Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

"That kid left the academy?"

"Yes, Professor, but why are you paying so much attention to your junior? Is there something you've noticed in him?"

Inside the pure white wizard tower, Fiona stood before her mentor, Ms. Salin, asking with some confusion why.

Ever since the day she asked her teacher to help Ron, the old lady seemed to have started paying close attention to him and even asked her about what had happened since they met.

This inevitably made the girl think of something, after all, the path the teacher took was to observe the system of fate.

"Could it be that Ron is some kind of chosen one?"

According to members of this school of thought, the so-called "chosen ones" are simply specific individuals who emerge at a certain time due to the needs of a particular event.

As Fiona was lost in thought, Mrs. Salin looked at her, her pure white eyes appearing somewhat eerie at that moment:

"Knowing too much won't do you any good, little Fiona."

The girl felt very uncomfortable being stared at by the old lady and whispered, "Okay, teacher. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now. I still have some experiments to finish."

Ms. Salin nodded, indicating that she could leave.

She was quite satisfied with her disciple, except that he talked too much, which was not a quality a qualified fate wizard should possess.

That's why I decided to give the little girl a little talking-to.

Watching the girl leave, she stopped paying attention and turned to look at the huge crystal ball in front of her. A figure appeared inside, which was Ron, who had been standing at the academy gate earlier.

"Fate is starting to fluctuate again. It seems the little guy has quite a few things to deal with."

"That's good too. If I can observe the fate that is on his body, perhaps I can see a higher view in my lifetime."

In the empty wizard's tower, the old woman's deep voice echoed:

"Let me add fuel to the fire for you."

......

"You mean, that guy has already left the academy?"

"Yes, Lord Velens."

"Where did you go?"

"I'm sorry, sir, the people at the office had some conflicts with our patrol department before and are unwilling to disclose any information."

"There aren't that many conflicts. It's just that they didn't pay enough. Give their manager a hundred magic stones later and say that I owe them a favor this time."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

In the dimly lit office of the inspector general, two figures dressed in black robes sat facing each other.

The thin, gloomy-faced Velens sat at the director's desk.

Watching the people who had already left, the one in the innermost corner muttered to himself, "The old man doesn't care about you, but I can't, so you might as well just die."

......

On the other side, Ron, who had just left the academy two days ago, was sitting in a carriage. The driver in front of him was a man who looked to be no more than forty years old and was very talkative.

"Sir, where are you going?"

"Nurs, Norris City"

"Oh, that's quite a distance from our city of Arkham. It would take at least three or four months by carriage."

"What, you've been there?"

"Ah, I went there when I was young. You wouldn't believe it, would you? I actually came back alive. To be honest, I'm surprised by my own good luck."

"hehe."

The boy listened to the driver's stories without getting bored, and seeing this, the middle-aged driver became even more enthusiastic, and the two chatted on and off like this.

As he spoke, Ron didn't forget to erase the traces along the way, continuously spraying the areas where the carriage had passed with the trace-removing spray he had bought from the academy.

He couldn't afford to be careless, since the person behind the scenes could get the patrol officers to work for them, so getting information about his departure probably wouldn't be too difficult.

He chatted with the driver while spraying the mist.

The carriage raised a cloud of dust as it passed by, but left no tracks behind.

At noon, the middle-aged coachman tightened the reins, stopped the carriage by the roadside with a "whoosh," then lifted the curtain and said to the boy inside who was meditating with his eyes closed:

"Sir, let's stop here and rest for a while."

"it is good."

Ron opened his eyes, stretched his body, then got off the carriage. He took out a tablecloth from his backpack to lay on the ground, then took out some dry rations to eat, not forgetting to ask the coachman beside him:

"Do you need it?"

"No need, sir, I brought my own." With that, the other person also took out a piece of black bread from his pocket and slowly ate it with the pot of water.

He didn't mind; it's normal to be a little cautious when you're out and about.

Otherwise, he would suspect that the other party had ulterior motives towards him, even though he didn't really care.

Just as the two were resting, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from the nearby woods, accompanied by the shouts of a girl who sounded very young:

"Help! Help!"

"Master, what about us?"

"Walk."

As he spoke, he quickly stuffed the items into his backpack and then immediately boarded the carriage.

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged coachman immediately understood. With a half-eaten black bread still in his mouth, he got into the carriage and immediately whipped the horse's rump.

"Gurgle, gurgle~" The sound of wheels rolling on the ground echoed in the empty forest, startling the birds resting in the trees.

After running for a while, the sound of horses' hooves from behind not only didn't get quieter, but got louder and clearer, and judging from the noise, there were quite a few people.

"Help!"

Ron's face darkened, realizing that the other party was targeting the two of them, and he kept thinking about what might happen next.

The middle-aged coachman sitting in front also looked nervous. He glanced at the dust rising behind him, made a snap decision, suddenly took out a dagger from the cushion under his seat, and then jumped up onto the horse.

He immediately swung his dagger and cut the horse's ropes.

"Crack!" The wooden cart shaft fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Ron jumped off the carriage the moment he saw the other person's movement. Now, watching the figure on horseback gradually disappear into the distance, he couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

It truly is a case of everyone fleeing for their lives when disaster strikes.

However, he wasn't angry. After all, it's only human nature, and if he were in the other person's position, he might have done the same.

"I understand, but if we meet again next time, I'll still teach you a lesson."

While thinking about these things, he maintained a calm and composed demeanor, showing no sign of tension. He simply watched the dust rising behind him, waiting for the next "vehicle" to arrive.

Time passed slowly, and the sound of horses' hooves grew louder as they approached.

Ron finally saw a group of people.

Nine people, eight horses, eight knights in black armor, and a woman on their backs.

A strange combination.

Three men, including one carrying a woman, stopped in front of him, while the other five continued chasing after the middle-aged coachman.

He ignored the few people who left, and simply stared at the black-armored knight in front of him, awaiting his "judgment".

As for whether we need to confirm their purpose?

What good person would keep chasing after someone? And look at those five people, they clearly intend to catch up and kill them to cover their tracks, what else is there to say?