully open during the Lans Festival.

It is said that those crystal trees were planted by Lance himself, and each one contains a unique energy resonance.

"The Crystal Forest itself is a large-scale magic filtration system."

Eve, standing nearby, added:
"It can purify the impurities in the surrounding environment and provide the purest magic field for the entire Dawn Harbor."

During the Lans festival, all mentors and apprentices in the city can feel the benefits of this pure energy.

Ron turned his gaze away from the magically rich rainbow forest and began to ponder.

Although the "Rainbow Ring" is only a regular event held every three years, it is far from being a large-scale competition between wizarding schools.

However, for bloodline modifiers, it is a rare opportunity to showcase their skills.

True masters of modulation, however, do not personally participate in competitions at this level.

But many of today's renowned master blenders started their careers on this stage.

The rules of the competition are also very simple, with no complicated system, and the ranking is determined in one match.

Ron replayed the information he had consulted in his mind:
All participants with professional modifier qualifications are required to perform bloodline modulation on a designated target (this year, the Crystal Lizard) within the same time period.

The evaluation criteria consist of two parts:
First, the state and performance of the target individual after modulation;

Secondly, the degree of success can be objectively assessed by observing the color changes of the autophagic slime.

"Speaking of which, Lance the Alchemist is the only modifier who can make the autophagic slime display a complete rainbow of colors, which is also the origin of the name of the 'Rainbow Ring' competition."

Eve, standing nearby, was also explaining the basics of the competition to Alan and Dale, her voice filled with respect:

"Even the top bloodline masters today can only reach a level close to rainbow colors, but they always lack a certain key wavelength."

Ron agreed, already conceiving his own formulation strategy in his mind.

The bloodline modulation of the crystal lizard is not particularly complex, but achieving extremely high quality in a short period of time requires precise control and a solid theoretical foundation.

“Mentor Ron.” Eve’s voice pulled him back from his thoughts:
“I’ve had some information gathered about the other contestants today, which you might find interesting.”

She handed over a delicate little card with information recorded in magical runes, the contents of which could only be seen by the holder.

Ron took the card and nodded gratefully to the girl.

Eve's way of doing things was indeed meticulous and thoughtful; her subtle intelligence transmission was just right.

"There are seventeen main participants this year," the girl explained in a low voice while he was looking at the cards.
"Three of them are senior lecturers from the Central Lands, two are bloodline modulation experts from other regions, and the rest are mostly up-and-coming modulators who have emerged in recent years."

"First is Lecturer Muller from the 'Tower of Vibration,' who has unique research on vibration-related blood vessel modulation."

It is said that the crystal lizards he concocted can sense magical fluctuations from dozens of miles away through skin vibrations.

"And there's Sofia, the lecturer at the 'Elemental Garden'."

Eve continued, her slender fingers lightly tapping her knee, as if recalling information:
"She is skilled at enhancing the regenerative abilities of organisms. She once successfully regenerated all four limbs of a crystal lizard after it lost them, and the limb functions were not lost at all."

"Finally, there was a rather unexpected participant – Ahmed, a scholar from the 'Quicksand School'."

Although his major is earth element transformation, he has also dabbled in biological elementalization in recent years.

Rumors suggest he is researching how to create micro-elemental cycles within organisms, enabling crystal lizards to become self-sufficient in extreme environments.

After hearing this, Ron's lips curled up slightly:
"Elliott sent me all of this intelligence, along with more details, yesterday."

However, I still want to thank Your Highness for using your authority to collect this information for me.

Eve was somewhat surprised: "The Wizard Elliot? You know him?"

“I met him during a trial when I was still with the Black Mist School,” Ron explained calmly.
“We maintained contact after arriving in the Central Lands. His ‘Listening to the Wind’ talent is indeed a unique advantage in intelligence gathering.”

"I see." Eve nodded slightly, a look of understanding on her face;
“Elliot the Wizard is, strictly speaking, my distant cousin. His clan, the ‘Wind Clan,’ has some marital ties with the Crown Clan, which has continued for several generations.”

Her voice was filled with envy:

"His exceptional talent of 'listening to the wind' has indeed made him quite famous in our small circle of wizard clans, and he is regarded as one of the most outstanding young people of this generation."

“It’s good that you can become friends with Wizard Elliott.”

Eve said sincerely, "In the Central Lands, interpersonal relationships can sometimes play an unexpected role."

Ron smiled slightly, understanding perfectly.

In any relatively peaceful organization, the importance of allies is self-evident.

The aircraft began its slow descent. Tens of thousands of spectators had already gathered in the open-air theater-like stands, forming a colorful sea of ​​people.

Various extraordinary races displayed their unique physical characteristics under the sunlight:
There is a family of lizardmen whose bodies are covered in shimmering scales;

Transparent elemental spirits floated in a specially made crystal container;

There was even a rare dragonborn whose vertical pupils shimmered with golden light in the sunlight, like two miniature suns.

"How magnificent!" Dale exclaimed softly, her golden eyes wide with wonder.

"I have never seen so many different races come together."

"After all, Lance is the most important traditional festival in the Central Lands."

