Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 336 Biochemical Weapons
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Ron arrived at the Emerald House as promised.

The courtyard was unusually quiet today; even the usually chattering jays were silent.

Those exotic flowers that were originally blooming brilliantly now had a subtle dark tinge on the edges of their petals, as if they had been gently caressed by some indescribable force.

Franka waited at the door as usual, wearing the same heavy long dress that remained unchanged throughout the year.

“Wizard Ralph, His Highness is waiting for you in the drawing room.”

The half-dragon maid's voice remained as steady as ever, but Ron's special senses allowed him to detect subtle changes within it.

Through the "Hermit's Knowledge," he discovered that Franka's muscles were slightly tense.

Breathing became slightly rapid, and the left hand unconsciously clenched and unclenched—a typical reaction when facing an uncertain threat.

The afternoon sun streamed through the window into the living room, casting dappled shadows on the suspended dust particles.

These dust particles are energy particles that are naturally formed under high concentrations of magic, and their movement can reflect the emotional fluctuations of the surrounding environment.

Upon entering the reception room, Eve was sitting at the familiar crystal table, with tea set and some delicate pastries laid out in front of her.

The black-haired princess was wearing a light-colored long dress today, and her amethyst-like eyes lit up immediately when she saw Ron.

"Mentor, you've arrived."

Eve rose to greet her with a beaming smile, her voice brimming with undisguised joy:
"I feel much better than before lately."

In addition to pure joy, her emotions were also mixed with a kind of almost pathological sense of dependence.

The girl's cheeks flushed slightly.

“These days I have hardly felt that tearing pain, and I have even been able to do some simple magic exercises.”

Her voice was filled with barely suppressed joy, but it quickly turned to worry:

“However… I’m worried that this improvement is only temporary. The symptoms of demonic possession are always unpredictable, and they may worsen again in a few days.”

Ron carefully observed Eve's expression and found that she was indeed more energetic than usual.

Her complexion became much rosier, and her movements became more agile. The vulnerability caused by the symptoms of demonic possession was significantly reduced.

"It seems that our previous exchange of favors has indeed produced positive results."

Ron nodded with satisfaction: "Your condition has improved significantly in all aspects, but any treatment needs time to prove its effectiveness."

After observing, he stated his judgment:

"However, based on the current data, the improvement trend is stable. We need to continue to observe."

"I owe this all to your help." Eve's eyes were full of gratitude.

“My mother said that the grace you bestowed has a special purity that can penetrate to the level of the soul for healing.”

When Cassandra was mentioned, her expression sombered slightly, but she quickly recovered.

"As is customary, I would like to start by sharing some of my recent research findings."

Eve's eyes were filled with excitement, like a prisoner seeing the cell door open a crack:
"The relief from the demonic attack symptoms during this period has allowed me to perform some operations that I couldn't attempt before."

She stretched out her right hand, and her fingertips began to emit a faint silver light.

That is a more refined and complex form of energy manipulation.

“I call it ‘mental hierarchical control’.”

Eve's voice carried the focused concentration characteristic of a researcher:

"Traditional use of mental power is linear; one can only focus on one task at a time."

But I discovered that if consciousness is divided into multiple independently operating thought threads, each thread processes different types of information…

As she explained, the silver light began to differentiate, forming three independent energy streams.

Each energy stream is performing a different task:

One was analyzing the magical components in the air, another was monitoring her own physiological state, and the third was performing complex mathematical calculations.

"This technique originated from the helpless adaptation to the symptoms of demonic possession."

Eve smiled wryly:
"When my main consciousness is occupied by pain, I must learn to let a part of my mind continue to run in the background and handle daily affairs."

Unexpectedly, as I gradually recovered, this adaptive change developed into a completely new technique for utilizing mental power.

Ron watched the demonstration of this layered control of mental energy with some surprise.

The complexity of this technique requires considerable practice to master, even with his level of mental control.

"An impressive innovation."

He exclaimed with heartfelt admiration:

"If this multi-threaded thinking mode is applied to spell construction, it should be able to maintain the operation of multiple complex spells simultaneously."

It bears a striking resemblance to the multi-layered spell system required for a formal wizard to advance to the Moon rank.

"I think so."

Eve's face lit up with a radiant smile:
"Although the symptoms of demonic possession prevent me from casting spells normally, I have gained a depth of theoretical exploration that is difficult for ordinary people to reach."

Just then, the karmic connection between the two began to manifest.

Eve silently sensed this change, her eyes half-closed, filled with a deep longing for this fleeting experience.

Franka then served tea to the two of them.

The half-dragon maid's movements remained efficient, but her usually rock-solid arms trembled slightly as she poured tea.

The soft sound of the teapot and cups colliding seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet room.

