Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Chapter 192 Academy Mission

Latour, listening to his cheap student's complaints, rolled his eyes and glared at him. Young people always liked to interrupt this old man; how rude! "Why are you always so impatient, kid? I haven't even finished speaking, and you're already cutting me off. How can I let you out in peace? What if you use my name to do bad things outside? What about my reputation, Latour's reputation?"

The old man's words clearly didn't make Ron realize his mistake. He just grinned and looked at his cheap teacher in front of him, casually asking, "Teacher, you've said so much, but you haven't gotten to the crux of the problem. But we wizards pursue efficiency. Time is magic stone, time is life. You keep talking like that. I'm getting anxious for you."

Ron's words were clearly insincere, and he himself knew it.

Latour rolled his eyes at the young man again, not wanting to get entangled with his quick-witted student on this topic: "Alright, alright, let's stop talking about those irrelevant things and get to the point about you."

"About me?"

Ron pointed to himself, a look of doubt flashing in his eyes. He thought he had misheard and asked with a puzzled tone.

The old man nodded, indicating that he hadn't misheard: "Yes, it's about you."

"Weren't we just talking about the ten-year development plan? How did it suddenly turn to me?"

This is what Ron doesn't understand. He's having trouble keeping up with his cheap teacher's train of thought. It's not that he's not smart, it's just that the topic jumps around too much. Even a normal person would struggle to keep up.

Latour, of course, wouldn't have any opinion about his disciple on such matters. He simply explained his words to Ron in a calm tone: "There must be a connection between the two, which is why I told you. As one of the best among this batch of freshmen, you are bound to be included in the ten-year training plan, even if you are my student. That will never change."

Ron understood what the old man was saying and nodded slightly, but he didn't say anything. He just listened quietly as the old man continued to explain the connection to him.

"Since you are a participant in the ten-year training program, I will naturally explain the conditions to you. Every participant in the program will be able to obtain the basic material resources to maintain their basic cultivation during these 10 years. However, all of this is on the premise that you must complete at least 1 to 2 tasks assigned by the academy every year. These tasks are mandatory, which means that when the academy assigns them, you must complete them."

Upon hearing this, Ron probably understood what the old man meant by what he was talking about.

It's nothing more than tasks assigned by one's own college.

But could it be that my task has already been assigned today? Otherwise, I really can't explain why the old man is telling me all this today. But if the task has been assigned, then so be it. I just need to complete it. Why is he dragging me here to talk so much?

Although Ron understood what the old man had said, many new questions arose in his mind.

But he chose not to voice these questions; instead, he kept them to himself and continued to listen to the old man's words, trying to find the answers within them.

Seeing that his disciple had finally taken his words to heart, Latu smiled with satisfaction and continued, "It seems you've already guessed it. That's right, what I was talking about regarding you is the mission assigned by the academy. In principle, for a student like you, the academy will assign different missions based on your strength, usually around 2 to 3. Although there are only a few missions a year, if you're unlucky and encounter some time-consuming and laborious missions, then it's not worth it."

Ron nodded in agreement. He felt that his cheap teacher was right. He didn't want to do those time-consuming and laborious tasks that didn't pay much.

This will not only be of no benefit to one's cultivation, but will also have a great negative impact, at least in terms of time, it will take up most of it.

"However, since you are my disciple and I am the vice dean of the academy, which is a high-ranking position, I will not let you fall behind others in this regard. The academy actually has corresponding regulations for this kind of situation. All disciples who are formal wizards are assigned one task each year. In other words, you little bastards only need to complete one task each year to be considered to have fulfilled the academy's assignment."

Upon hearing this, Ron's face immediately lit up with joy.

She felt that she hadn't chosen the wrong path this time, at least her cheap teacher's influence in various aspects had helped her reduce a lot of trouble.

Before he could even feel happy, Latour uttered words that made his heart tighten: "However—"

"But what? Teacher, please stop keeping me in suspense. You're making me so nervous."

Latour looked at Ron, who was clutching his chest and staring at him nervously, and smirked slightly: "You little brat, always interrupting this old man. Let's see if you dare to do it again."

Ron naturally noticed the mocking smile on his cheap teacher's face, and he didn't dare to say anything more, for fear that his teacher would suddenly give him some bad news.

"Do you know if you offended some kid in the academy before? Another vice dean has come to me, saying he wants me to mediate between you two. He didn't realize you had this ability, even a second-circle wizard has been trying to cause you trouble."

These words caused Ron's already tense nerves to tremble slightly.

Second Ring Wizard?

Although the result was somewhat unexpected, he felt much more at ease knowing that he had this cheap teacher backing him up.

He looked at Latour with pitiful eyes, hoping for some advice.

The old man, of course, saw through his student's thoughts. His smile faded, and he looked at him expressionlessly, saying, "You don't need to think too much about it, kid. This old man won't help you with this at all."

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