Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Chapter 202 Fame

"Boss, I heard this from my teacher himself, it's absolutely true. Do you think that guy will hold a grudge if we mocked him back then?"

One of the underlings standing in front of the blond youth looked at his boss with a worried look in his eyes and asked in a somewhat hesitant tone.

And this blond youth was none other than Nika, who had met Ron by chance in the cafeteria.

Nika felt a pang of regret when he recalled the time he led a group of men to the second floor of the cafeteria to mock the teenager.

I never imagined that my initial attraction to you, who was alone and had no background, would lead me to make a few sarcastic remarks, which would ultimately sow the seeds of today's troubles.

How could I have thought of that? As the top student in the freshman assessment, no matter how bad the other person was, there was no way that the adults in the academy would not take notice of him. It's just a pity that I was really annoyed by the Adele incident back then, and on top of that, I had just become a disciple of my own teacher and was riding high. So when I met my enemy, I naturally wanted to take revenge.

Looking back now, it was indeed a bit too hasty.

Nika kept thinking about how to resolve the conflict with Ron.

After all, the argument between the two was just a verbal dispute and did not escalate into a real conflict of interest. There are still many ways to resolve this matter. Moreover, in the three months since he learned about the academy's core objectives, the young man has naturally grown a lot and realized that his behavior back then was indeed a bit excessive.

He is no longer the impulsive young man he once was, and now he naturally prioritizes his own interests above all else.

"Please pass on a message to Mr. Ron for me. Tell him that I would like to invite him to dinner sometime. I was a bit naive before and said some hurtful things. Now I realize how foolish I was. I hope he won't hold it against me."

The henchman standing in front of him widened his eyes upon hearing his boss's words, asking incredulously, "Boss, are you really going to say that? I don't think we need to be so servile and fawn over that third-ring wizard. We're students of the masters ourselves; isn't it a bit shameful to do this?"

Nika looked at his underlings standing in front of him, a look of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

I thought this guy was pretty good at handling things, which is why I kept him around. I never expected him to act so stupidly today, completely unable to see things clearly.

How can we, who are merely nominal disciples of formal wizards, be compared to Ron, a disciple of a high-ranking third-ring wizard?

Besides, they are stronger than us. Is it shameful to apologize to them?

He really didn't know what to say to his underling, so he could only say in a deep voice, "If I tell you to do it, then do it. Why all the nonsense? I'm not even ashamed, and you're complaining. Besides, it's not even certain whether they'll accept it. You just keep talking. Who's the boss here, you or me?"

Upon hearing his boss's clearly angry words, the younger brother didn't dare to say anything more. We left the lab and, as our boss had instructed, went to the freshman dormitory area to relay the message.

Nika watched his younger brother's departing figure, shook his head, and stopped worrying about the matter, instead focusing on the experiment he was working on.

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit room, Philomi looked at the fallen test subjects around him and shook his head. "I don't know why the teacher made me do these experiments. Sigh, it's so boring. All I do all day is either do experiments or watch the teacher do experiments. What's the point?"

While muttering to himself, he injected the reagent in his hand into the living material next to him.

Just then, he heard a familiar knock on the door.

Reaching the door, he slowly opened it a crack. Standing outside was a doll gleaming with metallic light. A slightly mechanical voice rang in his ears, causing him to pause in surprise: "Mr. Philomi, Lord Augustus, I have come to inform you that Mr. Ron has become Lord Latour's disciple. I hope you will not continue to oppose that gentleman, or at least not show any hostility on the surface."

Philomi didn't hear the rest of what was said, because the first part had already left him completely stunned.

As the first in line to inherit the Dismay family, he had naturally heard of the name of Latour Sorenst, the vice dean of the Red Moon Tower.

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However, he never expected that the Third Ring Wizard, who had only existed in legends before, would actually appear by his side today.

Although I have never seen it myself, I can imagine the immense power that such a great person possesses.

And Ron, the one who was abandoned by all the formal wizards, has now become that person's disciple.

I was feeling sorry for the other person before, but I never expected that I would end up being the clown.

"Ron? Is that the guy I met during the previous assessment? I didn't expect that guy to have already surpassed me. It seems I need to work even harder, otherwise he might cause me trouble if we meet again. After all, I mocked him before."

Inside a basement with extremely high temperatures, bright red flames burned all around, illuminating the originally pitch-black room.

A "monster" covered in red fur sat in the center of the room, listening to the news coming from outside, a strange smile creeping onto its lips: "I hope that guy doesn't disappoint me later~"

"Ahm, that kid Ron really wasn't abandoned by those formal wizards. It turns out that Lord Latour had already..."

"I've already informed the official wizards. Otherwise, I would have said that even if the top student in the new student assessment is lacking, there shouldn't be no one who would take notice."

"Xiao hope, you're always just being wise after the event. I wonder who was lamenting about that guy before."

"Hey, if you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."

"Dumb, dumb~!~!"

"Alright, alright, you two stop arguing. And Mr. Wisdom, can you please stop stirring things up? I've told you before, don't be too absolute about things right now. Some things will naturally reveal their true nature over time, and what we need to do is strive to improve ourselves."

Vassim, or rather, Vassim Zhi, sat in his room, his expression shifting.

If outsiders saw him, they would think he was crazy.

But in fact, this guy is indeed a madman, with the four souls inside him arguing incessantly every day.