Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Chapter 198 Unusual Gaze

After leaving the office, Ron continued walking towards his dormitory.

He went back this time to pack his things. After all, he would be away from the academy for a month, and no one knew what might happen during that time. It was always good to be prepared.

As he walked on the bluestone path, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar crowd around him, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

He naturally disliked this kind of nomadic life.

After all, deep down he is still an Easterner with a strong sense of nostalgia. Even in this fantasy world dominated by Western elements, he cannot change the deep-rooted tradition of yearning for a peaceful and tranquil life that is ingrained in his blood.

However, things don't always go as planned.

There are some things you are destined to accept but not resist, to obey but not defy.

This is why he hates this world so much; it's not just because it's full of chaos and madness, but also because the dominant colors of the civilization that are incompatible with it are part of what he dislikes.

After returning to his dormitory, Ron opened his storage ring and began to examine its contents.

Nearly a hundred magic stones, which included all his gains in Nurs City, as well as some spoils he obtained from other students during the assessment. Of course, he had also spent a lot in the three months since the assessment ended, which is why he only had this much left.

Aside from these items, a small portion of his storage ring was occupied by everyday items, which he had prepared for his upcoming month-long mission.

He used the remaining space to store his valuable experimental equipment and books.

For a wizard, conducting experiments, reading books, and taking notes are indispensable parts of his life.

This may be one of the few remaining joys for him since he came into this world.

As Ron flipped through his notes from this period of time, scenes from the past began to surface in his mind.

Even though I haven't been in this world for long, I've experienced quite a lot.

The joy of entering the academy, the confusion of embarking on the path of a wizard, the fear of fleeing the academy, the delight of settling down in Nur's City, the fear and joy of obtaining both bloodline and mechanical wizarding inheritances —

As he flipped through the books in his hands, the emotions in his mind surged and changed like a turbulent sea.

Over the past year, I have experienced and changed a lot, but no matter what, I will keep going, at least on this path, until the very end.

Ron made up his mind, then closed the book in his hand and lay on the bed to think about his future path.

For the next period of time, I need to keep an eye on the Ash Wizard's backhand, so that he doesn't accidentally get me into trouble.

In addition, another important thing is to improve one's own strength as soon as possible. Only in this way can one have the confidence to resist all risks when conflicts break out in the future.

As Ron pondered, he became increasingly relaxed, then lay down on the bed and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Time passed slowly, and the red moon outside the window gradually rose.

The moon, hanging high in the sky, emitted a faint yet vibrant light, illuminating the entire earth and bringing the solace of the night to all living things.

Outside the window, a pair of blood-red eyes were watching the boy lying on the bed, fast asleep inside the room. Every beat of his chest seemed to attract the breaths of the person who was looking at those eyes.

As if afraid of disturbing the owner inside, the pair of blood-red eyes outside the window simply stared without making any move.

As dawn broke, the sun drove the red moon from the sky, and those eyes, like the moon, disappeared into the morning light.

But as the blinding light entered his eyes, Ron slowly squinted his pale green, intelligent eyes.

He rubbed his forehead, then gently brushed his disheveled hair behind his head.

He then slowly got out of bed, stretched, and began his work for the day.

With only six days left, I'll be leaving the academy for the legendary Karazov Mountains, infamous as the "Arkham Meat Grinder" and the "Valantia Reaper's Scythe." I don't want to meet a disastrous start, dying like a roadside animal in some unknown corner.

Therefore, he had to make arrangements with his cheap teacher several days in advance, and then borrow a considerable amount of magic stones from Fiona and Adele, so that he could make a large-scale purchase in the next few days and prepare all the necessary supplies.

In order to arrive at the trading post when there were few people in the morning, Ron got up early, washed up and tidied himself up, and then hurried towards the canteen.

The leisurely and carefree feeling of the past is gone.

His mind was constantly filled with thoughts about what he should do next and what he should prepare.

Only after finishing his meal did he walk heavily toward the trading area.

Many people he encountered along the way stared at him with surprise, as if they recognized him, and they paid him a long, respectful look, like soldiers on guard duty.

Some people found these people's unusual behavior strange, but he didn't have the mind to think about it now.

Death's scythe hangs over your head. Time is life. The more prepared you are, the more confident you will be when facing emergencies.

With this in mind, he naturally stopped paying attention to those people's unusual behavior.

As he approached the trading area, he suddenly realized that everyone inside had turned their attention to him after noticing his arrival.

Ron then realized that something was amiss.

I asked around privately and found that even the staff behind the counter were craning their necks to look at me standing at the door.

She still didn't understand why everyone was staring at her like that.

Nothing particularly noteworthy had happened at the academy during this time, and unlike those prominent figures who made a name for themselves everywhere, these people's eyes seemed to know me very well. Their gazes were filled with surprise, jealousy, incomprehension, confusion, and curiosity.

Ron felt a little uncomfortable under the gazes of these people, but he didn't say anything. He silently walked to a counter, saw the familiar woman sitting inside, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Then, trying to keep his voice calm, he said, "Good day, ma'am. Please give me a list of items."