Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

"Mr. Ron, what's wrong?"

Upon hearing Leon's voice from ahead, Ron immediately snapped out of his daze and met those eyes that seemed to be both smiling and not smiling.

"Mr. Lyon, aren't you going to explain yourself to me now?"

His voice was cold, and his gaze was fixed on the old man in front of him, whose interface appeared before him:

Lyon Jeanne

Age: 83/114

[Attributes: Constitution 5.32, Spirit 8.26]

[Strength: Intermediate Wizard Apprentice]

[Pollution Level: Physical 72.29%, Mental 6.44/8.26]

[Comment: There seems to be some kind of strange modification happening to his body.]

The following measures are recommended to reduce pollution.

[Option 1: Take a mid-level energy potion made from Thousand-Eyed Demon Tree resin, high-purity magic oil, and other materials; Option 2: ......]

After confirming the other party's identity again, Ron secretly breathed a sigh of relief; at least things hadn't gotten to the worst point yet.

"Mr. Leon, you're not going to tell me you don't know about the Mechanical Cult, are you?"

Despite this, a nameless anger still rose in his heart. He hadn't forgotten what Lillian had told him on the way to Nurse City.

Three hundred years ago, a group of cultists calling themselves the "Cult of Machine God" came to Valantia to spread their doctrines. They were eventually dealt with by several wizarding colleges, and afterwards, all major wizarding organizations strictly prohibited the dissemination of anything related to them.

But now, what do I see?

Every word on the wall reveals that the person in front of them, and indeed the entire family, is inextricably linked to the legendary Cult of the Machine God.

Even if you have no connection with them, it's still uncomfortable to be dragged into this kind of thing for no reason.

"Mr. Ron, don't be angry. Let's go inside and see. Maybe you'll thank me later."

Thank you? Thank you for showing me this?

They want to drag me into this "rebellion"?

Ron thought to himself that this was "rebellion," after all, all the major wizarding organizations in Valantia strictly prohibited the dissemination of anything related to the so-called "Cult of the Machine God."

But looking at the murals on the surrounding walls, this old guy was either a remnant of that group of "cultists" or a fanatical follower.

If either of these two charges is proven, it would be enough to raze that family, and even the entire city of Nurs, to the ground.

Thinking about this, Ron began to worry.

What if I end up being dragged down by this guy? Will he listen to the explanation of a wizard apprentice with no connections?

Although I was completely unaware of the whole thing beforehand, what if word got out? Would they let me off the hook?

If Ron put himself in the shoes of a law enforcement officer, he would definitely "kill a thousand innocent people but let one guilty person go free" in this situation. This is not the rule-of-law society of his previous life, where any possibility of resurgence must be nipped in the bud as soon as possible.

To be honest, he suddenly felt a bit caught in a dilemma.

I'm reporting this guy because I'm worried the backlash might affect me.

But if you don't report it, and the other party is eventually caught, you will definitely be charged with "failure to report".

Moreover, having already come this far, he was truly unwilling to give up until he saw the secret the old man was talking about.

What should we do?

Thoughts flashed through Ron's mind, causing the temperature around him to fluctuate. Fire feathers flickered in and out of the void behind him, as if they were ready to fly out at any moment.

"Mr. Ron, I know what you're hesitating about. Don't worry, just come with me. In the end, you won't think about anything anymore."

Seemingly sensing his dilemma, the old man Lyon's voice came again.

His words were filled with an inexplicable tone.

After glancing at the other person, Ron finally made up his mind:

We'll see how things go.

Having made his decision, he breathed a sigh of relief, his expression returning to its usual calm, and everything around him returned to normal.

Seeing this, Leon smiled and turned to continue leading the way for him.

The passageway wasn't long, but Ron walked very slowly, not only to guard against possible attacks, but also because he was attracted by the murals on the walls.

The black and gold murals had a strange metallic texture under the firelight, and the stories recorded on them seemed like they never actually happened, not because the content was too mythical.

On the contrary, looking at everything described above, he only felt it was too bizarre.

The murals initially depicted a normal account, roughly saying that a large bird was born into the world, bringing the sun and light to humankind.

As they continued forward, they saw another group of figures in black robes on the mural. Ron guessed that these were wizards, or at the very least, extraordinary figures.

Many black-robed figures sat cross-legged around the large bird all day long, in postures similar to his usual meditation posture.

Later, the black-robed man sitting at the front seemed to have disappeared, and the nine black-robed men sitting behind him had a conflict and began to fight.

In the end, seven of them won, while the other two were killed and wounded.

The mural ends abruptly there, but looking at the obvious cracks on the wall, and considering the absence of the Mechanicus cult throughout, Ron guessed that there was clearly more to the story.

Just as he was pondering the content of the mural, a notification message suddenly popped up on the panel.

[You are contemplating the secrets of "God," physical pollution level +2%, mental pollution level +0.2]

"So, the stories depicted in that mural are all true events?"

Ron stared at the information on the panel and suddenly felt like he had discovered something incredible. But the more he thought about it, the faster the notifications kept flashing:

[You are contemplating the secrets of "God," physical pollution level +2%, mental pollution level +0.2]

......

The lines of glowing red text appeared before his eyes, causing him to immediately pull back his wandering thoughts and dare not continue thinking. Fortunately, he was a wizard with strong mental control; otherwise, he might have been finished today.

On the other side, Leon looked at Ron, who was standing at the entrance of the secret room, and wondered what he was doing.

"Mr. Ron, is there a problem with those murals?"

No, no.

Ron didn't know how to explain his behavior, so he could only give a perfunctory answer. He was a little puzzled. Logically speaking, this old guy Leon had been in contact with this mural for quite some time, so why did it still look fine now?

Is the pollution mentioned above only targeting ourselves?

"Mr. Lyon, this mural of yours is quite nice. How long has it been here?"

He asked questions while pretending to be curious, and then used the detection panel to check the information on the mural in front of him.

"Oh, this is it. It was here when I took over the family business from my father. It's probably several hundred years old."

"I see."

Ron nodded thoughtfully. The panel showed that it was just an ordinary wall.

......