Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 382 Game of Thrones

“I’ve been marginalized.”

Chester's voice was filled with deep helplessness:
“Those promising juniors who used to ask me all sorts of questions now avoid me.”

Those previously stable partnerships have also begun to encounter various problems.

Even my family has begun to face pressure from all sides.

He took out an exquisite sandalwood box from his pocket and gently stroked its surface with his fingers:
"This is the 'Eye of Truth' amulet that has been passed down for five generations of the Black family."

The box was carefully opened, and inside lay an antique-looking amulet.

It was a dark blue crystal, about the size of a thumb.

Something seemed to be slowly rotating inside, emanating a mysterious and powerful magical energy.

"I would like to give it to you as a gift of apology and reconciliation."

Chester's voice became more sincere:

"At the same time, I hope to convey my remorse and my... renewed understanding of the policy of conquest to the Tower Master through you."

Ron gazed quietly at the amulet, activating "Supernatural Recognition" to sense the power it contained.

This is indeed an extremely valuable alchemical artifact, and it bears sufficient historical traces.

Chester's ability to produce such a family heirloom shows that he was truly desperate.

However, isn't it a bit too much to ask him to directly plead with Cassandra...?

“Professor Black, I must tell you frankly.”

His tone became serious:

“I don’t have the kind of influence you imagine with Cassandra Tower.”

These words made Chester's face turn pale instantly.

"Our relationship was mainly established through Princess Eve and Professor Yutel as intermediaries."

Ron continued explaining, completely ignoring the other person's extremely unpleasant expression:

"In addition, there may also be the influence of my mentor, Mrs. Allen."

But we actually had very little direct communication; we've only met a handful of times.

"As for Professor Frederick's matter..."

He paused deliberately for a moment, allowing Chester time to process the information:
"That was just a coincidence."

"It was before Cassandra left the main world that he asked me if I had any recommended researchers, and I just went along with it and mentioned his name."

Chester's face grew even paler, and the flame of hope in his eyes was rapidly dying out.

"And now, you're asking me to take the initiative to go and plead for you..."

Ron's words became more direct:
"I'm not sure what she'll think, and frankly, I think she's taking herself too seriously."

These extremely honest words struck Chester's heart like a heavy hammer.

Despair began to spread in his eyes, as if the last straw had been snapped.

“But…” Ron changed the subject: “I can help you pass on this apology and this gift to Lord Cassandra.”

These words rekindled a spark of hope in Chester's eyes.

"As for her final reaction, I can offer no guarantee."

"At the same time, to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, I will try my best to distance myself from this matter."

Hearing Ron's final summary, Chester felt a mix of emotions.

Although things didn't go as he initially expected, there was still a glimmer of hope.

"I understand." He could only nod.
“Even so, I am very grateful for your willingness to help me. In the current situation, this is better than I expected.”

He remained silent for a moment, then took out a bag full of magic stones from his spatial pouch.

"Here are fifty complete magic stones."

Chester gritted his teeth, but said with unusual seriousness, "Please accept this; it is my personal way of thanking you."

“Even if your plea ultimately fails, you don’t need to return the money. I, Chester Black, keep my word.”

"And..." Confidence rekindled in his eyes:
"If you have any questions about enchanting or alchemy in the future, you can always consult me."

Although I may not be politically astute enough.

But academically, I believe I still hold a place in the central region.

Ron looked at the magic stone bag in front of him, and a thought struck him.

Fifty complete magic stones—that's definitely not a small number.

Moreover, establishing a collaborative relationship with a senior scholar like Chester will greatly benefit his future research.

"Then I'll accept it." He nodded and accepted the thank-you fee.

“I will find an opportunity as soon as possible to deliver your apology and gift to Lord Cassandra.”

Seeing that the other party accepted the magic stone, Chester showed his first real smile of the night.

Although the road ahead remains uncertain, he has at least taken a crucial step.

The two then exchanged views on some academic issues.

Chester certainly demonstrated the level expected of a senior scholar.

His understanding of alchemy and enchanting was far deeper than Ron had anticipated.

Especially in terms of theoretical foundations, his knowledge is quite solid.

"Living-body mechanical fusion...that is indeed a cutting-edge field."

