Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

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"Okay, then you can go back now. We'll come find you if anything comes up later."

"Okay, thank you, ladies and gentlemen."

The assembled wizards watched the boy's departing figure, their eyes flickering, their thoughts unknown.

"Augustus, do you think this little fellow is truly gifted and has earned Lord Latour's favor?"

Just as Augustus was watching Ron's departing figure, a young figure leaned close to him and whispered something in his ear.

The man turned to look at the familiar face beside him, speechless. How dare the other person discuss the vice dean's affairs in public?

Even after Lord Latour had just reprimanded his own party members.

However, he also knew that this guy had an equally powerful background, so naturally he didn't need to be as afraid of the vice-dean as they were. Looking at the boy's youthful face and curious, bright eyes, Augustus could only helplessly rub his forehead and reply:

"Grosvin, how would I know what Lord Latour is thinking? How could we possibly fathom the thoughts of someone like him? Let's not be too ambitious. Let's focus on our work, diligently conduct this experiment, and strive for the opportunity to advance to the second circle of wizards."

He shook off the young man who was clinging to his shoulder and patted his arm as if he were disgusted.

The young man named Grosven stared at his actions, his eyes widening in disbelief. His expression was like that of a wronged and heartbroken wife abandoned by her husband. He pointed at Augustus, his tone carrying a hint of accusation.

"You Augustus, you weren't like this to me before. Now that you see that little fellow is handsome and is Lord Latour's disciple, you've fallen for him, haven't you? You don't want to be with me anymore, do you? I knew it! No man is any good."

As they spoke, the other person even wiped away non-existent tears from their face with both hands.

His appearance caused the surrounding professional wizards, who were all watching the spectacle, to widen their eyes. They cast strange glances at Augustus, who was standing in front of the young man, as if he were a scumbag.

Augustus felt extremely uncomfortable under the gazes of these people, but he dared not say anything to the young man sitting on the ground. After all, the young man's backing was much stronger than that of the little guy from before. If he dared to make a move or say anything now, he might lose a tongue or an arm tonight.

With this thought in mind, he could only helplessly watch the young man who was throwing a tantrum on the ground.

As for what the other party said about Mianmian before and now falling in love with someone else, it's all nonsense. How could a man like him fall in love with another man?

What else could it be but a pervert?

However, looking at the other party's current appearance and the curious, disdainful, and contemptuous gazes of the people around him, he could only grit his teeth and take the blame.

A true wizard always understands one word:

"Tolerate".

No matter what difficulties you face, as long as there is a chance to save your life, you must endure even the greatest humiliation. Only by living and preserving your life can you talk about hope and the possibility of revenge.

Augustus now harbored this mindset, silently enduring the gazes from all around him.

"Once I become a second-circle wizard, once I advance in rank, none of you will be able to escape..."

The man's resolve hardened, and his gaze subtly swept across the directions from which the onlookers were coming, memorizing the faces of all those watching the spectacle and sketching them one by one in his little notebook.

Of course, aside from Grosven, who was still throwing a tantrum in front of him, even if he became a second-ring wizard, he probably wouldn't get the better of him given Grosven's background and identity.

As a wizard, one must naturally have the ability to assess situations and make judgments:

Some things can't be solved just because you try hard and succeed. There will always be people who are more successful and work harder than you, and these are the people you can never solve.

When Ron returned to his dorm and closed the door, he lay down on his bed, took a deep breath, and began to recall what had just happened.

The scenes of the assassination attempt flashed through his mind.

If I hadn't dodged in time, if I had noticed it any later, if I hadn't detected that strange fluctuation of mental energy... would I be dead here today? If I died, would no one care about this anymore? What would my senior and Adele think if I died?

Countless questions arose in his mind, one after another, each encompassing the next.

Even while lying in bed, the boy's eyes remained wide open, staring blankly at the wooden ceiling.

Having lived in this world for so long, to be honest, I haven't faced many life-or-death crises.

Of course, this is in comparison to those who constantly take on dangerous missions from the academy, walking the line between life and death. The boar mutation in the Corrosive Swamp; the assassination attempt on the night they returned to the academy; the assassination attempt in the room after obtaining the inheritance in Nurs City...

Scenes from the past began to surface in his mind.

Those repeated surges of adrenaline and the expansion of blood vessels made his memories clear and vivid.

After all, if a person encounters a life-or-death crisis in their life, it will probably be unforgettable. And Ron has encountered such life-or-death crises since he came to this world. The number of times is neither too many nor too few.

The vast majority of these stemmed from the boar mutation that occurred in the initial Corrosive Swamp. Since then, a mastermind has appeared in his life.

This disrupted his original cultivation rhythm, so this indirect urging gave him many opportunities.

However, there are some things that you can't say bring you benefits; they are not necessarily a good thing. At least in essence, the other party is malicious, or even continuously targeting you.

I did nothing wrong, yet I suffered this undeserved calamity.

I thought that becoming Lord Latour's disciple would make him more restrained, but he has gone further and further than ever before.

The first time it was a mid-level wizard apprentice, the second time it was three mid-level wizard apprentices, and this time it was a high-level warrior apprentice, or even a high-level wizard apprentice who was only slightly inferior to Mr. Robert.

The other party is clearly trying to kill me.

This time I failed, but what about next time? Will I be so lucky next time? Will the enemy send just another high-level wizard apprentice next time?