Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Just as Ron was about to take out the map to take a look...

A deep voice reached his ears: "Little one, what are you looking for?"

His pupils suddenly contracted, and he immediately jumped off the bed, turning around to look behind him. There stood an old man with gray hair and a distorted expression.

[Ray Smith]

Age: 115/116

[Attributes: Constitution 0.3, Spirit 6.2]

[Strength: Intermediate Wizard Apprentice]

[Pollution Level: Physical 71.25%, Mental 7.4/6.2]

[Evaluation: A wild wizard nearing the end of his lifespan, seemingly sustaining himself through some form of witchcraft.]

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

Option 1: Absorb the crystallized rules of life; Option 2: ......

Looking at the enemy's information on the panel, Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thankfully, they shouldn't be people sent by the academy."

The reason for this judgment was naturally the words "wild wizard" in the evaluation column. According to the introduction he read in "The Wizarding World Chronicle", this title seemed to refer to those who accidentally obtained wizarding inheritance but did not join a wizarding force.

These people usually have some kind of deficiency or dislike being constrained, which is why they did not join the wizarding forces.

Therefore, without systematic knowledge training, they can only rely on inheritance and their own exploration to move forward.

This results in them generally being inferior to academic wizards in many aspects, and at the same time, the probability of these people becoming corrupted and degenerate is much higher than that of academic wizards.

Of course, low-probability events are not included.

"Little one, you must be a student at some wizarding academy, right?"

"To reach the level of a novice wizard at such a young age, such talent is truly enviable, hehehe."

The old man across the street silently sneaked into my room, muttering these inexplicable words; it was obvious he wasn't a good person.

Ron had no intention of playing along. He activated Wizard Hand and went straight for the opponent's head.

"Hehehe, what an impolite kid, he doesn't know how to respect his seniors."

Feeling the strong wind rushing towards him, Lei showed no sign of tension. He chuckled lightly, and then his body turned into a puddle of liquid and merged into the floor.

Even though he knew that the other party was a wild wizard, the difference in strength between a mid-level wizard apprentice and a wild wizard was still significant.

Ron thought it wouldn't be easy to deal with this guy, but to his surprise, the other party dodged his attack so easily.

He used his mental energy to carefully sense every movement in the room, and he was now on high alert.

"On the ground?"

Suddenly, a wave of energy surged in my mind. Looking toward its source, I saw a shadow moving rapidly across the wooden floor, steadily approaching me.

"The old man has this trick up his sleeve?"

I wanted to use the panel to check the other party's status, but the usually reliable panel failed this time.

Or rather, it cannot detect things that are invisible to the naked eye.

But when he was ambushed by Lowens at the academy last time, the situation was similar, and he was able to see the other party's information through the panel. Why can't he do it this time?

Without time to think, seeing that the panel couldn't provide him with any target information, Ron immediately used the last spell he had learned.

The Eye of Truth.

Magic gathered in his eyes, forming a simple rune, and then a flash of light appeared.

An interesting scene unfolded:

An old man was crawling on the ground like a snake, moving at great speed, rapidly approaching in my direction.

Seeing this, Ron quickly sketched out another rune in his mind.

Secondary Low-Energy Fireball.

A flame ignited in his hand and flew towards the "old maggot" at an extremely fast speed.

Just in case, he took out a scroll he had prepared beforehand from his pocket, activated the activation rune on it with magic, and pointed it at Lai, who had just crawled out of the shadows.

"How did you find out...?"

"null!"

Before the old man could finish speaking, a burst of magical energy struck him, leaving a large hole in his chest surrounded by sizzling, oily flesh.

"Bang!" The body fell to the ground, lifeless.

"A wild wizard is just a wild wizard. He's ignorant and doesn't even know how to detect witchcraft. But I wonder where his shadow stealth-type witchcraft came from."

While thinking, Ron didn't forget to finish off the corpse. He carefully took his knight's sword and went forward to give the corpse a full-body acupuncture treatment before daring to touch it.

To his surprise:

[Exposure to pollutants and highly toxic substances results in physical pollution +2% and mental pollution +0.1%]

His face darkened as he looked at his right hand fingers, which had turned black. He hadn't expected the old man to have this trick up his sleeve; he had been careless.

However, after sensing the spread of toxins within his body, he stopped paying attention and instead quickened his movements as he touched the corpse.

They searched his entire body but found nothing.

Just as he was considering whether to touch that spot, he suddenly noticed a small bulge on the clothes he had tossed aside.

Ron's eyes lit up, and he immediately took the garment, tore open the fabric with stitch marks, and a small bag appeared in his hand.

"This is?"

As if he had just thought of something, his expression suddenly lit up with surprise, and he poured his mental and magical power into it.

"As expected, a storage bag."

He muttered to himself as he used his mental energy to examine the contents of the container.

The grayish-white bag looks small and inconspicuous, but it has about three cubic meters of space inside.

Scattered inside were fourteen magic stones, nearly a hundred books, a few crystal balls, and some low-value magical energy materials.

"This thing probably doesn't belong to the old man."

Ron estimated the value of everything, including the three-cubic-meter storage bag. Such a large fortune was definitely not something a mere wild wizard with the strength of a mid-level wizard apprentice could possess.

Thinking of this, he felt even more excited.

If this thing doesn't belong to that old man, doesn't that mean it's most likely the legacy of a senior wizard?

"Mr. Ron, are you alright?"

A soft voice came from outside, bringing him back to his senses. He looked at the corpse with "flesh buds" growing on the ground, burned it to ashes with a fire in his hand, and then opened the door.

As soon as Lillian, who was standing at the door, saw him, her worried face immediately relaxed.

Before she could even speak, the boy had already walked past her and left.

"This place is not safe to stay any longer. Let's find somewhere else to stay tonight."

"Oh, oh, okay."

Lillian stared blankly at the boy who had already reached the hotel exit for a moment before snapping back to reality and solemnly agreeing with him.

As soon as Ron stepped out, a bottle of potion appeared in his hand. He hadn't had time to drink it earlier because he was in a hurry to loot the corpse, but now that things were over, he naturally wanted to detoxify himself.

Fortunately, the old man was not very knowledgeable and was reluctant to spend money, so he only bought ordinary poison.

If the poison he applied to his body tonight had been stronger, I might have actually been killed.

This also served as a reminder to Ron that this world is inherently ruthless, and that one must use the utmost malice to speculate about others in order to avoid falling into traps.

"Mr. Ron, are you injured?"

Seeing his actions, Lillian was startled and immediately asked, after all, this was related to her, so she couldn't help but worry.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury, it'll be fine in a bit. By the way, we can't keep those horses anymore; I suspect they used them to get to us."

"Okay, you make the decision."

In fact, Ron was overthinking it. The old man, Ray, was confident in his strength. After finding them with the people from the stronghold, he chose to act alone in order not to cause too much of a commotion.

He told the others to wait for him outside the city, but now that he's dead, how can he expect those who were coerced to avenge him?

Of course, these are things to follow.

Ron and Lillian found another hotel to stay in, and this time, to prevent the previous incident from happening again, they only booked one room.

Two days later, nothing else happened.