Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 381 Dangerous Edge
Leona wore a light blue dress and a necklace made of wind element crystals around her neck.

The crystal would shimmer in rhythm with her breathing, adding a touch of mysterious beauty to her.

“Instructor Ralph, please try our family’s specialty dish.”

Her voice was soft and elegant, but Ron could detect a hint of deliberate coquetry in it:
"This is an appetizer made with the secretions of deep-sea coral polyps, which is said to enhance one's perception of magic."

As she handed the plate to Ron, her fingers lightly brushed against his palm.

Ron took the plate without any change in expression, as if he hadn't felt the suggestive contact at all.

"Thank you, Miss Leanna."

He said it casually, then turned his attention to the food on his plate.

The youngest, Laphne, chose a more direct approach.

She pretended to accidentally spill a drop of wine on the table, then bent down to wipe it with a handkerchief.

This action fully revealed the girl's body curves to Ron, and she also looked up to give him a sweet smile.

"Sorry, I'm a bit clumsy."

Laphne's cheeks flushed, and she looked utterly pitiful.

“My father always said that I lacked ladylike elegance, and it seems that he was right.”

Ron simply nodded and continued talking to the other guests.

Cassius, seated in the main seat, took it all in.

His expression shifted subtly, showing both disappointment and a sense of unease.

"It seems the rumors were true after all," he thought to himself.

"Ron Ralph is indeed a pure seeker of truth, almost immune to the temptation of beauty."

Moreover, it is said that he already has two beautiful foreign maids by his side.

Furthermore, given her close relationship with Princess Eve of the Crown Clan, it's understandable that she wouldn't consider us, her intended marriage partners, suitable.

This realization led him to adjust his subsequent negotiation strategy.

Since beauty is ineffective, the only option left is to focus on profit.

"You must have had a fruitful time exploring the abyss lately, right?"

Victor initiated the academic discussion, his eyes filled with inquiry:

"May I ask how you maintain the magical structure in the chaotic environment of the Abyss?"

This is a rather technical question.

Ron thought for a moment and decided to share some trivial experiences:

"The key is to understand the nature of the chaos, not to try to eliminate it."

His tone became more professional:

"Traditional magic seeks absolute stability, but in the environment of the abyss, this pursuit can lead to structural collapse."

A better approach is to make some adaptive adjustments during spellcasting, allowing the spell to adapt to changes in the environment.

"Adaptive spell modulation combined with chaotic environments..."

Victor narrowed his eyes, deep in thought; clearly, this concept had sparked some inspiration within him.
"This is indeed a very interesting idea. Could you explain the specific implementation method in detail?"

“This involves some rather complex theories.” Ron politely declined further questions.

"If Senior Victor is really interested, we can find a time in private to discuss this in detail."

Upon hearing this response, Victor nodded, a clear look of anticipation in his eyes.

Gareth also began his own probing:
"I've heard you're quite accomplished in alchemy? I'm currently researching a new type of living metal, but I've encountered some technical bottlenecks..."

He flexed his metal fingers, producing a series of crisp sounds:
"Specifically, it is about how to keep the metal structure active without being rejected by the organism's immune system."

This question piqued Ron's interest.

The refining of living metals is one of the directions he wants to research next.

"Immune rejection is mainly due to the incompatibility between the energy characteristics of the metal surface and the organism."

He pondered and said:

"Perhaps we could consider covering the metal surface with a biofilm, or directly modifying the recognition mechanism of the immune system."

"Biofilm coverage..."

Excitement gleamed in Gareth's eyes:

"This idea is interesting, but its implementation will likely be quite difficult."

“That’s true.” Ron nodded in agreement.
"It requires integrating knowledge of alchemy, bloodline studies, and potion-making, and also needs to consider the issue of long-term stability."

The atmosphere at the banquet gradually became more harmonious.

The guests began exchanging ideas with Ron on various academic topics.

Meanwhile, the three Storm Clan ladies continued their "service" work.

However, after the initial temptation, their behavior became much more restrained, and they no longer engaged in those obvious seductive behaviors.

When the third course was served, Cassius decided to get to the main topic of the evening.

"Instructor Ralph, do you currently have a permanent residence in the Central Lands?"

His tone became more formal:

"As far as I know, although the conditions at the Abyss Observatory are good, they are still not as convenient as having a private foothold in the Central Lands."

This question drew the attention of everyone else at the table.

Owning a private residence in the heart of the country signifies not only convenience but also a symbol of status and prestige.

“That’s exactly right,” Ron didn’t deny the need.
“I’ve been thinking about this, but suitable housing isn’t easy to find.”

“If you don’t mind, I would like to offer you a place to live.”

