Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

"I now declare the wedding of Miss Lillian and Mr. Cadir officially commenced."

Ron sat in the audience, watching the host reading the proclamation, feeling quite fascinated.

This was the first time he had attended a banquet of this kind since he came to this world. The entire process was completely different from the weddings he had seen in his previous life.

Because of the general lack of religious faith in this world, the profession of priest does not exist. Therefore, the wedding is officiated by respected elders in the region, and people generally believe that this method can bring good blessings to the newlyweds.

Furthermore, in order to ensure that the bride can have a stable and healthy married life after marrying into the groom's family, the wedding must be held at the bride's home.

All the guests present will witness the vows made by both parties, and if either party breaks them, they will be condemned by everyone.

Ron, however, felt that such superficial gestures would not provide any real help to their marriage.

Despite not understanding, he was still happy to offer his blessings to the two people gazing lovingly at each other, because everyone wants good things to happen, right?

"Mr. Ron, what are you doing here?"

Just as he was curiously watching the two people embracing and kissing on the stage, a familiar voice came from behind him.

Looking back, it was that old man Lyon.

"I prefer to be alone. Did Mr. Lyon need something?"

Although he had guessed the other party's intentions, Ron decided to listen to what they had to say first. He immediately smiled and asked in return.

"Haha, is that so? I just saw you were here all alone and I was worried you'd be bored, so I came over to check on you and also wanted to chat with such an outstanding young person like you."

The old Earl of Lyon seemed to know nothing, casually chatting with him about random things.

Ron wasn't in a hurry. Since the other party had approached him first, he couldn't be the one to speak first under any circumstances.

The main reason is that he now has the strength and confidence. Otherwise, he certainly wouldn't be as composed as he is now if it were before.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while until Lillian and Kadir finished their ceremony, at which point they stopped.

The other party seemed to have realized his determination not to speak, and immediately stopped trying to get to the bottom of things.

He smiled, looked at the boy seriously, and asked, "Mr. Ron, you must have taken away the legacy of Wizard Mel, right?"

Although the words were a question, the tone conveyed a sense of certainty.

Ron's smile gradually faded as he pondered the other party's intention in asking the question: Did they want a share of the profits? Or did they have some other motive?

He didn't care much about inheritance. As long as it didn't harm his own interests, it was acceptable to use some inexpensive knowledge to silence the other party. After all, this kind of knowledge was replicable, and there was no need to put himself in danger because of it.

But the worst-case scenario is that the old man in front of me is insatiable and wants to use this information to threaten me. In that case, a fight would be inevitable.

A series of thoughts flashed through his mind, but he neither admitted nor denied what the other person had said.

Silence is the best answer.

"Heh, Mr. Ron, are you wondering how I found out about this?"

Looking up into the other person's eyes, it was clear that they were right; I really did want to know the answer to that question.

The old Earl of Lyon smiled but said nothing, glancing around at the two of them before turning and slowly walking in one direction. Ron immediately understood the old man's meaning and followed behind him.

As they walked, he realized that the two of them had left the banquet hall and were heading in another direction.

The number of people around them dwindled, and a breeze blew through the corridor, casting their shadows in the flickering candlelight.

Upon seeing this, Ron immediately stopped and asked indifferently:

"Mr. Lyon, where are you taking me?"

At the same time, his muscles tensed, and as his magic surged, crimson fire feathers appeared in the void behind him. His vertical golden pupils stared unblinkingly at his opponent, ready to strike at the slightest sign of trouble.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Ron, just follow me."

The old count didn't seem surprised at all by his reaction; his smile remained unchanged, and he continued to speak to him in a gentle tone.

But Ron didn't believe any of this nonsense. After experiencing so much, his vigilance was already at its highest.

If the other party cannot produce evidence that he can believe, he will never continue to follow this guy, even if the information is leaked.

Seeing his resolute attitude, the old man Lyon was somewhat helpless.

She rubbed her bald forehead, looked at him, and said, "Alright, alright, look at this."

As he spoke, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a beautifully designed, antique-looking emblem, which he then showed to him.

The moment Ron saw this thing, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and his originally vertical golden pupils instantly returned to their green, round shape. The fiery feathers that had been poised to strike behind him also disappeared.

Phoenix Crest

[Rank: Zero Ring]

[Pollution level: +0.0001/day (user)]

[Evaluation: This is an identity certificate from the bloodline wizard organization "The Phoenix's Nest." You have already received the inheritance left by the original owner. Even without this certificate, you can become a member of "The Phoenix's Nest."]

No modifications are recommended.

"The Phoenix Crest? How come you have that?"

Indeed, the item in the other party's hand was the Phoenix Emblem he had seen and even used before, and the panel information also confirmed its authenticity.

This left Ron quite surprised, after all, his emblem had already disappeared during the bloodline modification process.

Even after he searched again, he still couldn't find it.

But now, this familiar emblem has suddenly reappeared before his eyes, which cannot help but surprise him.

"Mr. Ron, don't see me as your imaginary enemy. We should be friends."

The old man Lyon didn't answer his question, but just said helplessly, while shrugging his hands to indicate that he meant no harm.

"Mr. Ron, I know you have many questions. Please believe me, come with me to a place where you will find the answers you seek."

After saying this, the other person carefully put the Phoenix Emblem into their pocket and turned around to walk back in the previous direction.

Ron stood there hesitating for a few seconds.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he immediately followed.

After walking through a long corridor, the two arrived at a room decorated in a somewhat feminine style.

"Remember what I wrote on the invitation? This is Lillian's room; they'll be staying here tonight."

Ron glanced at Leon standing beside him, somewhat puzzled, wondering why the other man would offer such an explanation; it seemed rather inexplicable.

Leon smiled, pretending not to see his confusion, and without explaining, pushed open the door and walked straight in.

Upon entering the room, Ron found that it contained only ordinary furniture, no different from a typical girl's room.

"It's a little cleaner than my senior's room."

Such a thought popped into his mind for no reason, but he immediately dismissed it.

The old count still offered no explanation, but silently went to the corner. As he placed his hands on the huge floor vase there, a dark underground passage appeared before the two of them.

After casually saying "Follow me," he took the lead and walked downstairs.

Since Ron had already made up his mind, he wouldn't back down now and followed the other person down the tunnel.

As soon as he came down, his gaze was drawn to the large, sharply defined characters on the surrounding walls:

"Flesh and blood are weak and feeble, machines are immortal!!!"