"Franka, you look really tired."

Ron turned to her, his tone tentative and concerned, "Are you too tired from work...? How have you been resting lately?"

The half-dragon maid was slightly taken aback, but quickly regained her composure:

"No, I have never felt tired while serving Your Highness. It's just that some family matters distract me, but it's nothing serious."

"Family affairs?" Ron keenly caught this keyword, simultaneously activating "Hermit's Insight" to observe her micro-expressions:

"Is it related to the preservation and inheritance of bacterial strains?"

Franka's pupils contracted slightly, a reaction that confirmed Ron's suspicions:
"Yes... Recently, there has been more frequent contact between the various bacterial strains, and everyone is discussing some... changes."

At this point, the half-dragon maid looked at her master and, after receiving his nod of permission, continued with the specific details.

"It's mainly the new demands brought about by the wars of conquest." Franka placed the teapot on the table and sighed softly.
"The Tower Master's expedition results have led those in power to reassess our value and purpose, and some families have already received special conscription orders."

This information instantly made the atmosphere in the room heavy.

What are the specific details of the conscription order?

Seeing that Eve was not averse to revealing specific information, Ron continued to press for details.

He needs to understand whether these changes have any potential impact on him.

"It mainly involves the large-scale collection of bloodline samples and... the coordination of certain special bloodline studies."

Franka's voice dropped to almost a whisper: "It's supposedly for the mass production of war weapons with bacterial preservation properties."

Weapons of war.

This word reminded Ron of the terrifying corrosive properties he had discovered after analyzing Franka's bloodline.

This may have been one of the plans Cassandra had prepared long ago.

Previously, it was only used on a small scale by a few elite units, but its mass deployment is tantamount to the Wizarding Civilization's "biological warfare".

“Speaking of bloodline research…” Ron glanced meaningfully at Franka:
"If possible, I would like to conduct a more detailed bloodline analysis."

While the previous samples were valuable, their quantity was limited, and many deep-seated features could not yet be confirmed.

Franka turned her head to look at Eve, her eyes questioning.

The girl nodded gently, giving her an encouraging look.

“If it would be helpful to your research…” The half-dragon maid certainly wouldn’t refuse, but her voice carried a clear unease: “How much blood do you need?”

"This time, we'll need a larger quantity, about three times the dose you gave me last time."

Ron took out a sophisticated blood collection device from his spatial bag; the gleaming silver needles were almost blinding in the sunlight.

“I need to conduct more in-depth component analysis and activity testing.” The blood collection process took place in a tense atmosphere.

Surprisingly, this usually aloof half-dragon maid showed extreme fear when faced with blood collection.

Her eyes were tightly closed; she dared not look at the medical equipment.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, as if the act of drawing blood had triggered some hidden shadow within her.

"It's alright, Franka."

Eve gently patted the maid's shoulder, trying to offer her some comfort.

The deep red, even somewhat blackish blood flowed into the crystal container, displaying an eerie dark luster under the illumination of the magic crystal lamp.

Ron activated "Supernatural Recognition," observing the energy characteristics of the blood in real time.

In his unique perspective, Franka's blood was practically a miniature ecosystem.

The powerful vitality of the dragon bloodline is like a burning flame, forming the main energy framework in the blood.

But within the gaps of this skeleton, countless tiny shadows lurk.

Those mutated factors from the abyss, like parasites, attach themselves to the bloodline of the dragons, waiting for a specific trigger condition.

These abyssal factors are not randomly distributed; they are arranged according to a precise design.

It's like someone has implanted a complex program in your blood that can be activated remotely at any time.

"finished."

Ron carefully sealed the blood sample, his tone filled with satisfaction: "Thank you for your cooperation, Franka."

The half-dragon maid nodded, but her face remained pale.

With trembling hands, she pressed the needle prick and slightly circulated her blood energy, causing the wound to disappear.

But judging from his dazed expression, he didn't seem to have fully recovered from the blood draw.

"Regarding the preservation of bacterial lineage, I have recently made some new discoveries based on the information you previously provided."

Ron turned to Eve: “Your mother’s early theories about atavism have greatly inspired me.”

Eve immediately perked up; she had always been curious about her mother's early research.

Those documents documented Cassandra's academic explorations before she became a great wizard, filled with immature but innovative ideas.

What did you discover?

"First, I verified the Tower Master's hypothesis about the 'level of bloodline memory'."

Ron retrieved a detailed analysis report:

“Each bloodline does indeed carry fragments of information from our ancestors, but the way this information is organized is more complex than we imagine.”

He unfolded the report, which was densely covered with various data and charts:
“The ‘spiral coding theory’ proposed by the tower master is correct, but I discovered a phenomenon that she did not notice at the time—there are ‘artificially inserted’ code segments in certain bloodlines.”

