Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Early the next morning.

Ron got up before dawn and, by the dim moonlight, began his plans for the day.

He had breakfast in the cafeteria. This time, he didn't run into any "acquaintances" like he did yesterday. After a simple meal, he went to the Crimson Tower.

At that moment, someone was already standing at the gate waiting for him.

Her slender figure appeared somewhat graceful in the moonlight, and a few red glints flashed in her sapphire-like eyes, creating a unique kind of beauty.

"Hmm~ Mr. Narissis, what brings you here so early in the morning to look at the moon?"

Ron looked at the young man who was staring in his direction with some surprise, wondering why the other man was standing at the door so early in the morning: surely he wasn't waiting for him?

He thought to himself with a hint of amusement.

However, the next thing the other person said made him pause slightly: "Waiting for you."

These brief words, however, struck Ron like a thunderclap from a clear sky, stirring a ripple in his previously calm heart:

wait for me?

A bad feeling suddenly popped into his mind, and he looked at the young man opposite him with some fear in his eyes. Although the other party looked no different from a girl in any way, Ron considered himself a normal man and did not have any strange hobbies.

"Don't misunderstand. Uncle Snow asked me to wait for you here today. He said he has some things to do and can't take you to see Latour, so he asked me to take you instead."

When Naris saw the somewhat frightened look in Ron's eyes, he could easily guess what Ron was thinking. His face darkened immediately, and he said irritably.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the other person's words: at least it wasn't what he had thought.

"But I remember you were still..."

Then, looking at the aloof young man with his arms crossed over his chest, he tentatively asked.

"Phew~ I was reckless yesterday. I apologize to you here and hope you can forgive me and forget about that unpleasant thing."

Ron's words seemed to trigger some kind of switch in the other person. Naris took a deep breath, then closed his eyes and spoke in a slightly trembling voice.

In fact, given his original personality, he would never act like this in front of someone else.

However, after receiving painstaking guidance from his uncle yesterday, the young man suddenly realized that the person in front of him was now a completely different person, and he also realized how foolish his behavior had been yesterday. In order to avoid causing trouble for himself in the future, he could only lower his head and admit his mistake.

Although she was somewhat unwilling, the thought that she was apologizing to a disciple of a third-ring wizard made her feel much more relaxed.

Perhaps this is human nature: bowing to the weak always feels awkward, but bowing to the stronger becomes perfectly natural.

Ron stared blankly at the young man's head, which had been so proud before, now slightly lowered, wondering why the guy had changed so much.

However, since we are from the same college and will be interacting frequently in the future, there is no need for me to ruin the relationship since the other party is willing to back down.

With this thought in mind, he quickly reached out to help, saying somewhat insincerely:

"It's okay. If you hadn't said that, I would have forgotten about it long ago. You don't need to worry about it."

If Fiona were here, she would immediately see through Ron's lies and might even call him a "hypocritical man."

Unfortunately, only a few people witnessed this scene.

Among them was the old man standing atop the Crimson Tower, his wrinkled, withered hand stroking his long beard. His cloudy eyes, seemingly able to see the very essence of all things, were fixed on the two young men below, exchanging pleasantries. He murmured to himself in a voice only he could hear:

"This kid could be sent to the External Relations Department for some proper training; who knows, he might be able to find some allies for the academy in the future?"

Of course, Ron, who was standing in front of the Crimson Tower, was completely unaware of this scene.

He was now following Narissis into the interior of Usta, and then up the spiral staircase to the room filled with the tragic memories of yesterday.

The moment he entered the room, he noticed the hunched and emaciated old man in front of him.

"Lord Latour."

Naris, who was walking ahead of Ron, also saw this scene. He slowly bowed slightly in the direction of the old man and called out.

Latour, as if suddenly awakened from a nap by the young man's words, squinted his aged eyes at the two people before him and mumbled indistinctly:

"Ah, you're here. Well, you can go now. I'll do a few experiments here by myself."

Although the old man didn't say any names, both of them understood who the other was referring to.

Naris nodded, then bent slightly and retreated towards the stairwell behind him.

After the young man left the room, only the old man and the young man remained. They looked at each other, staring at each other, not knowing what to do.

Ron was a little uneasy. After all, what happened yesterday had left a deep impression on him, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to handle it if they pulled the same trick again today.

Fortunately, the old man seemed to sense his worry and gently comforted him:

"Alright, kid, stop pretending. I'm a third-circle wizard, after all. Do you think you can hide your thoughts from me? But the reason I've invited you here today isn't to do experiments. It's just that I think you have some potential. And as I said, if you're going to be my lab assistant, I should at least give you some benefits, right?"

The old man's cloudy eyes looked at the seemingly shy boy in front of him with a half-smile, his tone full of mockery.

After hearing what the other person said, Ron immediately composed himself and asked the old man in front of him with humble eyes:

"Mr. Latour, I wonder what brings you here today? If you have any tasks for me, just tell me, and I will do my best to accomplish them."

"Heh, if I asked you to have a child with that little disciple of Salin, would you be willing?"

Ron originally thought that since he had said all that, no matter what the old man on the other side did, he wouldn't make things difficult for him today. But he was wrong. Not only did the other party make things difficult for him, but he also asked him to do "that kind of thing". Ron, who was a virgin in both his past and present lives, had no idea how to have a child.

"Looks like I'll have to make things difficult for my senior."

Ron thought with some pain in his heart that, without realizing it, a sad, thick barrier seemed to have appeared between him and his senior.

Wait, how did this old guy know about Fiona and me? Could it be... he was spying on me?

Upon realizing this, Ron was startled. His previously lowered eyes suddenly lifted slightly, and he gave the old man a strange look, his eyes filled with disbelief and a hint of disdain.

"You're dreaming, kid. And don't look at this old man like that, or I'll gouge your eyes out and make them into an alchemical bomb."

Ron chuckled awkwardly, then quickly lowered his head, not daring to look any further. He didn't want to gamble on whether what the old man in front of him was true or not; there was no benefit in winning, and if he lost, his eyes would really explode.

Seeing that he was no longer looking at him with that arrogant gaze, Latour immediately grunted twice and continued speaking:

"You'd really be suited to work in the external relations department; that old guy might even like you. As for how I found out about you and that girl, well, I could smell your femininity even before you came in. Why would I need to spy on you? Don't you know my status? Would I do something like that?"

"I was wrong, Mr. Latour."

As the saying goes, when you're about to be hit, stand up straight. Although I don't know if what the other person said is true or false, there's no need to investigate too much at this time. The old man is already showing me respect by explaining himself. If he continues to joke around, I'll definitely be the one who suffers in the end.

Since that's the case, I might as well just assume what the other person said is true. Anyway, my relationship with my senior is completely innocent, and I'm not afraid of being seen by others.

"Tch, still claiming to be innocent? I think your skin is as thick as that defensive magical artifact."