Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 421 The Eye of Observation
The emerald pavilion appeared exceptionally tranquil under the moonlight.

The bellflowers that usually emit melodious sounds like wind chimes are unusually quiet tonight.

These extraordinary plants can sense the tension and anxiety in their owner's heart.

The aircraft landed silently in the garden in front of the small building.

“Lecturer Ralph, the young lady is waiting for you in the study.”

The half-dragon maid's eyes showed worry:

"She...she's been there since this morning, and she only ate a few bites of lunch."

Pushing open the heavy wooden door to the study, the familiar scent of books mixed with a faint aroma of magic potions wafted out.

The black-haired girl sat in her usual reading chair, leaning slightly forward, with a beautifully bound academic book open in front of her—"Principles of Advanced Therapy".

But her attention was completely elsewhere than on the book.

Although he seemed to be staring intently at the pages of the book, his pupils did not move at all.

Her thoughts had already drifted elsewhere, to the unknown fate that was about to befall her.

The girl's hands, resting on her knees, were trembling involuntarily.

"tutor……"

Hearing footsteps, Eve jerked her head up, her voice trembling from the very first syllable:
“You…you’ve finally arrived. I…I’ve been waiting for you since this afternoon…”

The girl tried to stand up to greet him, but the trembling in her legs made even this simple action difficult.

In the end, she simply gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

“I know what you’re worried about, Eve.”

Ron walked toward her, his tone as firm as possible:
"We'll finalize the treatment plan tonight. Whatever the outcome, we'll at least give it a try."

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope immediately ignited in Eve's eyes, but at the same time, a deep fear flickered within them.

“Mentor, I...I know this attempt is very risky.”

Her voice was still trembling:
“If…if in the end you and Grandpa Yutel feel the risk is too high, I…I can understand.”

When she spoke the last few words, her voice was almost inaudible.

"We will not give up because of the risks."

Ron continued, each word brimming with power:

“The risks exist, and I won’t lie to you about that. But we will take all possible precautions to ensure your safety.”

His words visibly relaxed the girl's body, easing the tension that had gripped her like a bowstring.

"Professor Utter should be arriving soon."

Ron glanced at his pocket watch:
"He will bring specific details of the treatment plan, as well as some technical considerations."

Just as Ron finished speaking, the ancient landscape painting on the study wall, depicting distant mountains and seas of clouds, suddenly began to glow.

The clouds that were originally still in the picture began to move slowly, and the distant mountains also showed a distinct depth effect, as if the whole painting had come to life.

A few seconds later, silver light spilled out of the picture frame, condensing into star-like points of light in the center of the room, and then gradually forming the familiar figure of Yutel.

"Good evening, Eve, Ron."

The old professor's voice remained gentle, but careful listening revealed a deep weariness within it.

"grandfather!"

Eve breathed a slight sigh of relief when she saw Yutel appear.

This elder, who watched her grow up, always brought her a sense of security and warmth.

She felt more reliable than her mother, Cassandra, who was often nowhere to be seen.

"You look very nervous, child."

Yutel's silver eyes were full of love:
"This feeling is completely understandable; anyone would be nervous in this situation."

However, you should know that excessive tension is not beneficial to treatment; in fact, it may become an obstacle.

"Tonight we're going to discuss the technical details and implementation plan, not a life-or-death decision."

Your safety is our top priority, and that will never change.

After receiving comfort from the two men and being informed of the details, Eve's near-collapse state of tension eased somewhat.

Just as the atmosphere was calming down a little, the magic field in the room suddenly fluctuated subtly.

"It seems another participant has arrived."

Yutel's tone became somewhat helpless:

"However, his attitude... might make tonight's discussion a bit difficult. The Eye of Observation is always stubborn, especially when it comes to issues involving positions."

As soon as these words were spoken, an antique mirror in the corner of the room began to glow.

The mirror surface began to ripple like calm lake water, and then a blurry eyeball-shaped outline gradually appeared.

The projection of the "Eye of Observation" appeared even more ethereal and elusive than Yutel, as if it might vanish into nothingness at any moment.

“Yutel, and you two young men.”

The Eye of Observation's voice sounded unusually hoarse:

"I must reiterate that I am not keen on participating in activities that involve factional positions."

