I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 162 I am the God of Wisdom
[You have successfully helped a mage apprentice get back on track with their studies, demonstrating the justice and helpfulness of the Holy Light. Holy Sword Proficiency +10]

[Holy Sword Art (Master 1934/3000) Notes.]

Wilson staggered out of the woods.

From this moment on, the world has lost a virgin whose small head controls his big head, and gained a magic apprentice who sees women as nothing.

Although he didn't know how long he could keep it from Wilson, Ron still smiled with relief.

In this way, Mr. Victor and Mrs. Mattia's efforts to send their son to school were not in vain.
Wilson's own efforts were not in vain.
As for Ron himself, he not only did good deeds, but also gained proficiency.

Everyone has a bright future.

Thinking this to himself, the blond boy picked up the gold "malle club" that had rolled off the ground with one hand and tossed it up and down.

Then he carefully wrapped it with black cloth and re-tucked it into his lower back.

Well, it's time to change back and comfort Wilson; he can't afford to be so down.
Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Ron's disguise shattered, turning into fragments of light that disappeared into the breeze.

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"Wilson, Wilson!"

The young man, overwhelmed with inner turmoil and profound despair, stopped his staggering steps.
He looked up in surprise and saw Ron Griffith chasing after him from somewhere.

Only then did Wilson remember the main purpose of his visit to the academy.

I actually forgot about him.
Seeing the beaming smile on the blond boy's face, he felt a pang of shame.

Perhaps I shouldn't have abandoned my savior for the sake of my senior.

Amidst surging emotions, Wilson said in a hoarse voice:

“Let’s go, I’ll take you to see that Level 3 investigator.”

"Don't you need to rest?" The blond boy blinked, then patted his good neighbor Wilson on the shoulder. "Take it easy, getting dumped isn't a big deal."

"I wasn't dumped!" the young man retorted loudly.

Upon hearing this, Ron stroked his chin and said:
"Okay, when I get back I'll tell Mr. Victor that you weren't dumped."

Damn you!
A mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, and the slight apology he had just felt vanished without a trace.

Wilson's face twitched, and he forced a stiff, awkward smile.

"Ron, promise me you won't tell anyone about this, otherwise it'll be very difficult to get to know that important person."

If it's too difficult, then let's not do it.
The blond boy pursed his lips, then slightly raised his chin in agreement.

Upon seeing this, Wilson finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Come with me, let's go to the library."

"Wait, the library? I searched the whole place today and couldn't find any trace of the Level 3 Investigator. Is she not there?"

Ron followed behind, pressing for answers.

Upon hearing this, Wilson seemed to regain his composure and explained in detail:
"Of course you can't find her during the day. I always run into her when she's studying in the library at night."

What self-study? Isn't it just secretly competing for resources?

Ron muttered to himself, and then he heard Wilson lean close to his ear and whisper:

“Ms. Adele is a very nice person, and she’s very knowledgeable and helpful, so I paid for tutoring classes with her. Don’t tell anyone!”

If everyone could get tutoring from Ms. Adele, his grades would probably plummet.

What the hell is this tutoring center? Why would members of the Stardust Clan from out of town travel all the way to the capital to open a tutoring center?

The blond boy, never one to back down, immediately retorted:
"That's no excuse for you to blindly trust others. Just because you're told to provoke the Chief Judge doesn't mean you'll do it; does it mean you'll eat shit just because you're told to?" (If it were a senior student...)
Wilson's thoughts came to an abrupt halt. He had no intention of arguing with Ron and simply led the way in silence. Before long, the two returned to the library.

The library is obviously more lively at night than during the day, with every empty seat occupied and the tables piled high with study materials.

The rustling sound of pages turning rose and fell, one after another, like an unknown murmur coming from a sea of ​​books.

They didn't linger on the first floor of the library; instead, they passed through the second floor, which was similar to the first floor.
Wilson stopped and looked around when he reached the third floor.

Ron also quickly glanced at the books and found that most of them contained third-tier or higher magical knowledge.

The number of people studying has dropped exponentially, with large empty seats at each table and only a few senior students diligently writing.

"That's Ms. Adele."

Wilson pointed to a dark, unnoticed corner and led him to the vicinity.

Adele is probably in her thirties, with a well-proportioned figure, long chestnut hair, and bright, lively eyes, always giving people the impression of a female academic genius.

Contrary to Ron's expectations, the Level 3 investigator in front of him did not have the shifty eyes typical of con artists.
Instead, he exudes an intellectual, wise, and all-seeing divine aura.

Ron calmly stopped Wilson, secretly thinking that the unlucky kid should probably buy a lottery ticket.

No, the Kingdom of Oran doesn't have lotteries at all; you should go to the casinos.
"You came."

At this moment, the intellectual woman put down her book, looked at Ron with her chestnut eyes, and said with a smile.

Wilson was about to greet him when the blond boy spoke first:

"I am coming."

"Just as I expected, you came."

Does this guy know me?
Hearing this, Ron felt a little uneasy and asked hesitantly:

"you know me?"

"do not know."

Why pretend to be a close friend if I don't know you?
As the Holy Light Meditation Technique was activated, wisps of light flashed within his azure eyes.

He stared intently and finally noticed that something was wrong with the person in front of him.

With the powerful blessing of his divine status, Ron was the first to see a blue light appear in the woman's brain.
Downwards, the blue light separated into countless tentacles that parasitized the body, densely packed like tapeworms.
It renders its original owner unable to see, hear, smell, or speak.

Meat-like tentacles pierce into flesh and blood, stirring up the blood and thereby controlling the human nervous and metabolic systems.

In the dim light, Ron also saw a soul with long chestnut hair, who was also parasitized by strange blue tentacles, controlled within her body, and uttering painful cries and pleas through her soul.

Seeing this, Ron's expression finally turned cold.

He lightly pushed with his right fingers, drawing his longsword in the process, and demanded:
"who are you?"

Upon seeing this, Wilson's expression changed drastically; he never expected Ron to be so audacious.

In the capital, the Holy See is not to be trifled with, and neither is the Stardust Society.

"Ron, put down your sword and think about your dream. Don't you want to join the Stardust Society?"

He grabbed Ron's arm and whispered in his ear.

But then, Wilson saw the blond boy give him a strange look from his bright eyes.
Then he tossed over a gold and red badge, inlaid with glittering stardust, and said in a tone that commanded his subordinates:

“Wilson, I’m calling you up as a Level 1 Investigator. Take the badge and evacuate the people here.”

(End of this chapter)