Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Ron Seraphim

Age: 15/81

[Energy: Magic 5/5]

[Attributes: Constitution 1.56, Spirit 2.42]

[Strength: Low-level Wizard Apprentice]

[Skills: Basic Meditation, Eye of Truth, Wizard's Hand, Lesser Low-Energy Fireball, Lionheart Knight Breathing Technique, Mad Lion Sword Technique...]

[Pollution Level: Physical 17.3%, Mental 1.45/2.42]

[The following measures are recommended to reduce mental pollution]

Option 1: Learn the fundamentals of wizarding (including basic runic writing, basic potion-making, etc.); Option 2: Learn the Scarlet Eye Meditation Technique; Option 3...

Looking at the data on the panel, Ron's gloom of the past few days finally dissipated a little.

"At this rate of cultivation, and with the help of the glow grass, reaching the intermediate wizard apprentice level within half a year should not be a problem. However, the person behind the scenes probably won't give me that much time."

Although this meditation was very effective, my mental strength improved compared to the previous few days, February 2.21st.

But ultimately, this could not resolve his current predicament.

Thinking of this, he revisited his idea from last night: to go out and lay low for a while, and then come back when the college's re-examination was held.

At that point, the other party probably wouldn't dare to attack me in front of everyone.

This period of time is enough for him to develop. If he can achieve a good result in the assessment and attract more attention to himself, there might be room for things to turn around.

Ultimately, he was just a novice apprentice, which was the main reason why others dared to attack him so recklessly. If he had any strength or background, they wouldn't have tried to kill him right away.

Ron had considered using the influence of his senior and Adele to support him, but it was just a thought.

After all, why should anyone help him?

Because of that worthless sentiment, or those few magic stones that others wouldn't even look at?

In the end, this world is all about "profit". If someone helps you once, it's already a good deed. If you shamelessly ask them for help again, then you're being ungrateful.

The sunlight streaming through the window fell on his face, and a decision was already made in his squinting eyes.

However, some things need to be prepared before that.

As usual, I packed my things, went out, had breakfast in the cafeteria, and then went to class.

As soon as she entered, Adele, who had been staring at the entrance, spotted him. Her bright eyes widened instantly, filled with an irrepressible smile.

Good morning, Ron.

Seeing the girl's bright smile, my previously gloomy mood immediately improved. Beautiful things always bring joy, and this is true in any world.

Good morning, Adele.

What happened to your hand?

Noticing that Ron's left hand seemed a little stiff, the girl couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, this? I accidentally injured myself while practicing swordsmanship yesterday, but it's nothing serious."

He told a simple lie, not wanting to talk about yesterday's events. After all, it would be pointless and might even affect his future plans, so it was better to say nothing.

Adele nodded, seemingly believing him, and the two chatted casually for a while.

The other people in the classroom also saw the two chatting and laughing, but they didn't pay any attention, only showing a little envy in their eyes.

Only a figure in the corner was staring at Ron with cold, sinister eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

The bell rang for class soon, and Robert slipped into the classroom. Just as he was about to say "Class begins," he was interrupted by Ron, who had been standing in front of the teacher's desk chatting with a girl.

"Um?"

"Professor Robert, I would like to ask for a day off."

"Um."

Simple, straightforward, and without asking for any reason, he simply agreed. That's just his personality.

Actually, he didn't have to make a special trip today. Given the nature of middle-aged people, he probably wouldn't mind. But since he did help me, I still can't be too polite.

After receiving permission, Ron said goodbye to Adele and left the classroom, heading straight towards the South District.

Before arriving at Fiona's dormitory, I knocked on the door and heard familiar footsteps coming from inside.

"Why is the junior trying to find his older sister again?"

After the door opened, the other person seemed to have forgotten what happened yesterday, and continued to pluck at the strings of the boy's heart with that seductive, mature voice.

"Senior, I've come to say goodbye. I think I'll have to leave the academy for a while."

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"It's hard to say for now, but in short, they won't be able to come back anytime soon."

"Um."

Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, Fiona's expression also turned serious, and she took out five magic stones from the pouch at her waist:

"Take it, pay me back when you come back, with 10% interest every month."

He generously accepted the gift from her, and looking at the reluctant expression on her face, he couldn't tell whether she was reluctant to part with him or with the five magic stones.

Ron smiled and waved at the other person, uttering two words: "I'm leaving."

"You heartless brat, you took the magic stone and ran away."

The girl's "curses" disappeared into the morning stone path as her figure vanished.

Upon arriving at the trading post, Ron purchased a large amount of items, including glow grass, various potions, experimental equipment, and several spell scrolls for different situations.

Finally, he spent a magic stone to buy a disposable storage scroll. To be honest, this kind of thing related to spatial abilities is ridiculously expensive.

He also saw items with storage functions in the book, such as dimensional bags and space rings, the worst of which cost more than twenty magic stones.

He had originally planned to see if he could buy a storage artifact, but it turned out he was overthinking it.

That kind of thing was simply not something a mere novice wizard apprentice like him could possess.

Even if you could buy it, if others saw it, it might arouse greed, and in the end, it would be a loss.

After buying the items, he put some things he might need in the next few days into a small backpack, and packed the rest into a storage roll.

He glanced at the two magic stones he had left in his hand and gave a bitter smile. The money was gone again in just a few days.

He shook his head, banishing the jumbled thoughts from his mind.

Then I walked straight toward the library.

He knew he wouldn't be back anytime soon, and to maintain his progress, simply accumulating spiritual power through meditation wasn't enough; the most important thing for a wizard was to improve his knowledge.

So he specifically kept two magic stones for this purpose, just so he could rent a knowledge crystal from the library.

To be honest, he only learned about this from Fiona when he first came here with her.

Some students in the college will be away for extended periods of time, and because they cannot stay at the college, they have difficulty accessing the college's knowledge and resources.

In response to this situation, the academy invented the Knowledge Crystal.

It contains all the basic knowledge of wizarding, as well as some advanced knowledge. Moreover, as long as you pay, the academy library will add the knowledge you need to it.

This effectively ensures that students can continue learning even when they are away from home.

As for the loss of items due to the death of a student, which could be obtained by others and lead to the outflow of knowledge, this is not a problem at all. After all, these are all basic academic knowledge, and even if they are advanced knowledge, they are nothing to the academy.

They have no worries about leaks, or rather, they even hope to spread the information widely.

After all, knowledge is "poisonous." If you don't want to die, the person who obtains it will have no choice but to join the Red Moon Tower for the sake of further knowledge.

Just like him back then.

After getting what he needed, Ron didn't hesitate. He went back to his dorm to leave a letter for someone he knew before heading straight to the office.

He randomly chose a long-distance and time-consuming guard post and immediately left the academy.

Standing once again at the academy gate, he turned to look at the dark red tower behind him, then turned and walked away into the distance.