Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Ron followed Mr. Snow into the wizard's tower, which was called the Crimson Tower.

As soon as he entered the hall and saw the crowds coming and going, he wondered for a moment if he had gone to the wrong place.

As if he had already guessed the boy's question, Snow led the way while asking with a smile:

"Aren't you surprised? There are so many people in Lord Latour's wizard tower?"

Upon hearing the other person's words, Ron nodded subconsciously, then suddenly realized that the middle-aged man in front of him couldn't see his movements, and was about to reply.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Mr. Snow continued:

"Hehe, actually, when I first came here, I was much like you, full of curiosity about this place and puzzled by the existence of these people. Before answering your questions, let me ask you a question first: what do you think is the most important thing for a wizard?"

"Knowledge and wisdom."

As soon as the question was asked, Ron answered without hesitation.

He has been in this world for over a year, and even if we exclude the time before he joined the Red Moon Tower, he has been a wizard for over a year.

This past year has taught him a great deal, especially the most important principle for a wizard:

Knowledge is the source of power, while wisdom will be a treasure for a lifetime.

"That's right, knowledge and wisdom. A truly great wizard, as long as he possesses these two things, can find that existence called hope by his own strength, even in the most desperate situation."

Ron followed behind the man, listening quietly to his words, lost in thought.

But Snow's words did not stop because of his thinking:

"To acquire knowledge, one needs to constantly explore and practice. How many experiments do you think Mr. Latour and other great beings would need to conduct every day? If he were alone, how many experiments could he conduct each day?"

Upon hearing this, Ron immediately understood why there were so many people inside the wizard's tower.

Because a person's strength is ultimately limited, and a person's energy will eventually be exhausted. However, even if a great wizard has an extremely long lifespan, the corresponding matters and goals he wants to achieve will still require more time.

This means he needs helpers, people who can handle some minor, less important matters for him.

"So my task is to act as Mr. Latour's experimental assistant, just like them?"

Ron seemed to understand something and asked the middle-aged man in front of him directly.

Upon hearing his question, Mr. Snow, who had been leading the way, suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked back at him. Although he was smiling, his eyes were filled with a complex and indescribable expression.

Ron felt a little uncomfortable under the other person's gaze, wondering what was wrong with what he said.

Just as he was lost in thought, the middle-aged man opposite him began:

"Of course not. If it were just like theirs, Mr. Latour wouldn't have needed to come looking for you personally. As for what your mission is, I'm not quite sure either. However, the only thing I know is that Mr. Latour values ​​it highly. Having been in the Crimson Tower for so long, I've never seen that lord show such disdain to anyone. That's why my nephew is targeting you so much."

Hearing the other party's explanation, Ron felt no joy whatsoever.

Because he deeply understands that there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world; there is only the exchange of interests.

Although he didn't understand why Mr. Latour was treating him so well, he knew in his heart that if someone showed him kindness, they must have something in mind, and he was simply not qualified to know it yet.

"Heh, Mr. Snow, you must be joking. What is there for Mr. Latour to care about a mere wizarding apprentice like me?"

Ron forcibly banished the jumbled thoughts from his mind, looked at the middle-aged man whose face had been filled with complex emotions in his lifetime, simply smiled in remembrance, and then said humbly.

Snow shook his head, seemingly having lost interest in speaking, and turned around to continue leading the way.

Seeing this, Ron said nothing more and silently followed behind the other person, walking up the spiral staircase.

The wizard's tower, which appears to reach into the clouds from the outside, doesn't feel particularly grand when you walk inside. Instead, it feels like walking into a house from a past life, with just a few easy steps to climb the stairs.

Ron didn't understand the underlying principle; he just felt that the journey wasn't what he had imagined.

He originally thought it would be like climbing stairs in his previous life. Although with his current physique, he wouldn't be so tired that he would be out of breath, it would still take some time.

Unexpectedly, after only a few steps, they arrived at the very top of the wizard tower.

"We've arrived."

Hearing the steady yet charming voice coming from the middle-aged man in front of him, Ron suppressed his doubts.

Then he asked, "Mr. Snow, there are no rooms around. Where is Lord Latour?"

The middle-aged man in front of him did not reply, but bowed to the darkness ahead: "Good day, Mr. Latour. This young gentleman, I have brought you here. If there is nothing else, I will take my leave."

Ron watched the other person's movements and looked in the direction the middle-aged man was bowing. A hunched figure dressed in a bright red wizard's robe was standing not far in front of them, his cloudy yet wise eyes looking at him.

The moment their eyes met in the air, Ron quickly lowered his head and bowed in greeting, just like Snow had done: "Good day, Lord Latour."

Meanwhile, the third-ring archmage opposite them, Latu, the vice-dean of the Red Moon Tower, nodded slightly as he watched the two's actions, and gave instructions to Snow in a tone devoid of any emotion:

"There's nothing else for now, you can go downstairs."

"Yes."

Upon hearing the man's words, Snow replied without hesitation that he was right. Then, without even glancing at Ron, he walked straight past him and went downstairs, holding onto the handrail.

In the somewhat dark space on the top floor, only an old man and a young boy remained.

"Little guy, you're not late. Looks like you listened to what I said yesterday."

As Ron was lost in thought and feeling a little nervous, a faint smile suddenly appeared on the old man's previously expressionless face.

Seeing the expression on the other person's face, the boy felt a slight sense of relief and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.