The word made Eve and Franka look up at the same time, and their expressions turned serious.

"What is manual insertion?" Eve pressed.

"Simply put, it means that someone intervened in the natural evolution of the bloodline, implanting information that should not have existed in the first place."

Ron's commentary became more in-depth and professional:
"These inserted code snippets usually have specific functionality, such as enhancing a certain feature or adding a special triggering mechanism."

He pointed to a set of data in the report:
“The bloodline of the preserved bacteria is a typical example. According to my analysis, there are at least seventeen obvious artificial insertion segments in their bloodline structure, which endow the bloodline with extremely strong adaptability and compatibility.”

"But at the same time, it also sowed the seeds of potential hidden dangers."

Ron's tone became increasingly warning:
“These insertion segments contain a kind of ‘switch mechanism’ that can be activated under certain conditions, leading to fundamental changes in the behavior and thinking of the bloodline host.”

Eve's face turned pale: "You mean... Franka might lose control?"

"It's not just as simple as being out of control."

Ron calmly stated his analytical findings:
"According to the analysis, the bacterial bloodline has extremely strong corrosiveness when activated. They can forcibly assimilate other bloodlines, transforming the target into an entity with the same characteristics."

He took out a sealed container from his spatial bag, inside which was a mass of completely decomposed slime tissue:
"I tested it with my own autophagic slime, and almost lost this precious experimental assistant. The erosive power of the bacteria's bloodline far exceeded my expectations."

As he spoke, Ron secretly activated "Hermit's Insight" to carefully observe Eve and Franka's micro-expression changes.

Eve's reaction was pure surprise and bewilderment.

Her pupils dilated slightly, her eyebrows were raised slightly, and her lips were slightly parted.

These are all instinctive reactions when faced with unexpected information.

Clearly, she knew very little about the dangerous characteristics contained in the bloodline of the bacteria, and it was probably the first time she had ever heard of them.

Franka's reaction was more complex; she also showed surprise, but the focus of her surprise was clearly different.

She was somewhat incredulous, as if wondering how this young modulator could analyze these deep characteristics in such a short time.

At the same time, the shoulders slump slightly, which is a typical reaction when hearing a truth that one has long sensed but is unwilling to face.

"This...how is this possible?" Eve's voice trembled.

"Franka's bloodline has always been stable and has never shown any abnormalities."

"Surface stability does not guarantee underlying security."

Ron calmly analyzed:

"The design of the bacterial bloodline is very ingenious. It is normally in a 'locked' state, and its corrosiveness is strictly controlled. However, under certain conditions, this lock may be released."

Upon hearing this, Franka instinctively looked at her hands.

The skin there was still smooth and delicate, but she knew clearly that beneath that layer of skin flowed something far more dangerous than she could imagine.

“What are you referring to as ‘specific conditions’?” Eve pressed, her voice filled with obvious concern.

“Strong emotional fluctuations, serious injuries, or exposure to certain special triggers.”

Ron listed possible triggers: "The most dangerous thing is that this trigger mechanism may be man-made."

This statement plunged the reception room into silence.

Eve and Franka both fell silent, each pondering the deeper meaning of the message.

Ron observed their reactions and had already formed a basic judgment in his mind.

Eve clearly knew very little about these inside stories; she was more like a princess protected in an ivory tower, with limited knowledge of the family's true secrets.

While Franka knew the uniqueness of his bloodline, he only had a vague understanding of the control mechanisms behind it.

Just then, the air in the room suddenly became viscous.

It's not just a change in temperature, but a distortion of some more fundamental physical property.

The suspended dust stopped drifting, and even the passage of time seemed to slow down.

A slender figure materialized in the corner of the room, like a work of art woven from light and shadow.

Cassandra appeared without a sound.

Her purple eyes swept over the three people in the room, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

"Don't let my arrival interrupt your discussion." Her voice was as smooth as silk, yet its sharpness was undeniable.

"I'm just interested in your academic exchanges, so please continue."

Eve's body stiffened, and her breathing became rapid.

The sudden appearance of her mother made her extremely nervous, and the psychological shadow left by the strict control she had been under since childhood surged up all at once.

Franka knelt down immediately, prostrating herself on the ground, her body trembling uncontrollably.

This reaction was not just one of awe, but more like a deep-seated fear.

Although alarm bells were ringing in Ron's mind, he remained outwardly calm.

He slowly rose and gave Cassandra a standard wizard's salute:
"Master, it is an honor that you took the time to observe our exchange."

"I am the one who should feel honored."

Cassandra reclined languidly on the sofa beside her, her tone teasing:

"It's truly a rare opportunity to witness the exchange of favors between two geniuses..."

(End of this chapter)