Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Just as Ron realized that the person in front of him was the very person he knew—the Vice Dean of the Red Moon Tower—the old man, who had been lying before them with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

What kind of eyes were those?

Everyone, including Ron, was captivated by those eyes; no one could find the words to describe what they saw—the old man's eyes.

Turbid, aged, weary yet full of wisdom and intelligence, erudition, and eyes that see through to the soul.

Countless opposing words were mixed in those eyes, and Ron felt that no words could be used to describe the old man's eyes.

Just as he was staring blankly at those eyes, the old man's gaze turned towards the boy.

Then...

To everyone's surprise, the old man, who was expected to ask some questions or remain silent, revealed a strange smile the moment he saw Ron.

Lorne felt a chill run down his spine from that smile, but quickly snapped back to reality by looking into the other man's eyes. He wondered what this guy was thinking.

Seridwin also looked at the old man and Lorne, his dark green pupils flashing with an unusual light, as if he were deep in thought.

Alice, Triss the dragon, and the others looked at each other blankly, not understanding what had happened. The divine messenger and the hero seemed to know each other, but judging from their previous tone, that possibility should not have existed.

Unable to figure it out, they turned their attention to Ron, wanting to see what the divine messenger would do next.

Ron felt all eyes on him and the old man in front of him. Although he wanted to tell them that he didn't know the old man at all, he knew that they wouldn't believe him if he said that, given their curious looks.

He sighed inwardly, then stopped avoiding the old man's gaze. The instant their eyes met in mid-air, an aged voice reached everyone's ears:

"Shh~~!"

The old man, who had expected the boy to say something, looked at the boy's face and, instead of saying anything, simply whistled.

Upon hearing the old man's commotion, everyone's faces darkened, and their eyes twitched uncontrollably.

The dragon Triss couldn't help but directly question:

"Latour, what the hell are you doing? I thought you would be different after you woke up, but you're still the same."

Tristris was truly surprised. He thought the hero's consciousness had returned to normal, but he was still so crazy, even more outrageous than before. He started to target male animals instead of female animals.

Alice stared in disbelief at the hero the god spoke of, unable to reconcile him with the handsome young man she had imagined in her subconscious.

His sapphire-blue eyes glanced in Ron's direction for a moment, then he nodded slightly.

This is what a true hero should look like.

That old man is definitely not the Hero. That must be Triss lying to me. It's one thing to enjoy toying with humans, but I never expected her tastes to be so unique. She doesn't like young people, but prefers old guys who can barely walk. Is this a taste unique to the immortal race?

Thoughts flashed through the girl's mind, only to be extinguished by her.

In the end, only one thought remained: the old man in front of me was definitely not the hero I was looking for; it must be that wretched dragon Tris deceiving me.

Therefore, there is no doubt that the subconscious mind can sometimes influence a person's judgment.

Just as Alice was about to question the dragon before her, the old man who had been lying on the ground suddenly sat up, walked to Ron, and asked softly:

"How was the dream, little one? Did you enjoy it?"

Ron listened to the other person's words without speaking. His eyes had already lost focus and their former brilliance when he heard the old man's whistle earlier.

This wasn't because the other party used any underhanded methods; it was simply because that whistle contained too much meaning.

All sorts of knowledge, big or small, many or few, black or white, flooded into his mind at once, leaving him momentarily stunned and thus unable to hear the old man's words.

Seridwin, who had been perched on Alice's shoulder, suddenly jumped off the girl, then slowly walked to the old man, prostrated himself on the ground, and said respectfully:

"Mr. Latour, good day. I, Selidewin Artemis, extend my sincerest greetings to you."

"Good day, beautiful Miss Celestine. It's a pleasure to see you here. It seems you've done a good job with the task I gave you. As a result, when we return, I'll have the opportunity to have you serve as a guest lecturer at our academy. Would you be willing?"

Upon hearing this, Seredwin's jet-black cat-like face immediately lit up with excitement. He suddenly raised his head, which had been lying on the ground, and looked intently at the smiling old man standing before him. His tone was filled with disbelief and suppressed excitement:

"Is this true? Didn't you say that I would need to be evaluated for a period of time before I could join your academy?"

Upon hearing the Moon Lady's magnetic voice, Latour's face broke into a mysterious smile. His gaze remained fixed on the dazed Ron, his eyes unwavering, fixed solely on the black cat lying before him. He spoke in a flat tone:

"Hehe, this is just a negligible prerequisite. You should know that some things can often be solved with just a word, while others cannot be solved even if a person spends a lifetime on them. For me, hiring a visiting professor for the college is not a difficult task. You just need to answer whether I want to or not."

"Everyone, of course I'd love to, I couldn't be happier."

There was no longer the slightest hesitation on Seridwin's face. His expression was resolute, and his eyes were firm as he looked at the old man in front of him. He nodded quickly.

I was afraid that if I spoke too slowly, the other person would take back what they said.

"Alright, after this kid returns to the academy, come to my office, and I'll teach you the specific procedures..."