Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

As Ron listened to the exclamations around him, his consciousness gradually returned to his body. The familiar scene before his eyes made him relax his previously wary nerves. He took a deep breath and looked at the scenery outside the window of the New Red Tower:

The entire forest surrounding the Red Moon Tower was covered in pristine white snow, making the world seem like a pure white expanse.

He had forgotten that the various landscapes, whether green, black, red, or purple, had now disappeared from his sight.

Instead, there was only a vast expanse of white, boundless and endless.

"Mr. Latour, how long have I been asleep? And where is Ms. Seridwin? I don't remember her. I think she came back with us, right?"

Lang Ertu smiled slightly as he listened to the boy's voice beside him.

Instead of answering his question, she walked slowly to the window and pulled back the half-closed curtain completely. The huge French window appeared in front of the two of them. What could only be glimpsed through the cracks in the window before was now fully displayed in front of Ron.

Looking at that pure white world, it was like something out of a fairy tale.

A subtle thought crossed Ron's mind: If the old man isn't speaking, could it be that I'm still in the dream world?

Once this thought arose, it took root in his heart like an old tree, lingering there for a long time.

He recalled a movie he had seen in his past life called "Inception," and the dream-within-a-dream concept immediately reminded him of his own situation. A bad premonition rose in his heart again, and he turned his gaze to the old man beside him, who was staring out the window, trying to get the answer he wanted from the old man's face.

"Young man, instead of thinking about how to cultivate properly, you're just thinking about all sorts of nonsense."

Latour had been gazing out the window, admiring the rare, pristine white snowscape, but the look he received from the person beside him made him lose all interest in continuing to admire the view.

He turned to look at the boy beside him, his tone full of helplessness.

"Mr. Latour, it's not that I'm just imagining things. It's just that you've always made fun of me. As a mere wizard apprentice, being trained like this by you, it's only natural that my mind has become sensitive."

Ron looked at the old man with a similar sense of helplessness. He didn't really want to be suspicious and think about things that weren't right, but the old man's personality was really bad, and the scenery outside was completely different from what he had seen before entering the dream world, which naturally made him feel very confused.

To prevent himself from being manipulated by his future teacher.

He could only resort to this rather impolite method, otherwise he might end up in some unfamiliar girl's room again. Ron could almost picture the scene when he went back and saw his senior and Adele.

I'm sure I'll get another round of complaints.

"Sigh, old man, I'm really impressed with you. You usually seem pretty smart, but when it comes to women, your brain just goes blank like it's been eaten by a ghoul. If you're afraid those two girls will forget you when you get back, why don't you take a shower beforehand to get rid of that smell?"

Besides, you went to the dream world this time. You can't possibly bring things from the dream world into the real world. If that were really possible, then that male student in our academy would be incredibly lucky.

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The vice dean, Latu, looked at the boy in front of him, trying to gauge his thoughts, and couldn't help but complain.

"Alright, alright, I understand. Just tell me, are we really back at the academy now, and how long has this dream been going on?"

Upon hearing what the other person said, I immediately slapped my forehead, realizing how stupid I had been.

Indeed, as the other party said, how could one take things from the dream world seriously? How could one possibly have Miss Alice's scent on oneself?

Upon realizing this, Ron, who had been pondering how to explain things to Fiona and Adele, suddenly felt a little embarrassed and quickly changed the subject, asking about the thing he cared about most.

The old man seemed to see through Ron's little tricks. He glanced at the expressionless boy in front of him with a half-smile. Although he was somewhat moved, he did not show any unusual expression on his face. He muttered "boring".

He then began to answer the boy's questions:

"Don't you know that the most important thing for becoming a great wizard is patience? Because a great wizard must have a long lifespan, and during that long lifespan, there will inevitably be many things that require a long time to accomplish, and that requires patience..."

Listening to the old man's incessant rambling, Ron maintained his expressionless and aloof demeanor.

It wasn't that he didn't want to interrupt the other person, but simply that he knew that even if he spoke, the old man would find another angle to continue his "teachings".

I don't know if it was the old man's desire to be a teacher that got the better of him, but he always liked to find loopholes in his words and give him nominal instruction.

This kind of teaching is pretty useless.

However, to avoid being nagged by the old man all day, Ron decided to listen patiently.

Who else would spoil her if not her, since she's their nominal prospective teacher?

Time passed by, second by second. The snow outside the window was like ice that never melts. Even under the blazing sun, it showed no sign of melting. Its snow-white color, like ice crystals, was magnificent under the sunlight.

The vice dean's guidance session has come to an end.

But the old man seemed not to have finished speaking and reluctantly picked up a cup of tea from the table, taking a small sip to moisten his throat.

When Ron saw the other person's actions, his eye twitched. He remembered everything that had happened before, and those dead memories began to attack his soul again.

To prevent the old man from continuing his incessant rambling, the boy also picked up a cup of strong tea from the table, closed his eyes, and, like a warrior facing death, swallowed it in one gulp.

This tactic worked as expected. The vice-dean, who was about to say something more, stopped talking immediately after seeing his action, realizing the deeper meaning behind it.

She slightly pursed her lips, seemingly dissatisfied with his silent accusation.

However, seeing that the sun, which had been high in the sky outside the window, was now gradually moving eastward, he had no choice but to suppress his urge to continue lecturing and return to the original question:

"Alright, kid, stop trying to sow discord with me. Let's talk about something practical."