Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

"That's roughly how it is..."

Ron sat on the sofa in Fiona's room, holding a cup of tea that the girl had brewed herself. After saying his last words, he gently brought the teacup to his lips.

"You mean, the vice-dean has taken you as his disciple?"

Fiona looked at the boy in front of her in disbelief. Although she knew that he had performed well in the assessment, she never expected that he would be personally taught by the elusive vice dean.

It's important to know that the academy has about a million people, including apprentices and ordinary people. However, only about a thousand of them can become formal wizards, and second-circle wizards are even rarer. Fiona doesn't even know if there are more than a hundred people in the academy with such long lifespans.

As for higher-ranking third-circle wizards, she had never even heard of them, let alone seen them.

Only occasionally, through the words of teachers and wizards like Salin, could one hear bits and pieces of information about the vice deans and the legendary dean, who were said to be at the third ring or higher.

But now the boy in front of me suddenly said that he had been taken in as a disciple by the vice dean.

This news was hard for the usually oblivious Fiona to accept.

It's like you have a friend who is similar to you in every way, and you even have some advantages in certain aspects.

The result was that she was suddenly told that this guy had suddenly left her far behind.

Fiona was naturally incredulous.

"As a wizard, rigor is an essential principle for us. I'll emphasize one last time: this is not about taking you as a disciple, but rather as that person's experimental assistant, nothing more."

Ron listened to the girl's exclamation and looked at her slightly open mouth. He swallowed hard, feeling a mix of secret pleasure and helplessness.

The reason for the secret thrill is self-evident; anyone would feel this way if they saw their crush looking surprised by their achievements.

The frustrating part is that the other party consistently misunderstood what he was saying.

No matter how many times he emphasized that he was merely the old man's experimental assistant, the girl always referred to him as her "disciple," leaving her unsure of what to say.

Although I do want to become the other party's disciple, judging from the other party's attitude today, this goal is probably not going to be achieved in the short term.

Ron didn't want the other party to misunderstand because of this.

"I know, I know. Isn't a lab assistant already like a prospective disciple? That's what Professor Salin told me before he took me on as a student. And as you've seen, we get along quite well now."

Fiona waved her hand dismissively, but her eyes kept lingering on Ron, and she clicked her tongue in disapproval.

"I didn't expect you to be so capable. I was worried about your performance in the assessment, but you've been hiding your skills quite well. I've really struck gold, hehe..."

The girl seemed to have thought of something, and let out a strange laugh.

"Senior, your drool is practically dripping onto the floor."

Upon hearing Ron's words, Fiona quickly straightened up, then wiped her mouth with her hand, only to find there was nothing there. She gave the boy opposite her a reproachful look and said somewhat irritably:

"Wow, little brother's all done for now, he even dares to lie to his older sister."

"Tch, as if I haven't lied to you before."

Ron muttered to himself, while Fiona across from him raised her eyebrows and glared at him fiercely.

"What did you say, brat? Dare to say it again? Don't think you can talk to me like that just because you have connections. You should know this is my house. Believe me, I'll kick you out right now!"

"Hehe, just kidding, just kidding, senior, don't take it so seriously."

Ron chuckled awkwardly, but after he finished laughing, his eyes suddenly became audacious. His aggressive gaze swept over the girl's body, as if some kind of desire was about to erupt.

Fiona was startled by his gaze, thinking he was trying to bully her because of his power. Her previously assertive tone suddenly softened.

"It's getting late, I think you should go home early, you have class tomorrow."

"Senior, it's been so long since I've seen you, I've really missed you. How about I stay here tonight..."

Seeing his growing audacity, the girl finally lost her temper. Her expression immediately turned cold, and her tone was utterly devoid of emotion: "Get out!"

"Oh……"

Ron walked briskly out of the girl's room, and after hearing the door slam shut behind him, he stood outside and muttered to himself:

"Tch, just kidding."

He was indeed joking just now, after all, he had a lot of things to do, and if he continued chatting with the girl like this, he didn't know how long he would stay.

I was tormented quite a bit by that vice dean today.

Ron didn't want to waste any more time on this pointless thing, so he simply pretended to be about to take action.

Clearly, this method worked. At least he did come out now and was standing outside the door. No matter how much he knocked, there was no response from inside.

Ron shook his head and left the South District, feigning disappointment.

Inside the room, the girl stood by the window, watching the boy's feigned disappointment. She pouted, as if complaining, and said something only she could hear:

"Tch, little brat, do you think I can't tell? This ungrateful brat, he hasn't even said a few words to me and he's already trying to leave. I wonder which guy had the nerve to come and borrow magic stones from me when he didn't have any, and now that he's rich, he's not even willing to spend a little time on me, he's thinking about that white-haired little girl of his..."

The girl crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, cursing the boy who had already gone far away.

Ron, who was walking back to his dorm, suddenly sneezed.

"That's really strange. With my current constitution, how could I still catch a cold? It seems there's something special about this academy."

Thinking of this, he quickened his pace even more.

He seemed terrified that some unknown creature might emerge from the darkness and attack him, just like when he was being chased by those people before.

The familiar red moon hung quietly in the sky, its light shining on the boy in the woods.

It's as if it's been draped in a red robe, mysterious and alluring.