Chester's tone became more professional:

"The key is to find the balance between the organism and the mechanical structure, so as to maintain the precision of the machine while preserving the activity of the organism."

Do you have any specific suggestions?

Ron inquired, expressing his interest in this kind of professional exchange.

"I suggest you start with the circulatory system."

Chester hesitated for a moment before continuing:

"Blood is the most important information carrier in a living organism. If the mechanical parts can be perfectly integrated with the blood system, then true living mechanical integration can be achieved."

This level of professionalism further increased Ron's opinion of Chester.

It seems that although this traditionalist scholar lacks political acumen, his academic abilities are certainly not undeserved.

An hour later, their conversation was drawing to a close.

"Thank you for your help tonight, Instructor Ralph."

Chester stood up to take his leave: "Whatever the outcome, I will remember your kindness."

“Of course, Professor Black.” Ron also rose to see him off. “I will process your request as soon as possible.”

After seeing Chester off, Ron stood alone in the meeting room, reflecting on everything that had happened that night.

The Storm Clan's proposal for cooperation, Chester's plea for help, and the goodwill extended by those ancient clans...

All of this serves as a reminder that his influence and status are growing at a faster pace than anticipated.

However, he also recognized the complexity behind this growth.

In this world full of dangers and opportunities, every choice can have unexpected consequences.

"A game of thrones..."

He looked out the window; the night view of the central area was still dazzling.

………………

After Chester left, Ron was placed in the VIP suite in the east wing of the mansion.

This is a luxurious residence consisting of three rooms.

The master bedroom is decorated in an elegant yet luxurious style, with walls made of moonstone that emit a soft glow at night.

"Master, the environment here is indeed quite nice."

The branches of the orchid gently caressed the various decorations in the room:

"The concentration of elements is well regulated, which is very beneficial to plant life."

Meanwhile, Dale stretched out her body in the crystal bathtub that had been specially prepared in the suite.

"Master, the water quality in this bath is much better than at the observation station." The siren girl's voice was filled with satisfaction.

"There is a faint ocean scent that reminds me of the coral reefs of my hometown."

Ron responded and began his daily meditation practice.

The Star Eater's Ramblings circulated within him.

An ancient power from the depths of the stars slowly flowed into his spiritual core.

As the "Star Projection" property continued to exert its effect, he could feel his magic circuits undergoing subtle optimization.

………………

The first rays of morning sunlight had just pierced through the crystal windows of the Stormwind Clan's ancestral home.

The three blonde girls had already started an argument in their private living room.

"Carmela, you'd better stop dreaming."

Leona sat in front of the dressing table, slowly and methodically combing her long golden hair with a silver comb.

"You saw it yourself last night, how did that lecturer Ralph react to our...enthusiasm?"

She put down the silver comb, examined her young and beautiful face in the mirror, and a self-deprecating smile played on her lips:

"He didn't even linger for half a second."

Either he really is immune to beautiful women, as the rumors say, or the three of us are simply not good enough for him.

The youngest sister, Laphne, was still nestled in her ivory silk bedding, with only her fluffy blonde hair and sleepy blue eyes showing.

Hearing her older sister's words, she lazily rolled over:

"Seriously...who wants to get up so early in the morning?"

And Leanna is right. He was unmoved in that situation last night, so wouldn't it be humiliating for him to try and curry favor with him now?

She yawned, her voice still nasal from just waking up:

"Besides, I heard that the two alien maids beside him... tsk tsk, their bloodline levels are both very high."

Our ordinary human beauty pales in comparison to theirs, like a firefly before the moon.

But Carmela, the second sister, sat up in bed, a determined flame burning in her azure eyes.

She slowly shook her head, her voice carrying a resolute determination:
"You don't understand."

The blonde girl got out of bed and walked to the window, gazing through the frosted glass at the distant, faintly visible cluster of spires:

"It is precisely because we are not as talented as others that we need to seize every opportunity."

Leona, your mental aptitude is at the upper fourth level, giving you a great chance to become a formal wizard.

Laphne is the youngest, and her talent is also at the upper fourth rank, giving her the same opportunity as her older sister to become a full-fledged wizard.

She turned around, her expression a mixture of resentment and longing:
"And me? I'm at the lowest tier of the fourth level, almost reaching the fifth level. I'm at the very bottom of the entire family. If I can't find a truly promising and powerful person to associate with..."

