Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

"This is not a place for jokes, be serious."

The two people in front of him showed no change in expression, coldly looking into his eyes as they spoke, word by word.

"I'm not kidding, senior. I really realize my mistake. I shouldn't have sold false information in the college."

"..."

The solemn atmosphere of the interrogation room was completely shattered by these words.

There was a moment of silence in the room. The two people opposite glanced at the information on the truth mirror, and after confirming that the boy was not lying, they continued to ask:

"Restate the information you sold to them."

Hearing this, Ron knew he had barely passed this hurdle and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he recounted the news he had given to those people in the office mission area:

"I had just returned from a mission that day..."

Time slipped away second by second in this unhurried narration.

Finally, after a series of dramatic events, the two interrogators managed to figure out the whole story.

In short, this "lucky" kid made a fortune, and when someone asked him about it out of curiosity, he took the opportunity to become an information broker and sold the information, which led to what happened next.

Knowing this, the following steps are much simpler:

Was the information given to them true or false?

It's true.

"Were there any external personnel involved?"

"no."

"Do monsters really exist?"

"It exists; I saw it with my own eyes."

"Did you collude with outsiders to harm people within the academy?"

"no."

After asking all the questions, it was already close to afternoon. Fortunately, the management here was relatively humane, and there was no practice of torture or abuse of prisoners.

After obtaining the information they wanted, the two men said "wait for the investigation results" and left the interrogation room, leaving him alone.

During that time, someone also brought me lunch.

As Ron ate the familiar rat meat, his mind raced, contemplating what might happen next.

"Sigh, I hope things will get resolved soon."

After all, being locked up here indefinitely isn't a good thing. I don't know how many classes I'll miss, and those are all magic stones!

As for whether or not the instructor asked for leave...

Are you kidding me? They probably wish the students would just stop attending classes after paying their magic stones. They get paid and don't have to waste time on lessons that are meaningless to them. For the official wizards who are teaching, that's a reward.

This is evident in Robert; he is punctual for get out of class, rarely seen, and simply reads from the book during lectures, clearly not wanting to waste any brain cells on it.

If it weren't for the academy's strict regulations that require advanced wizard apprentices to substitute for full-fledged wizards, and full-fledged wizards to offer one elective course each year...

In addition to the substantial financial subsidies, Ron and his fellow freshmen will likely have to do experiments for their mentors and perform manual labor, much like wizard apprentices in ancient times, in order to gain knowledge.

After finishing my lunch, I shook off all those random thoughts from my head.

Close your eyes and begin to meditate.

Since there's no real solution, I should focus on improving myself first. Even if it doesn't lead to any positive turn of events, it certainly won't go wrong.

Three days passed in this way, but they still hadn't been released.

Just when he thought he would have to stay like this for another ten days or so, the door to the interrogation room was opened.

He initially thought it was someone bringing him food like before, but to his surprise, this time it wasn't just one person who came in.

It was a large group of people: Robert, Adele, Fiona, and a few others I didn't recognize.

What shocked him most was that even Lucia (the lady who brought the protagonist to the academy), whom he had only met once, was among them.

The two wizards who had interrogated him were now walking ahead of the group. Upon seeing him, they gestured to the people behind them:

"My lords, the person is right here."

"grown ups?"

Ron listened to the way the other person addressed him, his mind racing. He glanced at the two girls, shook his head, and concluded that it probably wasn't them.

He then turned his gaze to Robert and Lucia, pondered his relationship with them, and once again rejected the idea.

That leaves only...

"You're Ron?" Standing in front of Fiona was an old woman who looked to be close to sixty, with a face full of wrinkles.

As soon as she entered, she sized up the young man sitting in the interrogation room, her gaze carrying an ambiguous meaning, and her tone neither warm nor cold.

"Yes, ma'am, I am Ron."

"I'm Fiona's teacher. She knew you were in trouble, so she asked me to help. I didn't expect that my timing would be so unfortunate."

As she spoke, the old woman glanced at Adele and the old wizard standing before her, then said something only a select few could understand: "What do you think, Mr. Felix?"

The old man, known as Felix, wore a gentle smile. His silver hair was neatly combed, and beneath his wide white wizard's robe with red patterns, his posture remained upright. His long, slender, and sharp ears added to his air of mystery and elegance.

"Haha, I think it's quite a coincidence. Fate brought us together here, Ms. Salin."

Just then, Robert, who had been silent until now, spoke up and interrupted their conversation:

"Mr. Felix, Ms. Salin, let's talk about your matters later; now is not the time to discuss them."

Upon hearing this, the two looked at him in unison, their eyes indifferent and cold.

Everyone else present was startled by his words and cast admiring glances at the expressionless middle-aged man.

Ron was no exception, because just now, he had used the panel to check the information of the two old men and women in the house:

Felix Blackwood

Age: 183/292

[Attributes: Constitution 27.85, Spirit 23.15]

[Strength: First-Ring Wizard]

[Pollution Level: Physical 42%, Mental 16.78/23.15]

[Comment: The curse of bloodline is something the mediocre cannot resist; what is bestowed by bloodline will also bind them for life.]

The following measures are recommended to reduce pollution.

Option 1: Increase the purity of the Moon Elf bloodline within the body...

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Salin Vieira

Age: 179/231

[Attributes: Constitution 4.8, Spirit 36.67]

[Strength: First-Ring Wizard]

[Pollution Level: Physical 26.5%, Mental 31.51/36.67]

[Comment: When you peer into the depths of fate, little do you know that fate is also quietly watching you.]

The following measures are recommended to reduce pollution.

Option 1: Going with the flow of "fate" might bring unexpected rewards...

That's really brave!

He couldn't help but silently praise his mentor.

"Robert, don't think that just because you have your teacher backing you can recklessly challenge the authority of a formal wizard!"

Clearly, Ms. Salin was furious at the middle-aged man for interrupting her, and Felix, standing beside her, warned in the same tone, "You two, if it weren't for your teacher's sake, I would have taught you a lesson today."

Despite the mental pressure from the two formal wizards, Robert showed no sign of embarrassment, simply nodding slightly to indicate that he understood.

"snort!"

The two snorted in unison, losing all interest in continuing the conversation. They gestured to Lucia, who had remained silent, to handle the rest, and then left.

Fiona and Adele exchanged a glance before turning to look at Ron:

"Junior, remember to pay me!"

"Ron, see you tomorrow~"

After saying that, the two figures disappeared from sight, following their respective elders.

Release them.

Lucia's voice pulled him out of his daze, and he saw that the woman with the face of a demon had already walked out of the interrogation room with his mentor, Robert.

Now, only the two guys who were in charge of the interrogation and himself remain inside, making a total of three people.

"Come on, we'll take you out."

His tone was calm, there was no feud or sabotage involved, and the storyline was incomprehensible to the righteous. He simply followed the two of them out of the patrol office where he had stayed for three days.

"Am I now living off a woman?"

On his way back, the boy looked at the sun in the sky. The warm sunlight shone on him, relieving the fatigue of the past few days in the interrogation room, but waves of sorrow still lingered in his mind. The source of these sorrows was self-evident.