Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Just as the boy breathed a sigh of relief, the old man's faint smile suddenly turned eerie.

Before Ron could react, he felt his body suddenly lose control.

Then the room, which had been somewhat dark, suddenly became bright, and the light shone on his face, causing him to instinctively close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a scene that made his heart pound.

The originally dark and cramped room has now been transformed into a scene resembling a science laboratory from a movie in his previous life, with various experimental tables, mechanical control panels, petri dishes, and more displayed before his eyes.

Ron stared at the scene in disbelief, and suddenly remembered the inheritance he had given to that family when he was on duty in Nurs City before taking the exam.

A legacy of mechanical wizardry?!

His heart skipped a beat, and all sorts of terrifying thoughts involuntarily surfaced in his mind:

Remnants of the mechanical wizarding force? Spies from other wizarding academies? Or perhaps a wild wizard infiltrated the academy?

Just then, an aged voice, tinged with a strange chuckle, entered Ron's mind, interrupting his wild thoughts: "Little fellow, you have quite the imagination. You even know about mechanical wizards? And spies and wild wizards? Don't you know who I am? How could those guys possibly impersonate me?"

Upon hearing that familiar voice and understanding the meaning behind the other person's words, Ron's previously tense heart suddenly relaxed.

"That's right. The legacy of mechanical wizards must have spread throughout the major wizarding academies long ago. That old guy from that family also said that these things are not unusual among the higher-ups of the major wizarding forces. There are hardly any wild wizards, let alone formal wizards."

As for spies, in the continent of Vlandia where even fourth-ring wizards have reached their peak, he didn't believe any power would be so extravagant as to send a third-ring archmage to another academy as a spy.

Putting aside the danger, this is also an insult to the other party's identity.

With this thought in mind, Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief. At least he was certain the other party wasn't an enemy. As for the rest...

"??? Wait, if Mr. Latour isn't from another faction, why are you controlling my body?"

Feeling his body involuntarily levitating, Lun's previously relaxed heart suddenly tensed up again, wondering what the old man in front of him was going to do to his body.

"Little guy, you didn't think I hired you as my lab assistant without any compensation, did you?"

Ron's heart sank immediately: "I knew it, that old man was up to no good."

"Don't slander this old man in your heart. Although I did have other purposes in bringing you here to be my experimental assistant, I at least gave you some benefits, didn't I? Besides, it's just to have you cooperate with my experiments, it won't kill you. And besides, I didn't take that little river you got from that world."

Upon hearing this, the boy's eyes narrowed.

"That old guy really knew."

"Don't keep calling me 'old man.' Please address me as 'sir' or 'sir.' This is the most basic courtesy you should show as an apprentice and the most basic respect for power."

Hearing the other person's words, which seemed to completely expose his thoughts, Ron dared not have any more thoughts in his mind. He could only watch helplessly as his body floated in mid-air and then slowly drifted toward the experimental table filled with various instruments that shimmered with metallic luster.

"What kind of experiment do you want me to participate in?"

"That's more like it. Before you have the strength, maintaining respect for the strong is a social principle that every wizard must learn. As for what kind of experiment I'm asking you to do, it's just that I feel that bit of Morok Firefeather Bird bloodline in you is a bit interesting."

I knew it was because of this.

Ron had this thought in his mind. After all, apart from the three treasures in his spiritual sea, the only thing he had that could attract the other party's attention was the bloodline within him.

However, he really didn't expect that a third-ring wizard would be interested in the bloodline of the Morlock Firefeather Bird, which was only at the first-ring wizard level.

"Could there be some secret behind this?"

Ron certainly didn't think that a third-ring wizard who wouldn't even look down on a second-ring treasure like the River of Eternal Slumber would be interested in the Morlock Firefeather bloodline within him, which was only at the first-ring level.

There must be some secrets that I don't know about.

But he didn't have time to think about that now, because at this moment, his body was already lying on that cold experimental table.

A mechanical arm appeared out of nowhere and fixed his limbs and head in place, and Ron completely lost the will to resist.

He could only watch helplessly as the old man drew closer and closer, his face bearing that twisted expression, and finally uttered a few words:

"Please be gentle, I'm afraid of pain."

"Hehehe~ Of course, since you'll become my student in the future, I'll need your cooperation in things like this."

Time always slips away unnoticed.

The trees rustled in the woods, casting dappled shadows in the courtyard in front of the door.

The beautiful girl stood there, looking at the boy in front of her whose legs were trembling. Her once clear and gentle eyes were now filled with doubt.

"Senior, I'm back!"

"Where did you come from? Don't tell me that going to an assessment made you look this weak."

Fiona crossed her arms and stared intently at the boy standing in the courtyard: his bloodshot eyes, swollen eye bags, and weak lower body all testified to what he had been through.

A terrible thought suddenly popped into her mind, and anger welled up inside her. It felt as if, if the person in front of her spoke, she would rush up, pin them to the ground, and teach them a lesson...

Seeing the hint of displeasure on Fiona's face, Ron immediately understood what she was thinking and quickly explained:

"Senior, don't misunderstand. I just came back from Lord Latour's place. It's not what you think."

"It's not what I thought, what else could it be? Lord Latour, who is Lord Latour? I didn't expect you to enjoy playing these identity games. I really misjudged you. Go away. The farther the better. I never want to see you again..."

As soon as Ron uttered his words, Fiona's mouth started chattering away like a machine gun, incessantly talking about the boy in front of her, as if trying to influence him with her words.

"Senior, could you please let me finish?"

"You tell me, I'd like to see what kind of nonsense you can come up with."