Cassius's suggestion surprised everyone present.
"It's a three-story building located in the northern part of Shuguang Port. The surrounding environment is quiet and very suitable for academic research."

This direct generosity made Ron frown.

In wizarding societies, equivalent exchange is a fundamental principle.

"I appreciate Professor Wandel's kindness."

He did not accept it, but responded cautiously:
"However, there is no such thing as a free lunch. If I accept such a gift, I should provide something in return."

This reaction pleased Cassius even more.

In a wizarding society, greedy people rarely go far, while those who know their limits are worthy of long-term cooperation.

"Since Ron, you put it that way..."

Elliott interjected at the opportune moment, clearly having discussed this topic with his father beforehand:
"We do have some ideas about cooperation that we'd like to discuss with you."

His tone became more formal:

"First, we hope to obtain priority purchase rights for certain rare materials at the abyss observation station."

Given your current position, you should be able to offer us some assistance.

"That's something we can consider."

Ron nodded; the request was within reasonable limits.
“The observation station does often have some rare materials that need to be sold, and I can provide the Storm Clan with relevant information when appropriate.”

"There is also cooperation in bloodline modulation."

A look of anticipation appeared in Elliott's eyes:

“Our family keeps some servants with special bloodlines... If you have the time, we hope you can help us with some optimization and modification.”

The term "attendant" here is clearly a euphemism.

In wizarding societies, various families keep extraordinary creatures that have undergone bloodline modifications.

They are often referred to as “servants” or “helpers”, but are essentially no different from slaves.

Ron carefully considered these conditions.

This cooperative relationship is beneficial to both parties:

The Storm Clan gained the technical support and resource access they needed.

He, in turn, gained stable partners and a new foothold in the Central Lands.

"These conditions are all within acceptable limits."

He finally nodded in agreement: "However, I suggest we discuss the specific details of the cooperation later."

Upon hearing this response, the atmosphere around the table noticeably became more harmonious.

Representatives from the other two ancient clans also began to hint at their willingness to cooperate, clearly wanting to board this rapidly rising ship.

In this harmonious atmosphere, the communication crystal on Cassius's chest suddenly lit up with a blue light.

He nodded apologetically to everyone, glanced at the caller ID (which wasn't marked as confidential), and then, without trying to hide it from others, activated the crystal.

"Professor Wandel, good evening. I am Chester Black."

A slightly tense voice came from the crystal:

"I'm so sorry to bother you so late. I heard you're hosting a party tonight. I wonder if you could accommodate this uninvited guest?"

The conversation in the restaurant immediately quieted down.

The name Chester Black was familiar to everyone present.

As one of the most senior associate professors at the Crystal Spire, he is also a prominent representative of the traditional conservatives.

His unexpected arrival would undoubtedly subtly alter the nature of the gathering. Cassius's expression became complicated, his gaze shifting between Ron and Elliott, clearly seeking their opinions.

Elliott closed his eyes slightly and activated his special talent.

An invisible wind flowed through the restaurant, gathering various messages from afar and bringing them to his ears.

A moment later, he opened his eyes and shook his head slightly at his father.

"The other party had no malicious intent, but they did have a strong purpose."

He reported to Cassius using his mental powers:

“'Feng' has already given me a message; his emotional state is one of anticipation mixed with extreme anxiety.”

This analysis put Cassius in an even more difficult position.

He didn't want to offend a senior associate professor like Chester, but he also didn't want to ruin the harmonious atmosphere of the evening.

"I wouldn't mind Professor Blake joining us."

Ron took the initiative and solved this problem for Cassius:

"However, if he has any important matters to discuss, I suggest arranging them after the gathering to avoid spoiling everyone's mood."

Hearing this response, Cassius breathed a sigh of relief.

He reactivated the communication crystal:

"Professor Black, you are certainly welcome."

However, tonight is mainly a relaxed social gathering. If you have any important matters to discuss, I suggest scheduling them after the gathering.

"Understood, understood."

Chester's voice carried a clear sense of relief:
"I just... haven't been to a gathering like this in a long time. I mainly wanted to see all my old friends, especially the renowned lecturer Ralph."

“Then we’ll wait for you here.” Cassius politely ended the communication.

After the communication ended, the atmosphere in the restaurant became subtle.

The guests were all seasoned veterans, and they could naturally sense the meaning behind this sudden visit.

"It seems that Professor Blake is in a rather...difficult situation lately."

Victor commented in a low voice, "Traditionalists are indeed facing considerable pressure in the current environment."

Gareth looked at Ron thoughtfully:

"For Professor Black to take the initiative to request an audience, it seems that Lecturer Ralph's influence has reached a considerable level."

He said with a hint of mockery:

"Hehe... Some people are destined to become trendsetters of the times, while others... can only struggle and drift in the tide."