Carmela didn't finish her sentence, but the burning ambition in her eyes said it all.

In the wizarding world, talent determines a person's lower limit of development.

The fact that she possesses a fourth-class lower-level aptitude means that she is likely to remain at the advanced apprentice level for her entire life, never able to access true power.

“But Carmela…” Leanna’s tone softened slightly as she stood up and walked towards her sister:

"Do you really think someone like Ron Ralph would change his mind because of a beautiful woman?"

Her hand gently stroked Carmela's shoulder:

“When my father introduced us last night, I carefully observed his eyes.”

That calmness...it wasn't feigned. It was like looking at three stones, devoid of any personal emotion.

“And…” Leona lowered her voice, a flicker of fear in her eyes:
“Did you notice that when he looked at us, my blood instincts kicked in with a warning? Like an antelope encountering a cheetah…”

Laphne also sat up in bed, her little face full of confusion:

"I thought I was the only one who felt this way. Even though his strength level is not as high as my father's Moon-level strength, why does he make people feel so... scared?"

But Carmela's expression became even more determined.

She walked to the wardrobe and began choosing her outfit for the day:

"The more he does this, the more it shows that he is different from others."

How could an ordinary young wizard gain the attention of Tower Master Cassandra before the age of twenty?

She took out a sky-blue silk dress, her favorite one:
"I don't expect to truly conquer him, but if I can leave an impression..."

Even just making him remember my name would be a huge benefit to me.

Looking at her sister's almost pathological obsession, Leona felt a complex mix of emotions.

As the eldest sister, she naturally hoped that the other party could get more opportunities for development.

However, she also worried that Carmela might do something irrational due to excessive ambition.

"Alright then..." she finally relented.

"But remember, know when to stop."

If he clearly shows signs of annoyance, stop immediately.

Offending someone like that would be a price our family couldn't afford.

Laphne burrowed back under the covers, her voice muffled:
"Anyway, I'm not going. What's the point of all this fuss so early in the morning... Let Carmela do her own show."

And so, Carmela began her meticulous preparations.

The sky-blue dress she chose perfectly complemented her blonde hair and blue eyes, while the wind chimes woven from wind-element crystals at her waist produced a melodious tinkling sound as she walked.

Most importantly, she subtly activated the subtle allure hidden within the necklace on her chest.

This level of magical enhancement would go unnoticed, but it would subtly boost her charm.

Once everything was ready, Carmela took a deep breath and set off for the East Wing VIP suite.

The corridor was quiet except for the soft sound of her silk skirt scraping against the floor.

As Carmela approached the suite, her heart began to race.

She forced herself to remain calm, and a perfect smile, practiced countless times, appeared on her face.

She knocked gently on the door, her voice striving to maintain a sweet and elegant tone:

"Good morning, Lord Ron. I'm Carmela. My father sent me to inquire if you require breakfast service."

Soft footsteps came from inside the door, and then the door slowly opened.

The moment Ron appeared in the doorway, Carmela felt her breath almost stop.

The young man in front of me had clearly just finished some kind of deep meditation practice.

A strange, eerie blue light was slowly dissipating from those deep eyes.

The light seemed to come from the depths of the endless starry sky, carrying an ancient wisdom that transcends human comprehension.

When those eyes were fixed on her, Carmela felt her mental defenses being torn apart like thin paper.

Fear poured over her like ice water, instantly seeping into every cell of her body.

This is not the look a normal wizard should have.

This is a characteristic that only a higher level of existence possesses.

It was as if, deep within those profound pupils lurked a dark blue hole capable of devouring everything.

Carmela's hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and the carefully prepared lines almost got stuck in her throat.

She finally understood why they had felt an instinctive fear last night.

The seemingly young man before me is transforming in some way that transcends humanity.

Good morning, Miss Carmela.

Ron's voice was calm and polite, but devoid of any warmth.

When he spoke, the eerie blue light in his eyes completely vanished, returning to its usual deep black.

But that profound shock from the depths of her soul has left an indelible mark on Carmela's heart.

"Were you...were you cultivating just now?"

She struggled to control her trembling voice, and fine beads of sweat began to appear on her forehead.

"It's only just dawn. Did you get any rest last night?"

(End of this chapter)