Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

"Sir, thank you very much for your help."

As Ron was pondering the information displayed on the panel, the girl's voice came from beside him once again.

It sounds nice, but it has nothing to do with him.

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted. Ron frowned and looked over. The girl who had been kneeling on the ground had stood up again.

Although she looked rather disheveled, she still maintained proper manners, showing that she was a well-educated lady.

"You're welcome. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

"Sir, please wait a moment."

As soon as Ron finished speaking, the girl called out to him, as if afraid of being abandoned by him.

"Um?"

"May I ask if you are a wizard?"

It seems there are still people who know their stuff.

Upon hearing the question, Ron's self-doubt eased considerably. Those three bumpkins who had appeared out of nowhere never recognized him as a wizard until their deaths.

It made him lose confidence. Now, the girl's words undoubtedly prove that those three were simply ignorant and couldn't recognize their own identities.

Thinking these things to himself, he maintained an indifferent expression, nodded to confirm the girl's guess, and quietly waited for her to continue.

"Meeting you is my good fortune, mysterious wizard."

"Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Lillian Jeanna from the Jeanna family of Nurs City in Norris. My grandfather was also a wizard."

Upon hearing this, Ron suddenly paused, giving the girl named Lillian in front of him a strange look.

It seems that my destination for this trip is Nurse, a city in Norris.

And she just happened to be from there, and she just happened to be the one who saved her.

"A coincidence?"

For some reason, Ron suddenly felt like he was being watched.

"What is it, sir? Oh, right, I forgot to ask your name, how rude of me, I apologize."

Hearing the girl's words, he replied absentmindedly, "Ron Seraphim."

Then, as if he had thought of something, Ron's gaze shifted to the person in front of him, and the light screen of the panel appeared in his eyes:

Lillian Jeanne

Age: 24/86

[Attributes: Constitution 1.21, Spirit 1.12]

[Strength: None]

[Pollution Level: Physical 2.04%, Mental 0.01/1.12]

[Evaluation: The power of destiny is gathering within him; perhaps this makes him a suitable experimental subject for a wizard on the side of destiny.]

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

Option 1: ......

"The power of fate?"

The words that appeared on the panel sparked a connection in Ron's mind; he recalled a title he had just seen in the panel's evaluation section:

Messenger of fate.

Is there a connection between the two?

Ron murmured to himself, his subconscious telling him that there seemed to be some unknown secret involved.

"Mr. Ron, Mr. Ron?"

The voice beside him pulled him back to reality. The girl's pale face was flushed, her eyes were darting around, and her tone was shy:

"Could you please stop staring at me like that?"

Ron then realized that he had been so focused on looking at the other person's panel that he had been staring at them the whole time.

Without making a sound, he slightly raised his gaze to look at the top of the girl's head. At that moment, he inexplicably missed Fiona and Adele.

"Mr. Ron, I'd like to ask you for a favor. Could you please take me back? Don't worry, I'll pay you a satisfactory fee once we get back."

Just as Ron was thinking this, the girl's words stirred his heart, and a familiar feeling washed over him.

The scene before me looked exactly like the stories of protagonists and heroines in novels I had read in my past life.

The female lead had a fight with her family and ran away, only to be captured by the villain. She was then rescued by the protagonist who happened to be passing by, and with his help, she returned home. As a result, the female lead developed feelings for the protagonist...

This is so melodramatic.

Looking at the girl in front of him, he felt that his guess was probably right. There seemed to be some kind of connection between the power of fate on her and himself, the "messenger of fate".

Otherwise, it's really hard to explain how such a coincidence could happen.

"Mr. Ron, please."

After a moment's thought, Ron finally decided to grant the girl's request.

Firstly, he was quite curious about the "power of destiny" within him, and he could use the other party as a reference subject for his experiment. Anyway, he was going to Nuers City, so it wouldn't delay his business.

Secondly, he thought of the two tattered maps in his arms. If there was no hope of restoration, he probably wouldn't care.

Now that we have the map, there's no reason not to take a look. We can also use the girl as an excuse to visit her house and see if we can find any clues. She claims to be from that family, which means she's definitely a local noble.

There must be quite a few books in the house; perhaps there are clues about that hidden map.

After thinking it through, Ron smiled and helped the girl in front of him, as if afraid that if she bent over again, the thing in her chest would accidentally fall out:

"Miss Lillian, let's talk about the payment first."

Although he had already decided to take the girl with him on his journey, he still couldn't shortchange her on the reward he was owed.

Equivalent exchange, but that remains the wizard's unchanging principle.

After he finished speaking, you could clearly see that the girl's expression faltered slightly, as if she hadn't expected the boy in front of her to say something like that right away.

But her good upbringing made her realize it immediately:

"Of course, we made sure that family wouldn't let anyone help them for nothing."

Ron noticed the momentary surprise in Lillian's expression, but he didn't care.

Nothing is more important than money, is it?

The two engaged in a heated discussion about the remuneration.

After a heated exchange of words, neither side was willing to back down, and they barely managed to reach a preliminary agreement.

Ron was truly surprised; this Miss Lillian, despite her seemingly delicate appearance, was a master negotiator. He'd thought she was a naive and innocent girl, but it turned out she was just like him, obsessed with money.

This made him sigh: it's unbelievable that someone like this would run away from home, even more so than a naive princess running away in a fairy tale.

"Alright, Mr. Ron, is our deal done?"

"Of course, beautiful Miss Lillian."

After another round of negotiations, the girl finally bought Ron's promise to escort her home for a reward of seven magic stones.

There was no contract, no written agreement, just a verbal agreement.

But deep down, both of them seemed to feel it was unnecessary.

"Mr. Ron, what's next?"

"Let's go check ahead first. It's better to deal with the remaining four people at once to avoid any trouble later."

"OK."

They followed the hoofprints on the road, searching for the group of people they had met earlier.

As a result, not far away they found a corpse, which was the middle-aged driver who had run away earlier. His face still had a look of fear on it, as if he had suffered a great fright before he died.

Ron looked at the person lying on the ground and sighed softly:

"Sigh, fine, I'll let you off this time since you look so pitiful."

As he spoke, a faint flame ignited in his hand. "Boom!" A cloud of ash drifted into the air with the wind.

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, I'm such a good person."

Lillian watched his actions from the side, her eyes looking rather strange, and she wondered to herself: Had she really misjudged him?