Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

As soon as Ron returned to his residence, the old butler immediately came to greet him: "Sir, you're back."

"Yes, I'll be very busy during this period, so please don't bother me unless it's something particularly important."

"If someone comes looking for you, should we let you know?"

"No need, just refuse them all."

"Understood."

After instructing the old butler on the arrangements for the coming period, Ron quickly returned to his bedroom and closed the door tightly.

"Phew~ Damn it, isn't there a single normal person in this place?"

Recalling the scene when he had spoken with that old man Lyon, Ron felt a surge of irritation. He took a deep breath, suppressed the irritation, and regained his usual calm.

"There are still four months left. I don't know what will happen when I go back to the academy. I need to hurry."

Having made up his mind, he would not leave his residence for the rest of the time, no matter what happened.

While thinking about these things, Ron took out the knowledge crystal that recorded the legacy of mechanical wizards from his storage bag.

He stared intently at the crystal ball, pondering how much of what that old man Lyon had said to him was true or false.

As for completely trusting the other party? That's impossible.

After all, this old guy is so crazy, yet he keeps putting on airs and acting mysterious. It would be truly foolish to believe him.

Now that he has the bloodline of a wizard and a cheat code, he is confident that he can complete the entire wizard apprenticeship without relying on any external forces.

In that case, there's no need to risk learning this mechanical wizard's legacy.

Moreover, we don't even know if that old guy dug a pit inside.

The risks and rewards are disproportionate; this is not something a qualified wizard should do.

With this in mind, he immediately made a decision, put the knowledge crystal back into his storage bag, and walked straight towards the bed:

"meditation."

The next day, while he was in his room reviewing the knowledge about bloodline wizards that he had brought from the academy, he was suddenly interrupted by a crisp knock on the door.

"Sir, Madam Lillian...is here to see you."

The old butler's voice came from outside, and there seemed to be a strange undertone to it.

Ron frowned upon hearing this:

"Lillian? What does she want with me? It's only the second day of our marriage. Isn't it a bit too hasty for her to come and ask me questions?"

For some reason, he suddenly recalled descriptions of the lives of nobles in medieval Western European feudal society from his history books from his previous life:

There was no affection between aristocratic couples; they each did their own thing...

"Tell her I have something to do and won't be seeing any visitors for a while."

Banishing these strange thoughts from his mind, Ron calmly instructed the old butler outside the door.

He hadn't gotten over the mess Lyon had made of him yesterday, and he didn't want to have anything to do with this family anymore. Besides, she was a married woman now, and if the two of them met in private, it would have a really bad influence if word got out.

He's only a fifteen-year-old boy right now.

"I just spoke with Mrs. Lillian, but she said she has something very important to tell you and insists that you meet with her."

"not see."

Ron's voice took on a cold tone; he didn't have much patience to talk to his "enemy."

That's right. After what happened last night, he has already labeled the entire Rangna family as hostile.

Regardless of their past personal relationship, or even if the other party was completely unaware of his grandfather's actions, in Ron's eyes, anyone who infringed upon his interests was, regardless of the circumstances, on his side.

Since that's the case, there's no need to give them face.

Perhaps it's because he's been in this world for so long that even Ron himself didn't realize that his personality seemed to have become a bit extreme. But that's not so bad, is it?

Just as he was about to continue reading, the old butler's voice came again:

"Sir, Lady Lillian said she would pay you five magic stones as a reward."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ron closed the book in his hand, slowly got up, and walked towards the door.

Pushing open the door, I saw an old man waiting cautiously outside, his back hunched over, as if my tone of voice had frightened him and he was afraid that continuing to relay the message would anger me.

But what choice do servants have?

Ron didn't care what the other person was thinking. He closed the door and casually said, "Let's go see Ms. Lillian."

"Yes."

Seeing that his expression was relatively normal, the old butler breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had been granted a pardon, and quickly followed behind.

Upon entering the living room, I saw Lillian sitting in the same ladylike posture as before. The only difference was the increased maturity she exuded.

At this moment, the woman was sitting on the sofa, holding an exquisite teacup in her hand, sipping the tea inside.

Upon seeing him approach, a smile immediately spread across her face. She placed the cup back on the table, stood up, and said with a smile, "Ron, it's really not easy to see you."

"Hehe, Mrs. Lillian, after all, you are now married to Mr. Kadir, so you should be mindful of the impact."

As the saying goes, one cannot hit a smiling face. Although he was completely unmoved, Ron still wore a smile and spoke in the same tone as before.

"How hypocritical I am."

He couldn't help but mutter to himself while continuing to exchange pleasantries with Lillian in front of him.

"Hahaha, Ron, you used to call me 'Miss,' how come you're calling me 'Madam' today?"

Upon hearing his address, the other person immediately covered their mouth and chuckled softly, their tone reproachful.

Ron smiled without saying a word, simply watching the other person quietly.

"Alright, alright, don't be so serious. I'm here today on behalf of my grandfather. He told me this morning that you two had a little argument last night, and he specifically asked me to come and apologize to you."

"Heh, the gift isn't just those five magic stones, is it?"

That's only part of it.

"Oh, there's more?"

"certainly."

Upon hearing his question, Ron's face immediately showed curiosity. It wasn't that he intended to reconcile with that old man Leon, but rather that he couldn't figure out the other party's background and wasn't confident in dealing with him.

Otherwise, he would have made his move yesterday in the secret room; he wouldn't have waited until now.

As for whether he would feel burdened when taking action after accepting these things, he felt that he probably wouldn't.

Only good people have psychological burdens.

Ron didn't consider himself a good person in any way, so he felt perfectly justified in accepting the benefits...

Just as he was thinking about these things, Lillian, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly stood up, and the clothes that were originally on her fell off with her movement.

Inside was...completely naked?

Ron, who originally thought he was a bad guy, suddenly felt that he wasn't bad enough after seeing this scene. At least, when faced with this scene, his first reaction was not to pounce on them, but to involuntarily think of Fiona and Adele.

"I feel like I can't compare to my senior and Adele."