About half an hour later, the restaurant door was opened again.

Chester Black appeared in the doorway.

His attire tonight was extremely formal, his scholar's robes were impeccable, and the Black family crest was worn on his chest.

However, upon closer inspection, one can notice subtle dark circles under his eyes.

There were ink stains on his fingers that he hadn't cleaned off, indicating that he had come in a bit too hastily.

"I apologize for interrupting your enjoyment," Chester said, bowing to the crowd.

Although he tried to keep his voice calm, Ron could still detect a hint of tension in it.

"Professor Black, you're too kind. Please take a seat."

Cassius greeted him warmly, while gesturing to the maid to prepare cutlery for Chester.

Chester sat down in the empty chair, his gaze sweeping over everyone present before finally settling on Ron.

His gaze was complex and fervent, as if he were looking at some rare treasure.

"I have long admired Lecturer Ralph's reputation."

His voice was filled with genuine respect:
"Your achievements in abyss research have deeply impressed us... traditional scholars."

“Professor Blake, you flatter me,” Ron replied politely.

When the clock struck 9:30, Cassius timely announced the end of the gathering.

That concludes tonight's gathering. Thank you all for coming.

He stood up and greeted the crowd:

"I hope that tonight's exchange will lay a good foundation for our future cooperation."

The guests began to leave one after another.

Frederick thanked Ron again as he left.

He also said that if anyone needs any help, they can contact him at any time.

In the end, only Ron, Chester, and a few members of the Storm Clan remained in the restaurant.

“Lecturer Ralph, I have prepared a quiet meeting room.”

Cassius led the two to a door on the side of the restaurant:

"You and Professor Blake can talk privately there, we won't disturb you."

………………

Inside the reception room, Chester sat on the sofa, his hands clenched tightly, his knuckles white from the force.

"Professor Black, what can I do for you?"

Ron got straight to the point.

Although he had a general idea of ​​the other party's intentions.

However, he prefers to let the other person speak for themselves, as this allows him to better take control of the conversation.

Chester took a deep breath, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

His fingers unconsciously rubbed the file folder on his lap, one of the "bargains" he had brought with him tonight.

First of all... I must apologize to you.

His voice trembled slightly, and a hint of regret appeared in his eyes:
“A few months ago, at that academic review meeting, I showed a very inappropriate skepticism toward your research proposal.”

Ron was somewhat surprised by this sincere apology.

In the wizarding world, admitting a mistake often means a loss of prestige, especially for an old scholar like Chester.

"Academic reviews should be rigorous and cautious in themselves."

Ron responded calmly: "Questioning and challenges are necessary steps, Professor Black. I understand your attitude at the time."

"No, you don't need to make excuses for me."

Chester shook his head, his expression growing even more pained:

"I recently studied your paper on chaotic adaptive training systems carefully, and I must admit... it is one of the most innovative studies I have ever seen."

He took a thick review report out of the file folder, his hands trembling slightly:
“As a member of the academic review committee, I have already given the highest level of recommendation. But this cannot make up for my previous shortsightedness and stupidity.”

Ron took the report and quickly glanced through it.

Chester's assessment was indeed very positive, even excessive.

This stark contrast made him realize that the other party's purpose in visiting tonight was far more than just an apology.

"Besides an apology, is there anything else you'd like to discuss?"

He asked directly, his eyes calm yet sharp.

Upon hearing this question, Chester visibly stiffened.

He remained silent for a long time, his expression constantly changing, as if he were engaged in a fierce internal struggle.

"I……"

His voice grew even weaker, each word seeming to be squeezed out from deep within his throat:

"I would like to ask for your help."

After saying this, Chester seemed to have used up all his strength, and he looked completely listless.

As the patriarch of the Black family and a senior associate professor at the Crystal Spire, he never imagined he would one day have to ask a young junior for help.

But the harsh reality left him with no other choice.

What kind of help?

Ron showed no surprise and continued asking questions.

“I hope…I hope you can intercede for me before Lord Cassandra.”

Chester's voice trailed off, and a deep despair filled his eyes:

"I know this request is presumptuous, but I really... I really have no other choice."

He began to explain his current predicament in detail, his voice increasingly bitter:

"Ever since that conquest policy presentation, my research proposals have been frequently rejected on a 'technical' basis."

The previously stable supply of resources has also been subject to various 'unexpected' delays.

Meanwhile, scholars who supported the policy of conquest received unprecedented resources.

His fingers tapped lightly on his knees, each tap feeling like a pounding on his heart.

“At first I thought it was just a coincidence, but as time went on, I realized that it might be some kind of response to my public questioning of the conquest policy.”

(End of this chapter)