Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Three days later, on a certain morning.

Ron looked at the girl in knight's attire in front of him and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

He wondered whether he was in a dream world or had traveled to another unfamiliar world.

Otherwise, how could the events of the past few days have been so strange and outrageous?

"Mr. Matthews, are you ready?"

"Heh...heh, Miss Alice, are you sure our target today is that dragon that lives in the castle?"

The boy listened to the girl's passionate voice and asked somewhat uncertainly.

After all, what the other party had told him before was quite unbelievable, and even made him feel like he was still dreaming.

A saintess saves the hero and defeats the dragon?

What kind of magical plot is this? Even if he wrote a novel in his past life, no one would dare to write something like this!

Ron was internally ranting, but he remained outwardly calm, continuing to observe the girl's expression, trying to find anything out of place.

The long golden hair draped behind the girl's head, the silver-white knight's uniform that wrapped around her beautiful body, the knight's sword in her hand, and the black cat perched on her shoulder—it all seemed so illogical.

But the people around him seemed to think it was perfectly normal.

"Mr. Matthews, please do not question Her Majesty's words. Although you are her honored guest and a key force on our mission, if you continue like this, we may have to do something impolite."

Before Alice could speak, the group of people standing behind her began to stir, each staring fiercely at Ron standing next to the girl, their tone stern as if they themselves had been offended.

"Berent, do not be rude to Mr. Matthews. Remember, he is our honored guest, and also an envoy sent by the goddess of fate."

Upon hearing her attendant's words, Alice immediately turned to look at him and warned him solemnly.

Then he turned to Ron and said apologetically:

"Mr. Matthews, I apologize on behalf of my friends. They're just a little uncomfortable with strangers right now. They'll get used to it in a few days."

In Alice's eyes, Mr. Matthews was the channel through which they explored the outside world. Without the boy's guidance, it would have taken them a long time to reconnect with the outside world. Therefore, she would never allow her friends to be rude to him at this time.

Ron waved his hand and smiled nonchalantly, but inwardly he was already starting to complain like crazy:

What kind of fate has this? What kind of world have I ended up in? This is so unlucky. I don't even know where that old guy Latour put me. Is this still a dream world?

A host of doubts arose in his mind, but he maintained a basic smile on his face:

"Miss Alice, it's alright. I understand Mr. Berent and the others' respect for you. However, I do want to know what we should do next, and what role I play in this incident. If I don't figure these things out, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to continue working with you."

Just a few days ago, the girl in front of him seemed to be alone, but this morning, everything suddenly changed. (Exploring masterpieces of fantasy novels...)

Ron originally thought that his physical injuries and the damage to his mental sea would take a long time to recover.

But in just three days, he fully recovered to his previous peak condition.

Although he didn't understand the underlying principles, he didn't have time to think about those things carefully, given his current situation.

Just that morning, while he was pondering how to return to his original world, this girl named Alice suddenly changed her attitude, as if she were a completely different person. She suddenly rushed into the room where he had been lying for three days, dragged him out of bed, and then called him outside.

Then all these things happened.

Ron was still somewhat bewildered, not understanding what had happened, but a bad feeling was rising in his heart:

It was an almost instinctive, primal perception of danger or coincidence.

very familiar.

Upon hearing his words, a look of confusion flashed across the girl's face at first, then she suddenly seemed to understand something, slowly exhaled, and answered his question in a calm and firm tone:

"Mr. Matthews, I've already told you the details before. As for what role you play in our team in this incident, I don't really know. It's all fate's arrangement. We just need to follow orders."

Is this another twist of fate?

As some listened to the other person's words, memories of their past experiences in Nur's City flashed through their minds, and their sense of foreboding grew stronger.

However, looking at the tall, imposing figures opposite him, and the deadly threat emanating from the girl in front of him, he chose to remain silent. At least at this moment, he understood that he should compromise.

Alice Solerlint Fez

[Age: 3 days/--]

[Attributes: Constitution 0-25.77, Spirit 0-35.11]

[Strength: Ordinary Person - First-Ring Wizard]

[Pollution level: Physical 0-36.66%, Mental 0-35.11]

[Comment: Dreams are truly wondrous places. They encompass everything and are omnipotent. They seem extremely fleeting yet also incredibly long. In this world, time and space seem to have lost their power. All the fundamental laws of matter and the universe do not apply here. Dream creatures…]

[The following measures are recommended to reduce mental pollution.]

[Option 1: Contaminate the dream creator as soon as possible; Option 2: ......]

That's right, this is the other party's panel information.

In Ron's view, this was simply abnormal. He had never heard of or seen anything like it before, that a person's strength and level of contamination could fluctuate so much.

However, judging from that evaluation, he can make a rough estimate of his current situation.

At least he could understand that he was most likely still in a dream space, and the other party's extremely short lifespan seemed to confirm that this was a dream that belonged to him.

However, some of these explanations don't quite make sense.

After all, Ron himself was in a dream world, so logically he shouldn't be dreaming. Therefore, his guess seemed to fall apart.

However, the three-day lifespan indicated on the other party's panel made him unsure of his own thoughts.