Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

"Master~"

Hearing the somewhat disgusting voice of the burly man in front of him, Ron couldn't help but get goosebumps.

"You don't need to call me that, it makes me feel nauseous. Just call me Young Master normally."

Tuva looked at the slightly thin boy in front of him, feeling extremely aggrieved. But now he was at the mercy of others, and this was the only way he could survive: "Yes, young master."

As for why the two ended up in this improper relationship, it all started when Ron left the site of the Wizard Mel's legacy.

He found it somewhat amusing that the Tuva lord had appeared right after he emerged from the ruins.

As luck would have it, the moment he saw the other person, he sensed a shared aura emanating from them.

It was a sense of familiarity that came from one's bloodline.

Of course, it's impossible for the two of them to have some kind of blood relationship. The only possibility is that this city lord is also a bloodline wizard.

Moreover, the bloodline within its body is its own inferior bloodline of the same origin.

As for why it is a lower-ranking bloodline, it is naturally because its attributes are not worthy of comparison with its own.

The opponent's strength was that of a mid-level wizard apprentice, but his physique was inferior to his own. This clearly showed that the opponent's bloodline strength was not as good as his own.

From Mel's memories of the bloodline of the Morlock Firebird, there was one thing that left a deep impression on Ron.

That is, the Molok Firebird and its lower-blooded birds (such as the Red Flame Firebird) are all social birds, and the two natural attributes of command and obedience are deeply engraved in their genes.

When he learned this, he immediately thought of the weakness of his bloodline: when facing a superior bloodline, he was easily manipulated by the other party.

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However, this shortcoming is not insurmountable, but...

Ron glanced at the middle-aged man in front of him again, then shook his head. He wasn't in a hurry to remove this flaw for the time being.

And this is the direct reason why he was able to subdue this Tuva city lord:

Bloodline suppression force.

The moment this guy saw him, he started spewing trash talk without restraint. Ron couldn't stand it, so he directly used the power of the Morok Fire Rain Bird bloodline within him.

Then this guy just knelt down with his eyes wide open. After a struggle with his mind, that's when the scene just now happened.

What bloodline flows through your veins?

Ron was somewhat curious. This Tuva city lord seemed to have some background. After all, how could a normal wild wizard have the opportunity to embark on the path of a bloodline wizard?

"Young Master, I possess the bloodline of the Darkfire Raven, which is one of the lower races of the Morok Firefeather Bird."

"How do you know that I have the bloodline of the Moroccan Firebird within me?"

He looked at the respectful middle-aged man in front of him, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he asked in a slightly cold tone.

I'm not afraid of outsiders finding out about this. Anyway, as long as I participate in the college's re-examination, it will definitely be discovered, so it's no big deal.

But the news absolutely cannot be spread so soon; it must be done at least until he has had a good grasp of what he has gained from this trip.

Therefore, he began to harbor a murderous intent towards this Tuva city lord.

"Young master, actually my ancestor was a student of Wizard Mel after he came here. He was also a student of the Red Moon Tower at the time, and he met Mr. Mel when he came here to guard the area."

"Although the gentleman never acknowledged his student status, he did provide my ancestor with a year's worth of assistance here."

"It was this help that enabled my ancestor to successfully advance from a hopeless novice wizard apprentice to a senior wizard apprentice, and to obtain the administration of Nurs City from the apprenticeship, settling down here to protect what Mr. Mel left behind."

"That 'Phoenix Emblem' was also given to my ancestor by Mr. Mel, and it has been passed down to me ever since."

"The reason we know about the Moloch Firefeather Bird bloodline in your body, young master, is because it was recorded in the notes left by our ancestors. It is highly likely that you have inherited the legacy of Wizard Mel."

After listening to the other person's description, Ron gradually understood.

Why did the other party keep monitoring him after selling the "Phoenix Mark" and follow him here?

If that's the case, then everything makes sense. But then he had some doubts: why would the other party sell this thing?

Since he had a question in his mind, he couldn't keep it to himself, so he immediately asked it. The Tuva lord seemed to have known he was going to ask that, and immediately replied with a smile:

"Young master, actually, when my ancestor passed away, he left a message for his descendants."

"What?"

"Mr. Mel's legacy carries a sense of destiny. Do not try to find it, or fate will bestow upon you the heaviest curse."

Upon hearing this, Ron froze on the spot.

Destiny, fate?

The middle-aged man continued talking to himself, "It's not like no one in our family has tried to find this person's legacy before. After all, it's the legacy of a formal wizard, even one close to the second ring. Who wouldn't be tempted?"

"And then?"

"And then? Of course they failed, and they paid a heavy price for it. To this day, the entire Sog family is reduced to just me."

"So you were worried that you would be cursed by fate like those before you, which is why you sold that 'Phoenix Mark'?"

"Worried? No, no, no. Since I've chosen the path of a wizard, I'm prepared to die. Selling that thing is just to find the 'right person'."

Hearing this, Ron finally understood the whole story and the cause and effect of the matter.

But just as he was about to ask something more, he suddenly noticed something was wrong with the person in front of him.

Tuva had his head down, his body was swaying, and he seemed to be spitting something out of his mouth.

"Your Excellency Tuva? Tuva?"

Ron called out twice, but received no response. His eyes narrowed as he recalled the change in the guy's tone when they spoke earlier. He opened the panel, hoping to find something out:

Tuva Sog (Mutant - Keeper of the Secrets)

【age:???】

[Attributes: Constitution 5.26, Spirit 0.01]

[Strength: Intermediate Wizard Apprentice (Physical)]

[Pollution level: Physical 66.7% (continuously rising...), Mental ???]

[Comment: Some secrets, once spread, will have no effect, but if overheard by certain people, they will have a different impact. Fate hates it when people talk about their secrets behind its back.]

There are currently no available solutions to reduce the target contamination.

Ron stared at these things, his eyes wide, muttering in disbelief:

"It's fate again..."