This highly resistant response made the atmosphere in the room heavy and oppressive once again.

Eve's face turned ashen, the little comfort and hope she had just gained vanishing in an instant.

"Senior, I completely understand your concerns."

Yutel's tone remained gentle, but it carried an undeniable air of authority:

“Eve’s case involves a deep backlash at the level of rules, a phenomenon that is extremely rare in the entire history of wizarding and has important research value and academic significance.”

"Research value? Academic significance?"

The Eye of Observation's tone became sharper:
“Yutel, do you think I would believe such high-sounding words? We’ve known each other for so many years, I know your every little thought very well.”

His voice carried a deep sense of disappointment:

"You are well aware of Cassandra's current situation and what kind of existence she is becoming."

The conquest wars in another world, the brutal plundering of other civilizations, and the ever-growing greed and bloodlust... she was no longer the pure researcher she once was.

"In this situation, you want to further deepen your relationship with the Crown Clan, and even risk your life to help them... Do you think it's wise to do so? Do you think it's worth it?"

These words cut straight to the heart of the problem like a sharp blade.

Indeed, Cassandra gradually became alienated and her behavior became increasingly extreme.

Any deep cooperation with the Crown Clan could bring unforeseen consequences.

The silence in the room became suffocating; even the anti-magic devices that usually made slight noises seemed to have stopped working.

"and……"

The Eye of Observation's tone became more serious and worried:

"Even if we completely set aside the issue of stance, you are well aware of the cost of forcibly performing a projection summoning."

"In your current ethereal state, to perform such a high-intensity summoning..."

At this point, the Eye of Observation sighed softly:
“You will die, Yutel. Perhaps not just a gradual decline, but a complete annihilation. You will be wiped out of this world without leaving a trace.”

This blunt and cruel description made Eve turn her gaze to Yutel, her eyes filled with bewilderment.

"I know the price."

Yutel gently patted the girl's shoulder and answered calmly, his voice showing no hesitation or fear:

“But there are things that are more important than personal survival. And death is not the end for me, but a continuation in another form.”

"More important? Continuation?"

The voice of the Eye of Observation grew angry:
"Yutel, you've contributed enough to this damn timeline! It's been thousands of years, what more do you want?"

"This is not without reason."

Yutel remained resolute, but his voice carried a deep weariness:

"Once a solution to the demonic devouring phenomenon is found, it may be applicable to other timelines and could also lead to an expansion of healing spells."

“And…” He looked at Ron, a hint of expectation in his eyes:

"This is also to cultivate and test the next generation. Young people need to gain a deeper understanding of the mysteries and costs of history through this experience."

The Eye of Observation remained silent for a long time, and the projection in the mirror became even more blurred, clearly undergoing a fierce internal struggle.

The atmosphere in the room became unusually oppressive; even breathing could be clearly heard, and time seemed to stand still.

Seeing the stalemate, Ron realized he needed to intervene in the conversation.

As one of the key participants in the event, and as a potential beneficiary, he has a responsibility and an obligation to help persuade the Eye of Observation.

"Lord Eye of Observation."

Ron bowed deeply to the blurry figure in the mirror:
"Please allow me, a junior, to interject a word in this serious discussion."

I understand your deep concern about the current situation, and I also understand your desire to remain detached and neutral.

But please allow me to offer some different perspectives and thoughts.

The projection of the Eye of Observation rippled slightly, clearly surprised by Ron's initiative to speak.

"Young man, speak your mind."

His tone carried a certain scrutinizing quality.

Clearly, they wanted to use this speech to learn more about this young wizard who has attracted much attention.

"First, there's the issue of political stance and clan relations."

Ron's tone was calm and rational, each word carefully considered:
“Eve’s treatment did involve the Crown Clan, but she herself has never been involved in any political activities, nor has she ever done anything to harm others.”

He paused for a moment, allowing the idea to settle:

"On the other hand, the study of the symptoms of demonic possession does indeed have great academic value."

If an effective treatment can be found, it will be a breakthrough for the entire field of therapeutics, and it will save more than just Eve.

The projection of the Eye of Observation showed no fluctuation, clearly indicating that the words that Yutel had just repeated could not truly sway him.

"Secondly, regarding the relationship with Cassandra Tower."

