Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

After leaving the South District, he went to the trading office.

A sparse crowd of people were selecting what they needed at different counters. Most of them had a youthful look on their faces and appeared to be about the same age as me.

Ron knew why there were so few people.

There are essentially two reasons: those who don't have money go to the market stalls, where there are many counterfeit goods and the quality of the items varies, but the advantage is that they are affordable.

Those with access to resources, or those who are already enrolled, usually purchase the necessary items and knowledge through their mentors.

The biggest advantage of doing this is that it is "systematic," allowing us to continue along the paths others have taken, whether in knowledge acquisition or experimental research.

This explains why academic wizards are generally stronger and have a higher success rate in promotion than wild wizards.

The pursuit of truth always involves building upon the work of those who came before and continuously moving forward.

Stopping thinking about these things that were not currently his concern, Ron went to a familiar counter.

This time, the person sitting inside was no longer the cold-faced woman from before, but a different person—an old wizard who appeared to be around sixty years old.

Good day, Your Excellency.

"What do you need?"

Unexpectedly, the old wizard's voice was very gentle, and he had a kind smile on his face.

Slightly surprised and curious, I checked the other person's profile:

Kyle Norton

Age: 48/50

[Attributes: Constitution 0.7, Spirit 2.31 (originally 9.59)]

[Strength: Low-level Wizard Apprentice (formerly Intermediate)]

[Pollution Level: Physical 64.25%, Mental 9.8/9.59]

[Comment: It should have fallen into the embrace of death, but somehow a sliver of life was preserved.]

[The following measures are recommended to reduce mental pollution.]

Option 1: Absorb the crystallized rules of life; Option 2: ......

At first glance, he was drawn to the man's name: Norton?

A familiar feeling rose in my heart, and I immediately remembered the two kind old people who had shown me kindness when I first came into this world.

"This person..."

Comparing the figure before him with the aged face of the old man in his memory, it was a pity that he could not see any resemblance whatsoever.

Perhaps it's just that they happen to have the same surname.

He thought to himself, while not forgetting the purpose of his trip: "Could you please show me the ultra-miniature purification magic array?"

"Wait a mininute."

After saying that, the old man ran his wrinkled fingers across the blue book on the table a few times before handing it over.

"It's all here, you can take a look."

Ron took it with both hands, and saw more than a dozen options appear on it:

[Ultra-miniature purification magic array, 32% remaining energy, medium quality]

[Ultra-miniature purification magic array, 74% remaining energy, low quality]

......

He glanced at the person opposite him with some confusion and asked, "Sir, is it possible that this type of magic array cannot be charged with magic stones?"

"You must still be a freshman, right?"

He nodded, not denying it, and there was nothing wrong with admitting it.

The old man smiled and explained to the young man in front of him: "Generally speaking, from the perspective of the energy core, witch arrays are divided into two categories: one is rechargeable and the other is consumable."

"Generally speaking, rechargeable magic arrays are much more difficult to make than consumable magic arrays, and the production cost is also much higher."

"Therefore, the price is naturally higher."

"Judging from your appearance, you probably don't have many magic stones. The ultra-miniature purification magic array is a special magic array, and not many people buy it. This kind is enough for your use."

Upon hearing this, Ron nodded to indicate that he understood, then looked at the book in his hand, and a flash of inspiration struck him:

Which one do you think I should choose?

"That depends on how you use it."

The boy hesitated for a moment, then decided to lie: "I've been feeling a bit off lately, so I asked a senior student, and she told me to try using a purification spell array to aid my cultivation during meditation."

The old man nodded slightly, believing his statement:

"This method is indeed worth a try. In that case, you can buy a magic array with more than half of its energy remaining. The quality doesn't need to be too high; a low-grade one will do."

Following this person's advice, Ron selected a suitable one from the list and then handed the booklet he had already checked back to the other person:

"How many magic stones does this require?"

Five.

That's really expensive!

He sighed silently to himself before taking out five magic stones from the bag in his arms and handing them over.

As he stepped out of the trading post and watched the sun gradually setting in the east, Ron couldn't help but squint.

The pale light shone on his face, contrasting with the faint red light from the west, creating an eerie yet strangely beautiful effect.

He had no time to appreciate it; he just wanted to get back to his dorm as soon as possible and start the next step of the plan he had made the night before.

He came in a hurry and left in a hurry, but in a corner he didn't notice, a figure in a black robe stood quietly, motionless, just staring at his back as he gradually disappeared into the distance.

Time passed slowly, and the light of the red moon bathed the entire sky.

As Ron walked on the cobblestone path, his steps quickened. For some reason, he had a bad feeling about it.

The last time I was locked in the interrogation room, it was the same, but this time, the feeling was even stronger.

"Pat-pat, pat-pat, pat..."

The sound of shoes hitting the ground was quite abrupt in the empty night; there had been no pedestrians around for some time now.

His heart sank as he realized that he had been influenced; otherwise, this situation would never have occurred.

He stopped walking towards the dormitory, stood still, looked around, and suddenly his eyes narrowed, staring intently in a certain direction, and he didn't move.

All around was silent, and Ron just stared in that direction, motionless.

"Looks like it wasn't luck. How did you find me?"

After a while, a figure walked over and appeared in the boy's eyes, accompanied by a curious voice.

The black robe with red cloud patterns clearly indicated the visitor's identity:

The patrol office.

As for why he was able to detect the other party, it was naturally because:

Lord Doyle

Age: 32/94

[Attributes: Constitution 1.8, Spirit 9.89]

[Strength: Intermediate Wizard Apprentice (Maximum)]

[Pollution Level: Physical 74.25%, Mental 9.79/9.89]

[Comment: Eating everything will only harm you; you're a pathetic creature on the verge of madness.]

[The following measures are recommended to reduce mental pollution.]

Option 1: Mechanical modification to remove contaminated parts of the body; Option 2: ......

This guy was the leader who took me to the patrol office a few days ago. I even asked him a question back then and unexpectedly got the answer.

I remember back then this guy's mental strength was only a little over six points, but in just a few days, it's already close to the level of a high-level wizard apprentice?

And what's with the comments below the panel? What does "falling into madness" mean? Ron's sense of crisis grew stronger and stronger. It seemed that he had no choice but to fight desperately tonight.

"Mr. Lowens, what are you doing here?"

He also tried to stall for time to see if anyone would notice him.

The result was obvious: the other party completely ignored him. Seeing that his question had not been answered, he stopped talking and instead produced a huge fireball from his hand.

"boom!"