Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

After class.

Ron returned to his dormitory and, taking advantage of the early hour, began to review his lessons for the day.

He waited until the sun set and the red moon rose before putting down his book, gazing at the moonlight outside the window, and then going to bed to begin his meditation for the day.

A week passed by in the blink of an eye.

Nothing major happened during that time, but more and more people started discussing what happened to him in the Corrosive Swamp that day.

Numerous rumors were rampant, and he felt a vague sense of unease.

I have a feeling that this matter is not as simple as it seems on the surface, otherwise, something as trivial as a few dozen magic stones would not have caused such a stir.

His intuition told him that there seemed to be some huge conspiracy hidden behind this, but it had not yet surfaced.

As more and more people believed the rumors and went to the Corrupted Forest, Ron's ominous premonition grew stronger.

Until this day, an unexpected person came to his class.

Who is Ron Seraphim?

Three figures dressed in black robes with red cloud patterns stood at the door, their cold, hard voices echoing throughout the classroom.

Robert, who was in the middle of class, paused slightly, looked at the newcomers, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Why are they here? Are they looking for that kid?"

"I am."

Seeing the classroom fall silent, Ron thought for a moment and, since he couldn't escape, he simply stood up and admitted his identity.

Seeing this, the three compared the information in their hands, and then the leader spoke:

"Come with us."

Their tone was just like the way police officers arrested criminals in their past lives, except they didn't make any extra movements. They just stood there quietly, waiting for the boy to catch up.

At this moment, Robert, who had been silent until now, spoke up and asked:

"Gentlemen, something has happened to my student, and you're calling in your patrol department?"

"Mr. Robert, please understand, we cannot disclose any information to outsiders until the matter is resolved."

After staring at the group of people in front of him for a while, the middle-aged man finally looked away and turned his gaze back to Ron beside him, nodding:

"Go."

"Thank you for your help." After saying that, he bowed deeply to the other party, and then left with the three people who were already sweating profusely.

The mental pressure exerted by a high-level wizard apprentice, especially one at their limit, is something these three people cannot withstand.

"Hey, what did Ron do? Why are all the police officers from the patrol office here today?"

"I don't know, but I've heard that those guys in black robes are not to be trifled with. Once they've set their sights on someone, very few of them manage to escape unscathed."

"Oh no, Ron has really messed up this time!"

Whether he's caused trouble or not, it's certain he's going to suffer.

As soon as the four left, the classroom became lively, with everyone chattering about what he would encounter next.

Of course, not everyone was just watching the spectacle.

Adele, sitting in the front row of the classroom, watched the direction they left in, her eyes filled with worry and her expression hesitant, as if she were making some kind of decision.

"Quiet."

Just as the classroom was getting more and more lively, Robert's serious voice rang in everyone's ears.

This was the first time anyone had seen such a change in the substitute tutor's tone, so they all shut their mouths and dared not make a sound.

"Continue the lesson."

As if nothing had happened, the classroom returned to its usual state.

......

Following behind the three men in black robes, Ron used his detection panel on the group ahead, and a series of information appeared in his eyes:

Lord Doyle

Age: 32/94

[Attributes: Constitution 1.8, Spirit 6.1]

[Strength: Intermediate Wizard Apprentice]

......

The remaining two were both novice wizard apprentices, only their mental strength was slightly higher than his.

"May I ask why you contacted me?"

He had only asked casually, not expecting to get any answers from the three men. However, to his surprise, the leader, a man in black robes named Lowens, actually answered his question:

"A large number of students have disappeared from the Corrosive Swamp in the past few days, and they all have one thing in common: they went there because of you."

"really."

He sensed something was off the day after he returned from that mission when he heard his classmates talking about it.

As things escalated over the past few days, he became increasingly certain that something fishy was going on.

As he expected, he was "caught" today.

"Sigh, I should have never gone to sell them."

As for what to sell, it was naturally that fake news. At this moment, he felt a little regretful.

But he also knew that even if he hadn't sold the information that day, someone would have spread it out quietly the next day; it was just a matter of time.

"The most urgent task is to find a way to clear myself of suspicion."

As Ron walked, he pondered his next move.

Before long, the group stood in front of a somewhat gloomy-looking building; this was the academy's patrol hall.

"Keep up."

Lowens said something to the young man behind them, then stepped into the building first, followed closely by the other two.

They didn't seem worried at all that he might run away, though of course, he had no intention of doing so.

"Phew~"

He took a deep breath and solemnly entered this place, a place he was visiting for the first time in both his past and present lives.

......

"Name."

"Ron Seraphim".

"age."

"15".

Sitting in the interrogation room, Ron answered the questions from the person in front of him one by one. He found that the atmosphere here was much more relaxed than he had imagined.

There were neither handcuffs nor glaring lights.

The steaming tea on the table and the magical light bulb overhead that illuminated the entire room were vastly different from what he had imagined an interrogation room to be like.

The only things that surprised him were the Mirror of Truth, which he couldn't see, and the miniature magic limiter on the wall.

【Mirror of Truth】

[Rank: Zero Ring]

[Pollution level: +0.001/day (user)]

[Evaluation: A functional magical artifact produced by the Tower of the Red Moon, capable of discerning the truthfulness of words based on the user's mental fluctuations and physical abnormalities.]

The following improvements are recommended.

Option 1: Add a Spiritual Particle Capture Rune to the Central Gathering Rune...

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Miniature Magic Limiter

[Rank: Zero Ring]

[Pollution level: +0.001/day (organisms within the area)]

[Evaluation: A functional magical artifact produced by the Tower of the Red Moon, containing a complex anti-magic array that can block the flow of magic within the bodies of creatures under its coverage.]

The following improvements are recommended.

Option 1: Add an external magic particle interference array...

Do you know what you've done wrong?

"have no idea."

The wizard in charge of the interrogation turned the mirror around, his face expressionless, and said indifferently, "Tell the truth."

Ron looked at himself in the mirror, his whole body flashing red light.

His eyes flickered, but he ultimately chose to tell the "truth":

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have sold it."

"..."