Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

"Hello, Mr. Ron, I am the commander of the city's defense forces, Kadir Anderson."

"Hello, Mr. Kadir."

"We just heard a lot of noise coming from your place, it seems like there are criminals causing trouble. Can you tell me what happened?"

Ron glanced at the young man standing before him, who appeared to be a few years older than himself, and smiled.

"Of course, I'd be happy to cooperate with your work."

"You are more reasonable than most wizards I have ever met, Mr. Ron. Thank you very much for your help."

After inviting the other party into the living room, he asked a servant to make tea before telling the young city garrison commander what had just happened:

"Mr. Kadir, it's like this, I just returned from outside recently, and then..."

"What a despicable act, Mr. Ron. Rest assured, we will investigate this matter thoroughly."

Ron carefully observed the other person's expression and, after confirming that he wasn't just being perfunctory, he became quite curious. When he first met the other person, he had checked the panel and found that this Mr. Kadir was just an ordinary person, at most having reached the so-called high-level knight level in terms of physical attributes.

Logically speaking, even if a normal person isn't afraid of the wizard's eeriness, they should still be wary after hearing about this.

This guy is quite interesting. He said with a righteous expression that he would definitely investigate to the end, but that's only slightly interesting.

Ordinary people are not worth my attention.

His face remained smiling, and he spoke sincerely to the young man before him:

"Thank you so much, Mr. Kadir. As expected of the city lord who selected you as the commander of the city defense forces, your integrity and courage are truly admirable."

"Haha, Mr. Ron, you flatter me."

That's what he said, but looking at the other person's flushed face, he knew that this person had hit a nerve.

After seeing the other person off, Ron went straight back to his room.

When the light was turned on, the white mist from before had almost completely dissipated, but the air was still filled with the smell of sulfuric acid and rust.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, covered in fleshy sprouts and completely unrecognizable from its previous state, he frowned. A red flame flashed behind him and disappeared in the blink of an eye, before he pounced on the large pile of "flesh mushrooms" lying on the ground.

With a "whoosh," the flames seemed to grow larger as if facing the wind, instantly transforming from a tiny spark into a raging inferno.

Ron watched this scene with a blank expression, his heart unmoved.

Only after the flames gradually died down did he take action, walking to the wall and opening all the windows in the room until the room was well ventilated.

He then closed the window again, sat on the bed, closed his eyes, and began the meditation that had been abruptly interrupted.

......

In some unknown space, a middle-aged man gently sketches on paper with an oil paintbrush in his hand.

A vivid painting slowly appeared on the drawing board in front of him:

The charred floor, the pitted walls, and the faint blood-red mist in the air, combined with the boy sleeping peacefully on the bed, created an eerie yet beautiful scene.

"Faster!"

......

Half a year passed in the blink of an eye, and in the past six months, Ron has finally avoided encountering the same bizarre things as before.

This gave him a fairly long period of peaceful time to cultivate.

Or rather, this was the longest period of peace he had experienced since coming into this world.

Every day, besides cultivating, he would learn new knowledge or study the Moloch Firefeather Bird bloodline within his body, leading a fulfilling and peaceful life.

Aside from Lillian's occasional visits and the letters from Fiona and Adele that the academy frequently sent, there was no other interaction with her.

Adele, in particular, repeatedly expressed her dissatisfaction with his sudden departure in her letters, revealing her girlish emotions, which left him both amused and exasperated.

After that attack, Ron guessed the identities of those people, who were most likely from the academy's patrol office. However, after that incident, the other party seemed to give up and did not send anyone to deal with him again.

But he knew it was impossible.

If the other party were so easily persuaded, they wouldn't have repeatedly sent people to deal with me. In this situation, perhaps the person behind the scenes is trying to mislead me.

He will not let his guard down, no matter what.

Of course, he is much more confident now than when he first left the academy. After all these events and with the help of those "fortuitous encounters," his strength has now officially reached the level of a mid-level wizard apprentice.

Ron Seraphim

[Attributes: Constitution 5.43 (7.21 after bloodline activation), Spirit 5.44]

[Strength: Intermediate Wizard Apprentice]

[Skills: Basic Meditation, Eye of Truth, Wizard's Hand, Lesser Low-Energy Fireball, Fire Feather, Pyroblast, Lesser Fire Elemental Protection, High-Energy Fire Elemental Particle Impact...]

[Pollution Level: Physical 47.7%, Mental 3.41/5.44]

[Bloodline: Moroccan Firebird (Activation 28.4%)]

[The following measures are recommended to reduce mental pollution]

[Option 1: Increase the activation level of the Moroccan Firebird bloodline within the body; Option 2: Learn the Scarlet Eye Meditation Technique; Option 3...]

"Both physical fitness and mental strength have reached five points or above, and the pollution level has also remained at a normal level."

Looking at his current stats, Ron couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and security.

Strength gives you confidence; this principle applies to every world.

"There are about four months left until the freshman entrance re-examination. I estimate I will have to return to the college a month in advance. I really hope this period can go smoothly."

He couldn't help but think to himself that it felt really good to see himself steadily improve.

As for that so-called "gift of fate," he didn't want it at all. Not only was it dangerous, but there were also no guarantee what hidden dangers it might pose in the future.

Whenever he thinks about this, he can't help but want to explore the secrets within himself.

But reason always tells him to give up.

"Sir, Miss Lillian is here to see you again."

Just then, the old butler's voice came out, pulling him back to reality.

Ron frowned, unsure of what to say. Ever since he received the inheritance from Wizard Mel and returned, this man had been coming to see him from time to time, claiming it was to "thank you for saving my life."

But he could sense the faint affection that the other person occasionally revealed whenever they contacted him.

But seeing the other person's expression, he pretended not to know.

As for why I never explicitly refused the other person, it's because they always brought a "small gift" every time they came.

Seeing how sincere the other party was, he really couldn't refuse them.

"Okay, I understand. Tell her to wait a little while."

"Yes."