Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Follow the pen of Naihe Taibolu and embark on an adventure in Cola Novels titled "The Wizard: The Detective Panel Keeps Me Pure".

Having extinguished the little thought that had just arisen in his mind, Ron took a deep breath, and then a pair of fiery wings sprouted from his back. With a gentle flap, he shot out like an arrow and hung behind the group.

Upon entering the castle, I was immediately greeted by magnificent jewels and dazzling gold coins.

His eyes were instantly filled with those stones that shone with dazzling light.

"As expected of a dragon, even after being imprisoned by us for so many years, its greedy nature has never changed."

Alice also witnessed this scene, and she couldn't help but criticize the dragon she had never seen before.

Her eyes were fixed on the immense wealth before her, comparable to the entire kingdom. Her throat bobbed, and she cursed the evil dragon's greed, but the expression on her face betrayed her true thoughts.

Someone, seeing the undisguised greed on the other person's face, muttered to themselves:

You're not much better than them.

Just as he was thinking about these things, Alice waved her hand and directly ordered the rough men standing behind her:

"Let's all work together and move all these things back. Good days are coming for our village."

Hearing the other person's words, Ron felt a sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen this scene somewhere before. It was a very ordinary sentence, but it sounded different coming from the girl's mouth.

But the others had no time to care about Ron's thoughts. Upon hearing Alice's words, Berent and the others standing behind you, their faces filled with greed, roared and charged towards the gold and silver treasures scattered across the mountains like monkeys in heat.

"Wuhu, Wuhu, for the village!!!"

"Long live Miss Alice! Long live understanding!"

"Defeat the dragon and reclaim our treasure!!!"

The chaotic shouts coming from the side made Ron's already somewhat complicated mood even more strange.

He didn't know why, but these guys always kept saying some strange words.

These inexplicable words, however, reminded him of his past life memories, all of which were so abstract and so absurd.

The Moon Lady, Seridwin, who had been perched on Alice's shoulder, seemed completely unfazed. In his view, strange things were bound to appear in the dream world, so this was nothing unusual.

His dark green, vertical pupils widened slightly, glancing in Ron's direction:

"That kid's dream is quite peculiar. I wonder what kind of nonsense he's thinking about all day long. Sigh, when will I be as lucky as him and become that person's student?"

Indeed, before entering this dream world, Vice Dean Latour had already explained the pros and cons to the lady.

In particular, he told him that the dream was something Ron had imagined.

Only Ron can escape this dream; she can only help in times of crisis.

Upon realizing this, Saridwin, who had been feeling somewhat bored, immediately became serious, his dark green cat eyes constantly scanning his surroundings in case of sudden danger.

Just as Ron was lost in thought, a huge, loud, yet somewhat shrill roar resounded throughout the castle, filling everyone's ears:

"roar!!!"

Before they could even react, they saw a massive, sky-covering figure rushing toward them. Huge wings flapped behind it, but the houses prevented it from taking flight; they only served as a boost.

Its streamlined body was covered in scales, and its fierce fur and sharp dragon claws all demonstrated the immense power of this being.

As soon as it reached the group, the giant dragon, steeped in Western mythology, swept its tail, and amidst the gold and silver treasures scattered across the mountains and fields, it roared as it repelled the others.

"Damn humans! How could you be so greedy as to dare to plunder the treasures of the great dragon Triss Terranoris Aet Loki (300 words omitted here)...? I think you'll stay here today!"

The other party's words were domineering and sharp, but their tone carried a hint of coquettishness.

It's like a little girl being coquettish with you; although the voice is a bit rough, the delicate female voice is exceptionally clear.

Ron had no interest in the other party's name, which was hundreds of words long. He looked at the black dragon that appeared in front of them with some surprise. The other party's voice sounded like that of a girl next door, with a strange silliness in its tone.

[Triss Terranoris Ete Loki...]

[Age: 3 days/--]

[Attributes: Constitution 0-49.77, Spirit 0-28.91]

[Strength: Ordinary Person - First-Ring Wizard]

[Pollution level: Physical 0-89.66%, Mental 0-28.91]

[Evaluation: A magical creature existing in ancient legends, the great Holy Spirit King, the first warrior under the angels, an existence capable of contending with the legendary phoenix, the favorite research subject of great wizards, known as the leader of all living beings, a natural-born being with top-tier magic and physique. Unfortunately, the dream dragon, a manifestation of dreams, can only be like a dream, a fleeting moment...]

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

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

While Ron was checking the other party's information panel, Alice, standing next to him, couldn't help but launch the first attack on the dragon:

"Triss, you have committed countless evils, shamelessly plundering our treasures. That's bad enough, but you even dared to defy the gods' command to abduct the hero. The great gods have sent their messengers to lead us to punish you. Today is destined to be your death day."

Hearing the girl's words, the black dragon that stood before them like a towering city wall lowered its proud head slightly, its eyes looking down at the crowd below. In an instant, its gaze settled on Ron:

"Are you saying this handsome gentleman is a divine messenger sent by the gods, or specifically dispatched to punish me?"

"Not bad, scared now? If you're scared, hand over your treasure—oh no, hand over your treasure and that hero. Perhaps the divine messenger will spare you out of our sake."

Upon hearing the words of the dragon from its previous life, Alice couldn't help but puff out her chest. Finally, she looked up at the black dragon with haughty pride, her tone no longer as composed as before, but rather somewhat childish.