Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Chapter 199 Memories

Laura raised her clear, emotionless eyes and looked at the young assistant in front of her. A glint suddenly flashed in her eyes.

A beautiful smile curved the corners of the woman's lips. Looking at that smile, Ron felt a chill run down his spine. He still vividly remembered how, right here, this woman had used some strange, unknown method to make a group of people collapse to the ground—

Ron could vividly recall the scene from back then, and his stomach churned.

However, having experienced so much, his resilience had greatly improved. Although he felt nauseous, he didn't show any weakness on his face and maintained his respectful and polite attitude.

"Hey, isn't this our genius young man, Mr. Ron? What brings you here today? Is there something you need from me?"

Ron's lips twitched involuntarily as he heard the teasing tone in the other person's words.

But she suppressed her unease and repeated what she had just said: "Teacher Laura, could you please show me the item list? Thank you."

A barely perceptible glint flashed in Laura's eyes. She didn't remember saying that this body was also his clone. How did the kid from before know that?

Could it be that Mr. Latour told him?

Laura, who had questions in her mind, didn't ask them directly. She didn't even show the slightest surprise on her face, but simply gazed at the boy with a slight smile and asked, "Are these supplies for our trip to the Karazov Mountains?"

Ron was taken aback by what the other person said, then realized that his story seemed to have spread among these formal wizards. Although he didn't know exactly what had happened, Ron suppressed his curiosity, nodded slightly, and remained silent.

He just wanted to finish purchasing the supplies as quickly as possible and then leave.

After all, this woman was rather dangerous, and he didn't want to spend too much time with someone like her.

If you were to be unknowingly and secretly influenced by the other party, you would have no one to blame but yourself.

Laura seemed to sense the boy's slight wariness towards her, and immediately recalled the mind-controlling technique she had previously displayed in front of the young man.

The smile on his lips widened even further, and before Ron could react, he had already stepped out from behind the counter and come to the boy's side. He gently tugged at the boy's slightly disheveled cuffs, and finally whispered in Ron's ear, "Little guy, are you wary of me?"

Feeling the woman's sweet breath in his ear, Ron felt goosebumps rise all over his body. He quickly took a few steps back, lowered his head, and dared not look into her eyes.

"Mentor Rona, please stop teasing me. You know I'm going to the Karazov Mountains for a mission. In that case, I hope we can both make the most of each other's time. I need to go back and pack my things after I finish buying the supplies to prepare for the rest of the trip."

Ron's meaning was clear: he just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

But sometimes things don't go as planned, and things don't always go the way you want them to.

Especially when this matter involves women, it only becomes more complicated.

Laura was just that kind of person. She looked at the boy in front of her, who had his head down and wouldn't meet her eyes. The mockery in her eyes grew stronger and stronger. Like a beast that had eaten its fill and then chose to continue hunting, she enjoyed the process of teasing her prey, rather than actually wanting to devour him.

"Little one, you've treated me like this, do you think I still need to listen to you? If you were a little nicer, maybe I'd consider it and give you the things. But if you keep acting like this, I'll really be hurt. If I'm hurt, I might do something irrational, and you don't want me to become like that, do you?"

These words immediately made Ron gasp, and the scenes he had witnessed in the Education Hall flashed through his mind.

Those people, like mindless wild beasts, lay on the ground, frantically trying to snatch the saliva left behind by each other.

It's disgusting, absolutely outrageous.

Ron's face immediately darkened. He didn't know why this person was acting this way. He had been obstructed time and again, and Ron was even starting to wonder if the other person was connected to the Ash Wizard.

As he pondered these thoughts, the woman opposite him seemed to have guessed what he was thinking. Her fingertips lightly traced his face, the touch of her nails making Ron feel a tickle on his skin.

"Little one, I have no interest in harming a junior like you, and I also can't stand the old Ashes. The only reason I've talked to you so much today is because I find your appearance somewhat pleasing. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't even give them a second glance."

We had no idea what the other party was really up to; we just felt that their words sounded awkward no matter how we looked at them.

Especially since the other person was uttering those greasy words while rubbing their face with their bright red fingernails.

It also reminded him of the other party's disgusting behavior back then.

He couldn't help but take another step back.

"Are you serious? You know, I have a lot of admirers in the academy. If they find out I touched you today, you might get burned to ashes by their fireballs tomorrow—"

Ron made no further movements or spoke, simply keeping his head down in silence.

Laura watched the young man's actions and a look of boredom flashed in her eyes. She even stopped stroking his face and waved her slender, white hands, her nails still bright red, which added to his alluring charm.

"Alright, since you don't want to talk, I won't force you. Come with me and pick one out yourself. But if you come here again and it's still like this, I can't guarantee I'll still be this patient."

Ron's face immediately darkened; he hadn't expected the woman in front of him to say such a thing.

It's completely baffling.

However, at least today's events were over, which secretly relieved him. He then followed the woman and walked towards the counter.

Holding the booklet handed to him, he began to select the supplies he would need.