Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Ron listened to the old man's words, feeling somewhat helpless, but on the surface he still pretended that nothing had happened.

The boy's bewildered expression made Latu shake his head, not understanding why he had taken on such a disciple.

That's right, he's a disciple.

Although he is called an experimental assistant, according to the custom of the Crimson Moon Tower, being arranged to be an experimental assistant usually means that he will take the boy as his disciple. As for why there is such an extra step, it is because when both parties are still in the acquaintance stage, having a transitional identity can help them get to know each other better.

The same principle applies to romantic relationships between men and women.

However, Latour had no intention of explaining to the above, since some things lose their original purpose if they are said out loud.

"Alright, the reason I called you here today is to talk to you about what happens after you freshmen pass the freshman assessment. After all, once you pass the assessment, you're no longer freshmen and are now official students of the academy. There are some rules and future study arrangements that need to be communicated to you in advance."

Ron listened attentively to what the other person was saying. He knew about these things from Fiona, but while he knew them, he didn't know the specific details.

After all, he hadn't had much time to focus on those things in order to prepare for the freshman assessment. Now that the vice dean was there to answer his questions, it was much better than him searching for information in the library on his own.

"When the Dean established the Red Moon Tower, he stipulated that each class of students would have a ten-year training plan, which means that a training program would be developed every ten years and the students would have to implement it."

"It does sound somewhat similar to something from my past life."

The thought flashed through Ron's mind, but he continued listening to the old man opposite him:

"Your first ten-year training plan was developed by me and several other vice deans because the dean is in seclusion for many years. Compared with the previous years, there are some changes due to some special reasons, but overall it is not too different from the previous years."

"A special... reason?"

Ron keenly caught the details in the old man's words and immediately raised a question.

"That's right, there are special reasons, but we can't tell you about it yet. We'll have to ask the Dean for his opinion after he comes out of seclusion before we can inform the rest of the academy."

Ron nodded, indicating that he understood.

Although I was indeed curious about the reason for this particular incident, I knew that if the other party wouldn't say, there must be a reason. If I kept pressing them for details, it would only make me seem unreasonable.

Seeing that he had no more doubts, the old man continued:

"The so-called first ten-year training program is basically about letting you find your own path in the future, and then everything depends on yourselves. If you don't understand something, you can ask your mentors, and they will help you in this regard."

Ten years from now, you will face a competition with other colleges. The winners will naturally begin their second ten-year training program, and as for the losers, you can probably guess, so I won't elaborate.

Upon hearing this, Ron felt both fear and excitement.

After all, he believed that he had the cheat code of the detection panel, which gave him a huge advantage over others. Moreover, if he relied on himself, he wouldn't have to worry about his secrets being exposed to the old man in front of him.

To be honest, he had been worried about this issue before, since the person standing opposite him was a third-ring wizard. If he showed even the slightest weakness, his secrets might be revealed to the other party.

Although the person in front of him seemed somewhat "approachable" based on previous interactions, the extent of his contact with him and his true character remained to be seen over time. Moreover, even if he knew the other person's true appearance, he would never reveal his biggest secret to outsiders.

Because in this world, no one but yourself can keep your secret.

Even with your closest loved ones, there is still a risk of leaks. You can never know if there are other ways in this world to extract these codes from the other person.

In Ron's view, placing hope in others is the most foolish thing to do.

"Why are you daydreaming? Worried about failing? I'm telling you young people, you're always thinking about nonsense. Instead of worrying about the uncertain future, you should cherish every moment. As a wizard, you don't even have this most basic awareness..."

Latour stared at Ron, who was in a daze, not understanding why the other man had suddenly become like this.

Moreover, the psychological state that the other party had previously revealed to him was now as if it had been blocked by something, making it impossible for him to perceive it anymore.

The old man looked at the boy in front of him, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it and began to lecture him in a lecturing tone.

As Ron heard the words beside him, all the thoughts in his mind vanished instantly.

It was as if he had returned to a past life, back when he was sitting in a classroom, listening to the teacher's lecture from the podium, and he fell into an eerie silence.

I don't know how to start a conversation, or even if I should speak at all.

This strange atmosphere persisted throughout the room until the old man felt a slight thirst in his mouth, at which point it stopped.

A cup of tea, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, slowly floated in front of Latour. He sipped the tea, glanced at the water above, pointed to the floating cup, and asked:

"Want to give it a try?"

"certainly."

Ron agreed without hesitation. After all, he had been standing there roasting for half a day and was quite thirsty. He really wanted a drink of water, and since the other party was a third-ring wizard, the tea he was drinking must be of good quality. There was no reason for him not to accept it.

Latour, on the other hand, seemed to have anticipated his words. With a blank expression, he simply reached out and another cup appeared in front of Ron.

After glancing at the old man sipping tea and confirming that it was for him, Ron immediately took it in his hand and gently blew on it.

"Gulp~"

He swallowed the entire cup of tea.

The expected magical feeling did not appear. Ron smacked his lips, as if trying to savor some different flavor.

However, he ultimately failed.

Seeing Latour still slowly sipping his tea, he asked with some curiosity, "Mr. Latour, what kind of tea is this?"

"These wild tea leaves were just picked in the woods yesterday. They're very fresh, and they taste great, don't they?"

The old man's voice had an indescribable quality; it was very soft and faint, like... like the cup of tea in his hand. The taste was like clear water, yet it carried an unusual feeling. He didn't know where this feeling came from, but it was definitely there.

"I thought the tea you drank was some kind of magical plant or treasure."

"Heh, I wouldn't have given you that kind of thing to drink."

Ron's face darkened. Although he knew the other person was saying that his body couldn't handle the energy contained in the magical plant, the words sounded strange no matter how you looked at it.

"If Mr. Latour has nothing else, I'll head back now. I have some other things to do today."

"Don't rush, sit down for a while. Aren't you thirsty? I'll pour you another cup of tea."

Before he could refuse, a steaming cup of tea, exactly the same as before, appeared in front of Ron.

Not understanding what Mr. Latour wanted to do, but considering that he was currently on the other party's territory and facing a third-circle wizard, and that there was really nothing for the other party to covet, he calmly accepted the cup floating in mid-air and then drank the tea in one gulp.

"Then I'll go first..."

Ron was just about to say he was leaving when he suddenly felt the world spin before his eyes, and then...

"thump!"

He collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"Hehe, the little guy just isn't very wary. Sweet dreams!"