Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Chapter 218 Idealists

Slytherin Canas

Age: 163/200

[Attributes: Constitution 20.00, Spirit 20.00]

[Strength: First-Ring Wizard]

[Pollution Level: Physical 50%, Mental 10.00/20.00]

[Comment: Deep affection is short-lived, and hatred is as vast as the sea. When a person is abandoned by the entire world, all their emotions reach their peak, and when the hatred within them reaches its zenith, their lifespan is naturally shortened significantly. In a filthy world, those who hold high the torch of ideals will ultimately not be recognized by the world, even if they are merely followers of idealists—the same applies.]

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

Option 1: Grasp the true essence of the "Emotional Analysis Truth Method"; Option 2: ...

This Mr. Slytherin may have agreed to help Swanor because he saw the light of idealism in him.

In fact, Ron himself couldn't understand why some people would do unrealistic things for the sake of unrealistic ideals.

In his view, this was a complete waste of his time and precious life.

But he also knew that some things couldn't be viewed solely from his own perspective. Perhaps some things seemed insignificant to him, but to others, they were things worth fighting for one's entire life.

"Senior, I understand your good intentions. I am very grateful, but I am destined to be just an ordinary person and cannot understand the topics you are talking about regarding fairness and justice."

After saying this, he bowed deeply to Swano, who was standing in front of him with eager anticipation on his face.

The young man standing in front of Ron showed disappointment upon seeing his junior's behavior, but the disappointment was fleeting. He quickly dismissed it, a smile returning to his face, his eyes clear as he looked at the boy before him: "It's alright. I already guessed this would be the outcome. Actually, your choice wasn't wrong. At least at this stage, it conforms to the laws we wizards follow. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. If I did, perhaps I wouldn't be worthy of pursuing my ideals."

As Ron listened to the other person's words, he straightened up and stared intently at the blue-eyed man in front of him. The man's mellow smile stirred a flutter in his heart for no reason, but he managed to suppress it.

As the saying goes, one should do what one is capable of.

He doesn't feel qualified to do things that seem dangerous but are actually not safe at all.

Perhaps the other party has the support of a formal wizard, but that's not something a mere wizard apprentice like him should be thinking about.

Now all he needs to do is follow the goals set by his cheap teacher, stay obediently in the Karazov Mountains for a month, and then return to the academy to continue his busy life.

Simple yet fulfilling, that's his thought process as an ordinary person.

That's right. Even though he had transmigrated to this wizarding world, even though he possessed extraordinary power, and even though he had a different identity and status in the Tower of the Red Moon, in Ron's eyes he was still an extremely ordinary life on the ordinary planet before he transmigrated.

From any perspective, I do not possess the qualities associated with words like "great," "successful," or "noble."

Ordinary, mediocre, and unremarkable are the best descriptions of him.

"Then, senior, why don't we go back and tell Mr. Slytherin that since I refused your request, we certainly can't waste your friendship with him any longer?"

Ron's thinking was simple: if you gain something, you must give something in return. He was unwilling to accept favors from others for no reason, so that perhaps one day in the future he would be able to refuse other people's requests without any burden.

Swano, as if reading his mind, smiled gently and said, "It's alright. Since I've already asked Mr. Slytherin for help, I naturally have no intention of taking it back. If you want to thank someone, you should thank that old gentleman, not me. Don't worry, if that day ever comes, I certainly won't involve you."

Ron clearly understood which day the other person was referring to.

He felt a slight shame for his previous petty-mindedness, but it was only a slight shame, and he quickly forgot about it deep in his memory.

It's certainly not wrong to remember the kindness others have shown you, but if that kindness is something imposed on you by the other person, then why bother remembering it so closely?

"I have never thought about getting anything from others. If I do, I will definitely give back. If it is something imposed on me by others, I will definitely not remember it."

It's a very simple concept, but some people still confuse the two.

Favors imposed on individuals are not true favors; they are merely demands made with ulterior motives.

Ron has always been a very flexible person when it comes to his bottom line, which is evident in many of his past actions.

Meanwhile, Swano was also pondering the meaning behind his words: "Let this kid accept the stuff first. Once it's accepted, it's accepted, no matter how. Who knows, he might need it someday when he wants it back and we'll have someone to look after him."

Both men wore smiles, like two old friends who hadn't seen each other for years. They walked arm in arm toward the town. No one outside knew that these two young men, who seemed like brothers on the surface, had so many complicated thoughts in their hearts.

Meanwhile, inside the academy, a discussion about the two of them was taking place.

"Oh, is that kid Swano coming back? I wonder if all those years in that godforsaken place, the Karazov Mountains, have worn away any of his unrealistic dreams. Speaking of Ash, you've quietly advanced to the second ring. You only remember your good-for-nothing student, and you don't even bother to promote us old friends."

Inside the Tower of Bones, the Ash Wizard sat at the head of the table, listening to the discussion of his colleagues below, and couldn't help but feel a sense of annoyance.

Just then, that name he'd recently grown to loathe resurfaced in his ears: "Speaking of which, isn't that the little brat who succeeded you as your student, Lord Latour's disciple? Ash, didn't you tell that brat Swano to teach that blind fool a lesson?"

Upon hearing this, everyone sitting below turned their gaze to the Ash Wizard at the head of the table, looking at him expectantly, as if waiting for his answer.