Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

"Kid, don't blame us. Blame your bad luck."

Ron looked at the three people in front of him. One of them, a middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader, said this to him and then, without saying anything more, charged towards him with his companions.

Although he didn't understand why this guy wanted to say such a thing to him, he didn't have time to think about it too much at the moment, seeing the three riders coming towards him.

His gaze was fixed on the approaching warhorse, and then, seizing the opportunity, his magical power surged, and he used his mental energy to outline a complex rune in his mind.

Wizard's Hand!

Like a tripwire, an invisible hand in the air fiercely grabbed the forelegs of the warhorse as it leaped high into the air during the charge.

"thump."

The three horses collapsed with a thud, and the people on their backs were propelled forward by the inertia.

Seeing this situation, Ron was not going to let this good opportunity slip by.

As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot. Before the others could react, he swiftly drew his knight's sword from his waist, imbued it with magic, and stabbed the one charging at the front in the eye.

"Pfft!"

The blade pierced the man's eye socket with a thud. Then, using the recoil, it emerged from the back of his head.

Blood flowed from the tip of the sword, dripping onto the ground and staining the soil beneath their feet red.

Having gained the upper hand with his sword, Ron did not let his guard down.

Although he didn't sense any magical fluctuations from the group, seeing the leader's attributes through the detection panel still made him wary.

【Durren (the poor have no surname)】

Age: 36/52

[Attributes: Constitution 2.4, Spirit 1.02]

[Strength: Mid-Rank Knight]

[Pollution Level: Physical 56.25%, Mental 0.02/1.02]

[Review: An interesting path, but that's all it is; it might be a good experimental subject.]

[The following measures are recommended to reduce body contamination.]

Option 1: ......

Looking at the words "Intermediate Knight" in the strength section of the other person's face, Ron raised an eyebrow, as if he remembered something.

"I seem to recall reading in a book that the path of the knight seems to be a simplified and popularized method for bloodline wizards, and it hasn't been around for very long..."

As for the breathing technique on his own panel, it was just a special training method from the continent where the original owner lived, which he had studied before.

However, that thing was far too inefficient for physical training; the time invested was not proportional to the gains, and in the end, he forgot about it and left it in a corner.

But this mid-level knight in front of him caught his eye.

"Let's deal with these guys first."

Ron carefully examined the leader for a while, already thinking about how to deal with his body after he finished dealing with him.

He was somewhat curious: Logically speaking, such a high level of pollution in the body should have resulted in some changes in appearance, but judging from the other person's appearance, it was clearly different from what he had imagined.

Ron pulled the sword from the forehead of the man lying on the ground and then stabbed at the chest of another man who had just fallen to the ground.

Unfortunately, he hadn't studied this thing much before, and he dodged the sword strike.

"Boss, this guy might have been a knight's squire. Will's already been killed, what do we do?"

The man, having just dodged his fatal sword strike, immediately scrambled to his feet, still shaken, and ran to the leader, asking in a low voice.

"What bad luck! I never expected to run into a young master in this godforsaken place. Let's hurry up and make sure we're not discovered."

The remaining two mistook Ron for a young master who had secretly run away from a noble family to play.

After all, ordinary families don't have the resources to raise such young knights.

The moment the middle-aged man finished speaking, he and his subordinates surrounded him.

Ron watched their movements, wondering why they weren't running away.

It wasn't that he thought he had an aura of dominance that would scare away enemies at the sight of him; it was just that a normal person, thinking about the scene of the warhorse suddenly falling over, would probably think that he might be an extraordinary person.

Valantia wasn't the remote, impoverished place where this body originally resided, and most people knew about the existence of wizards.

But the two of them didn't seem to have any doubts at all.

But now was not the time to think about such things. Ron watched them charge at him with their swords drawn and immediately tried to trip them up again, just like before.

Unfortunately, this move didn't seem to have much effect on the middle-aged leader; it only slightly slowed down his sprint.

"Sigh, I still haven't mastered it."

Without further ado, he conjured up a fireball in each of his hands and hurled it at the two men.

With a "whoosh," the fireball traced an arc in the air and pounced on its target at an extremely fast speed.

Then, a series of piercing screams rang out in the arena:

"ah!!!"

Two figures engulfed in flames rolled frantically on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames.

But it's not as simple as they think. The flames created by the wizard's own magic contain polluting radiation, and without being submerged in water, it's not easy for an ordinary person to extinguish them.

Ron stood quietly in place, watching the "Great Fireman Transformation," his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

Having seen so many things, this kind of thing doesn't seem like a big deal anymore.

Just then, a somewhat abrupt voice interrupted his thoughts:

"Ugh~"

"Oh, there's another person over there."

He suddenly remembered that the three guys seemed to have brought a woman with them, but he had forgotten about it because he was on high alert earlier.

Looking in the direction of the sound, a girl was kneeling by the roadside, vomiting something out of her mouth.

Ron's eyes flickered when he saw this, but he ultimately chose to ignore it, mainly because he didn't want to get involved in such trouble.

Time ticked by, the flames gradually died down, leaving only a corpse and two charred remains in the scene. Ron stepped forward expressionlessly, ready to loot the body.

"Excuse me... ugh~"

The girl beside him watched his actions and was about to speak when the smell of burning flesh emanating from the uncovered corpse silenced her. She continued to kneel on the ground and vomit.

"This is?"

Ron ignored the girl and looked at the half-torn map found on the body. A sense of familiarity welled up inside him:

I feel like I've seen this somewhere before?

[The Hidden Map]

[Rank: Unknown]

[Contamination Level: None (For ordinary people, mental contamination occurs, gradually increasing with strength; cannot cause contamination when the item is of the same level)]

[Evaluation: You seem to have found the other half of the map, messenger of fate. Go to the location marked on it; you might find what you need there.]

[We recommend the following approach to obtain more relevant information.]

Option 1: Visit the city of Nurs in Norris and browse through the city's history books; Option 2: ......

The information that appeared on the panel confirmed his guess was correct; he had indeed seen this thing before, or rather, the remaining half of the map was lying in his arms at this moment.

It was the other half of the "Hidden Map" that he had previously acquired from Olga.

However, Ron was somewhat taken aback by the evaluation of this item that appeared on the panel this time:

Messenger of fate?

"Me?"

If I remember correctly, the evaluation of the map in my arms is not like this, and the repair plan also seems to be somewhat different.