Franka explained, her tone unusually gentle:
"It is also an important platform for communication among the various races of the Huan Yuan Continent. Many trade contracts and marriage agreements between races are concluded during the festival."

As the aircraft descended, the crowd in the square began to notice this unusual vehicle.

At first, there were only a few scattered glances, but then more and more people looked up and looked around, and the sound of discussion gradually spread among the crowd.

“That’s the ‘Silver Feather’ of the Crown Clan!”

"Look at the emblem on it, it's the symbol of Cassandra Tower!"

"Did Princess Eve come to watch the game? That's impossible, she rarely appears in public because of her 'Demon Devouring' symptoms..."

Amidst the murmurs of surprise and curiosity, when the aircraft finally landed in the contestants' designated area, almost all eyes were focused on that direction.

"Good luck, mentor." Eve smiled slightly and escorted her mentor to the hatch.

"I will be waiting for your good results in the VIP area."

Ron nodded slightly, his words tinged with confidence: "Thank you. I don't think my performance will disappoint Your Highness."

He then walked straight off the aircraft, completely ignoring the stares from the crowd.

"It's Ron Ralph!"

Someone in the crowd recognized him, their voice filled with surprise:
"That newly arrived gem-level genius!"

"Why would he be riding in a Crown Clan aircraft? Could he have some special relationship with Princess Eve?"

"I heard he's Princess Eve's mentor, teaching potions and bloodline manipulation..."

Ron ignored the comments and headed straight for the contestants' assembly area.

Dozens of participants have already gathered there, most of whom are mentors or researchers from various schools of thought.

Everyone wore expressions of confidence and anticipation, but upon seeing Ron's unique entrance, a hint of jealousy inevitably surfaced in their eyes.

"It seems that our newly promoted treasure-level genius is quite favored by the Crown Clan."

A middle-aged man in a long robe whispered a message to his companion beside him, sounding somewhat annoyed:
"This high-profile entrance is quite in line with the fascination that those from fringe academic backgrounds have with the powerful and wealthy."

"Don't say that, Müller."

His companion, a petite witch, advised:

"His ability to rise from an apprentice in a fringe school to a full-fledged wizard in just three years, and to receive a jewel-level rating, is itself proof of his extraordinary talent."

Moreover, the Crown Clan has always been arrogant and haughty; they wouldn't favor a mediocre person without a reason.

Müller gave a slight snort and said nothing more.

But the look in his eyes was clearly not one of contempt.

"Welcome, Assistant Coach Ralph."

A middle-aged man dressed in a formal robe came to greet him.
"I am Arnold Davis, the coordinator for this competition. Your competition equipment is ready and is at workbench number seven."

Ron thanked him politely and then walked to his work area.

Along the way, he noticed the gazes of many contestants, some curious, some wary, and even some hostile.

But all of this was expected. After all, as a newcomer, his high-profile appearance in the Crown Clan's aircraft was bound to cause some dissatisfaction.

At the workbench, Ron began to check the prepared materials and tools, making sure everything met the standards and requirements.

This is a fundamental habit of a brewer: under all circumstances, one must be thoroughly familiar with every tool and every ingredient used.

On the other side of the contestants' assembly area, several mentors from the Crystal Spire had already noticed Ron's arrival, and their reactions varied.

"It seems that the recently much-discussed assistant coach Ralph has arrived."

A middle-aged man in a magnificent robe spoke softly, his tone carrying a subtle sarcasm:
"That was quite an eye-catching entrance."

Valen remained silent as always, only nodding slightly, his eyes as calm as a deep pool.

That calm and collected demeanor, on the contrary, put pressure on those around him.

"Speaking of which, although Assistant Ralph has shown amazing talent in potion-making, we haven't seen any special results from him in bloodline modulation yet."

Another gray-haired mentor slowly said:

“Simultaneously practicing multiple wizarding arts would likely make it difficult to achieve true mastery in any one area.”

“I don’t think so, Lecturer Neumann.”

Elliott, standing behind Valen, smiled and retorted, his ears twitching slightly:
“Ralph’s abilities far exceed what most people imagine; his most recent paper has already completed two rounds of review.”

Associate Professor William West, the head of the Alchemy Department, nodded slightly as well.
"Yes, I just finished the second round of review of his paper. His understanding and innovation of energy cycle structure have far exceeded the level of a teaching assistant."

I believe he won't disappoint in terms of bloodline modulation either.

After listening to everyone's discussion, Valen finally spoke, his voice calm as usual, but every word was profound:
"Excessive predictions are often inaccurate. It's better to wait for the facts to unfold than to speculate."

This short sentence caused the surrounding mentors to fall into deep thought.

Although Warren spoke little, he always hit the nail on the head.

Elliott, however, subtly curled the corners of his mouth; through his special talent, he had already "heard" the message carried on the wind.

Neumann glanced at the blond youth, a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes.

The genius of the "Gale Clan", plus his unique special talent.

Despite his humble words, Eliot's innate composure and confidence always made people feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Valen seemed to notice the subtle shift in the atmosphere, but he chose to remain silent.

As a seasoned veteran in academia, he deeply understands the principle that too much talk leads to mistakes.

(End of this chapter)