Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Chapter 195 Karazov Mountains

"So you mean, the mission the academy assigned you this time is actually to go to the academy's base in the Karazov Mountains and take over the people there for a month?"

After listening to Ron's account, Fiona's eyes widened in disbelief. She hadn't expected that the academy would assign such a difficult task to the boy in front of her.

You should know that the garrison mission in the Karazov Mountains is widely known among the academy's apprentices.

It is known as the "Arkham Meat Grinder" or the "Valentia Reaper's Scythe." Legend has it that less than one in ten apprentices who go there ever return, and most of them are wounded, crippled, or even have their wizarding careers permanently cut short.

Although she had not witnessed the miserable state of those people, she had heard a lot about the mission from her teacher and many of her fellow students.

I originally thought that such a high-intensity task was still far away from me, but I never expected that one day it would fall on my junior.

Although Adele had never heard of the Karazov Mountains, upon hearing the exclamation from the boy, she immediately understood the danger and looked at the boy standing in front of her with a worried expression.

Ron looked at the two women in front of him, whose faces were filled with worry, and felt a little heavy-hearted.

Back in the Crimson Tower, his cheap teacher had already explained the dangers involved, so he naturally knew that his trip was likely fraught with peril.

Even if it's a safe place, judging from the actions of the mastermind behind it all, they definitely won't let me go so easily.

So when he heard the Lord of Ra say that he was going to be sent to the dangerous Karazome Mountains, Ron was actually secretly relieved.

After all, the more dangerous and chaotic a place is, the less likely the person behind it will be to make a move.

This also reflects a fact: the teacher did play a role in this incident, otherwise they wouldn't have given the teacher so much information and sent the teacher to that dangerous place.

"That's right, but you don't need to worry. After all, I'm now a mid-level wizard apprentice, and with the added benefit of my bloodline, I'm not afraid even if I face some high-level wizard apprentices."

Although his heart was filled with worry about the unknown future ahead, Ron knew that he must not show the slightest tension, especially at times like these.

Even if I told the two women in front of me my feelings, what difference would it make? It wouldn't have any real impact on the situation. I might as well relax and let them breathe a sigh of relief, so that they wouldn't worry too much about me when I leave.

Fiona and Adele exchanged a glance, naturally understanding what Ron was thinking.

Since the academy's notice had already been issued, they really had no way to stop it from happening. They could only silently pray for the boy and hope that nothing bad would happen to him.

The three of them didn't continue the conversation on that topic, but silently ate the cold food on their plates. The atmosphere was very quiet for a while, and no one spoke.

Fiona and Adele pondered the meaning behind Ron's words.

Ron was also thinking about what he needed to bring on his trip and what preparations he needed to make for it.

After finishing his meal, he said goodbye to the two women in front of him and quickly left the cafeteria.

Fiona and Adele watched the boy's departing figure silently, momentarily at a loss for words. Saying goodbye seemed inappropriate for the current situation; crying? As wizards, their reason told them that it wouldn't help.

It would be better to just watch the boy leave silently; at least that would make him feel a little better.

After leaving the cafeteria, Ron followed the bluestone path of the academy to the office. There was still about a week before the academy issued the mission, so he had plenty of time to prepare.

His purpose in coming here today was not to prepare supplies for the mission; he planned to take care of the task that his cheap teacher had entrusted to him.

He'll feel more at ease if some things are resolved sooner rather than later.

With that thought in mind, he didn't bother to look at who the courier in front of the office was. With heavy steps, he walked into the noisy hall.

Inside, people in black robes with gloomy faces were coming and going. Many people were watching these people's lives, not knowing what they did, but it was none of his business. He just remained silent. He walked to a counter, looked at the old man processing identity registration, and said, "Good day, sir."

The old man seemed to hear his words, raising his aged eyes to gaze at the young man before him, and said expressionlessly, "Your name and the purpose of your visit today."

His tone was devoid of any thoughtful emotion. This businesslike attitude brought a sense of relief to Ron.

What he disliked most was the other person's enthusiastic attitude; this kind of distant, emotionless conversation was exactly what Ron needed right now: "Ron Seraphim, you're here today to register your identity."

Upon hearing Ron's words, the old man before him seemed to have heard something interesting, and he raised his cloudy eyes again. He carefully examined the young man before him: "The freshman assessment has been over for so long, and you, little fellow, have only just found a mentor?"

Hearing the other person's words, Ron nodded in affirmation, knowing that he knew why the old man had asked the question.

It had been almost three months since the new student assessment, and it was indeed a bit unusual for me to come here to register my identity at this time. You see, among the students in my batch, those who had already been accepted as disciples by formal wizards had come to this office long ago to re-register their identities, while I had only come here after three months. It was only natural that people were curious about me.

Ron understood this feeling perfectly and wasn't offended by the hint of curiosity in the other person's words.

After all, as intelligent beings, it is normal for humans to have a desire to explore and be curious about the unknown. If they didn't have this desire, Ron would have doubted their identity.

After asking those questions, the old man did not say anything more as Ron had guessed. He simply maintained a businesslike attitude, flipping through the books in his hands to read his information.