Ron continued, his tone becoming even more somber:

“We certainly cannot sever all ties with the Crown Clan just because we fear her alienation.”

Conversely, maintaining a certain level of influence may be the only effective way to prevent the situation from deteriorating further.

“If we completely distance ourselves from and oppose Cassandra, the Lord will completely lose control and become a real disaster.”

But if a relationship of trust can be built by healing Eve, there might still be a chance to influence her decisions from within and bring her back on the right track.

This perspective has prompted us to reflect.

Indeed, complete estrangement and hostility could make the situation even worse.

Moderate contact and influence, on the contrary, may be a means of checks and balances.

"Finally, and this is what I consider the most important point."

Ron's tone became more sincere:
"Senior, you have been able to survive from the Second Era to the present day, becoming one of the few witnesses who have transcended time. Besides your special bloodline, what do you think is the fundamental reason?"

As the final question was posed, the projection of the Eye of Observation fluctuated violently, clearly touching upon something extremely sensitive to him.

"Young man, what exactly are you trying to say?"

The Eye of Observation's tone became wary:
"So, what do you think my longevity depends on?"

"Participate, rather than simply observe."

Ron stated his argument directly:

"A true 'observer' will gradually lose connection with the real world due to excessive detachment."

But you are different; you have always participated in the course of history in various ways.

His tone became more certain:

"Teaching students, passing on knowledge, and providing guidance and assistance at critical moments..."

It is precisely these seemingly 'disruptive' acts of engagement that allow you to maintain a vital connection with the real world, avoiding the slumbering problems faced by other ancient beings.

The eye of observation fell silent once again.

"Therefore, complete neutrality is actually a path to nothingness."

Ron continued to elaborate on his point of view:
“Moderate participation, especially that which can promote progress and save innocent people, is a necessary condition for maintaining existence and vitality.”

"You're quite an interesting young man..."

The tone of the observer's voice changed subtly but noticeably, with much less hostility:
"The understanding of the essence of existence is far deeper than I imagined... indeed, as you said..."

The atmosphere in the room began to change.

The tense atmosphere was gradually dissipating, replaced by a subtle easing.

But at that moment, Yutel suddenly spoke:
"Speaking of which, I'm reminded of someone."

His tone became thoughtful:
"Perhaps we should consult with 'Recorder' Gould."

"Gould?"

The observer's tone was tinged with surprise:

"That guy who likes to collect stories and legends everywhere? He's probably sleeping soundly in the 'Truth Court's' specimen collection right now. Do you think he'd be interested in something like that?"

"Of course, his title dictates that he would be interested in things that can create time points."

Utter explained:

"Gould is also one of the most learned people I know."

His stance is equally neutral and will not be influenced by political factors.

Ron's heart skipped a beat when he heard the name.

"The Legacy of the Age of Oblivion" is the work of this great wizard.

That book contains countless valuable historical facts and case studies about ancient alchemists.

"and……"

Yutel continued:

“If the three of us join forces to perform the summoning, we might be able to share some of the costs. Moreover, Gould has a deep understanding of various historical figures, so his advice is quite valuable.”

The observer fell into deep thought once again.

Although he still did not explicitly agree, his attitude had indeed softened considerably compared to the beginning.

"I need some time to think about it."

He finally said:
“This is not a decision that can be made lightly, but... your arguments do have merit.”

The projection began to become more blurry:
“Give me three days. I will give you my final answer in three days. If Gould also agrees to participate… perhaps things will be different.”

With these words, the mirror returned to its calm state, and the projection of the Eye of Observation completely disappeared.

A brief silence fell over the room, but this silence was quite different from the previous tension; it carried a hint of hope.

"It seems... there is still hope."

Eve spoke softly, a faint but real flame of hope rekindled in her voice:
"Although there is no definite answer yet, at least... at least it's not an absolute rejection."

"Yes."

Yutel nodded gently:

"Moreover, even if the Eye of Observation ultimately decides not to participate, we have other options."

This treatment will definitely take place, but the method may be adjusted.

He looked at Ron, his eyes full of approval:

"Your analysis just now was brilliant; it grasped the essence of the problem."

Although his observational eye is stubborn, he is not an unreasonable person.

Give him some time to think; the outcome might be better than we expect.

(End of this chapter)