Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

I shook my head to banish the thought from my mind.

Anyway, he wouldn't go there again, and what happened afterward was none of his business. He had no interest in caring about other people's lives or deaths.

Good morning, Ron.

Adele walked in from outside and greeted Ron happily when she saw him still standing in the doorway.

"Ah, Adele, you've come."

Coming to his senses, he looked at the smiling girl in front of him and smiled back, saying, "Oh, right, here are the four magic stones I'm returning to you."

He took the prepared item out of his pocket and handed it to Adele across from him.

The girl readily accepted the small bag, without even looking at its contents, and immediately hid it in her sleeve right in front of him, not forgetting to say:

"Is the extra half a pill interest?"

Seeing this, Ron felt much more at ease, and it was precisely this kind of personality that made the two of them friends.

"Yes, I've taken up your time, so there should be some compensation."

Adele's eyebrows curved into a smile: "But I don't think this compensation is very sincere~"

"So what kind of compensation do you think would be considered sincere?"

"How about you treat me to a meal, in the cafeteria?" The girl's voice was light and gentle, and she looked at him with a hint of expectation.

"Let's do it another day. I have a lot of classes today, so I probably won't have time to have dinner with you." Ron shook his head helplessly, not understanding why everyone liked to drag others along for meals.

"Okay~"

Adele lowered her head, her once bright eyes now dimmed, and she silently walked to her seat, resting her head on the table, lost in thought.

Seeing this, he had no choice but to apologize to the girl in his heart.

After class.

The two were walking towards another classroom.

He looked at Adele, who had regained her energy, and found it somewhat amusing. She was just like a child, her emotions coming and going so quickly.

......

On the other side, in a dark swampy woodland, a group of figures dressed in black robes moved quickly through the area.

Suddenly, a tall, burly man walking in front asked the thin young man who seemed to be the leader of the group:

"Lord Velens, the academy has become aware of our actions. Should we halt the preparations here?"

"No need, just continue with the original plan."

"But......"

The thin young man glanced at the guy next to him who had spoken, and the guy immediately trembled and swallowed back the words he was about to say.

The group fell silent again, and only the faint sound of footsteps on the ground could be heard in the forest.

......

"I'm so glad so many of you have come to my class. I'm your teacher, Ansel Rowena!"

You may call me—Mentor Ansel.

"Alright, without further ado, let's begin the lesson."

In a public classroom made of dark gray marble, an elderly wizard stood on the podium, his voice hoarse and deep, which seemed out of place with his gentlemanly demeanor.

His entire face was covered with veins that were a mix of bluish-black and scarlet, like a tattoo, making him look like a demon from hell.

Yet he kept smiling, which gave people an indescribable sense of unease.

Ron sat at the back of the crowd, looking at Mr. Ansel on the stage, and suddenly remembered the scene when he had just arrived in this world a few days ago.

He was following his memory to register when he saw someone who looked like this gentleman.

This dealt a heavy blow to his pure heart, and now he felt nothing when he looked at this gentlemanly old man.

I've already adapted to the unique characteristics of this world.

After silently reflecting for a while, I pulled my wandering thoughts back and began to listen attentively to the old man's lecture on the podium:

"I'd like to know, do you understand anything about 'bloodlines'?"

Ansel seemed to be quite aware of what the trainees were thinking, and he started by asking everyone a question to get the ball rolling.

The room fell silent. No one answered the question. The old man seemed unhurried, quietly waiting for someone to give him an answer. The classroom, which had several hundred people, was instantly quiet, with only the soft breathing of the students echoing among them.

After a long while, someone finally raised their hand to signal.

A faint smile appeared on the old wizard's狰狞 face, and he nodded, indicating that the man could stand up and answer.

"Mentor Ansel, I believe that 'bloodline' is a kind of inheritance, an inheritance of a special power, which carries the greatness that a species can possess from its birth."

"Good idea. I believe you have the potential to become a great bloodline wizard."

The man's face flushed red, and he became excited, clenching his fist and raising it sharply as if he were in heat, nodding vigorously and shouting:

"I definitely will."

Ron got goosebumps watching this. He had thought that people his age at the academy were all quite mature, but he hadn't expected to find such a passionate young man.

He glanced at the other person's name on the panel: [Lancelot Gawain].

He's a remarkable person.

Seeing that the first person was not criticized but praised, those who were already eager to speak began to express their opinions.

He didn't participate; he just sat in his seat and listened quietly to everyone's remarks.

It must be said that once human wisdom is put together, it is not as simple as just adding things together.

A group of people shared their opinions, and just listening to them made him feel that he had gained a lot. No wonder the senior student emphasized the importance of elective courses to him. Isn't this much more interesting than Professor Robert's "reading"?

After listening to everyone's thoughts with a smile, Ansel on the stage finally spoke slowly and deliberately:

"I think what you said is all correct, but it's not comprehensive enough."

"Then, mentor, what do you think 'bloodline' should be?"

The moment the old wizard finished speaking, someone asked, their tone full of curiosity, as if they were eager to know the answer.

Ron looked in the direction of the voice, and the speaker was none other than the guy he remembered from before:

Lancelot Gawain.

Ansel ignored the other person's slightly impolite words and instead replied earnestly:

"Hmm~ In my opinion, bloodline is the inheritance of knowledge, the sedimentation of wisdom, and the objective carrier of truth."

"Of course, what you said about power is also true; after all, knowledge is power."

"The concept of bloodline has existed since the beginning of the world, since the very first rules of reproduction were established..."

Ron listened attentively to the lecture above, taking notes from time to time.

He didn't completely agree with that statement, but it was always good to write it down; who knows, it might give him some inspiration someday?

As for why he chose this course?

It was purely out of curiosity. After all, he had witnessed the power of that lady Lucia, as well as Adele, who seemed to have elven blood, by his side. It was hard for him not to feel the urge to investigate.

Moreover, after learning about the path of bloodline wizards from the book, he felt that this knowledge was inexplicably compatible with his own cheat ability.

It can not only explore information about bloodlines, but also provide ideas for improvement. At the same time, this path requires the fewest resources, is the most stable, and has the clearest future among all wizarding paths.

As long as you know what bloodline and rank it is, you can complete the advancement at the appropriate time.

Isn't this the path tailor-made for me?