Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

"Mrs. Lillian, please have some self-respect!"

Ron stared blankly at the woman in front of him, her face flushed with desire and her eyes glazed over, his tone turning cold.

"Ron, don't worry, Kadir won't know. And even if he did, he wouldn't say anything."

"Is this the other part of the 'gift' you mentioned?"

As the woman opposite spoke, she began to flirt and pose, pinching here and lifting there, half-concealing and half-revealing—she was quite the schemer.

"Mr. Ron, I don't understand what you mean. Am I not good-looking?"

Her words were full of flirtation, but she wouldn't answer his question.

Seeing this, Ron suddenly felt something was off. The woman standing in front of him seemed a little different from the Lillian he remembered.

At this thought, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he immediately activated the detection panel to begin investigating the true identity of the person before him:

Lillian Jeanne (Soul Silent)

Age: 24/86

[Attributes: Constitution 1.36, Spirit 3.03]

[Strength: Novice Wizard Apprentice]

[Pollution Level: Physical 12.04%, Mental 1.12/3.03]

[Evaluation: The power of destiny is gathering within her; perhaps this makes her a suitable experimental subject for a wizard on the side of destiny. (There seems to be another person residing within her.)]

[The following measures are recommended to reduce body contamination.]

Option 1: ......

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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: ......]

Looking at the information that appeared on the panel, and recalling the old man Leon's wrinkled and bearded face, as well as the series of actions the woman in front of him had taken, Ron felt a sense of nausea well up inside him.

"That old bastard..."

Fearing he might reveal a flaw, he grabbed the five magic stones from the table without a word and headed upstairs, shouting as he did so:

"Jules, see the guest out."

Jules was the old butler's name. After following Ron downstairs, he stood guard outside the door, determined not to let anyone disturb the two inside.

Upon hearing Ron's words, he immediately pushed open the door and walked in.

Coincidentally, as soon as he entered the house, he saw Lillian getting dressed. He glanced at the woman with her bare shoulders with a strange look, then looked at Ron, who was going upstairs with a sullen face, and a bad feeling immediately popped into his mind.

He quickly shook his head, trying to shake these random thoughts out of his mind.

With his eyes lowered, he respectfully walked to Lillian's side, bowed, and said softly, "Madam, please come with me."

As he spoke, he gestured with his right hand, indicating that the other person should walk in that direction.

Lillian had just finished dressing when she glanced at Ron, who was going upstairs, with amusement. She smiled, said nothing, and followed the old butler's directions to leave.

As soon as Lillian stepped out of the house and into the carriage, two voices appeared in her mind. If Ron were here, he would probably be able to immediately tell who the owners of the two voices were.

"Grandfather, what have you done to my body?"

"Heh, I was just trying to see if I could get some Morok Firefeather Bird seeds from that kid. Too bad, he's quite principled. Sigh, I guess I'll have to try other ways."

......

Ron stood on the balcony watching the carriage gradually disappear into the distance, his face extremely grim.

If it weren't for my strong will and the help of my senior and Adele, I don't know what kind of tricks that old man would have done to me.

This world is indeed full of pitfalls.

"Damn old man, you just wait."

He cursed inwardly and continued his cultivation in the room.

In the following days, Ron did not see anyone again, and he politely declined all those who came to him with various excuses.

Since that day, no one from that family has come looking for him again, which has allowed his life to return to peace and quiet.

Every day consisted of cultivation, reading, and practicing witchcraft. Whenever he had time, he would write down everything he had seen in Nurs City on a file, and that was considered completing his academy assignment.

Of course, there are some things he was destined never to write.

For example, obtaining the legacy of Wizard Mel, or the deal with that old bastard Lyon. If I were to write these things down, the consequences would be unpredictable.

Four months passed quietly in his daily busyness.

That day, Ron, who was conducting a bloodline stability test in the laboratory, was staring intently at the red liquid flowing in the test tube.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a vibration coming from my body.

Ron frowned at first, then as if he had thought of something, he quickly put down the test tube in his hand and took out a ring from his pocket.

He channeled his inner magic into it, and immediately a screen of light emerged from it.

This ring is actually the academy's identification document. Every year, students who pass the re-examination and officially join the academy can receive one from the office.

Of course, you don't necessarily have to be a formal student to have this. For example, the one Ron is holding now is a necessary item for long-term missions, so that the academy can contact him.

At that moment, looking at the line of words on the screen in front of him, a smile immediately appeared on his face:

"Finally, I can go back."

That's right, this message came from the academy, and it consisted of only one sentence: [Nurs City garrison mission complete. Return to the academy to register after the handover is complete.]

Ron kept recalling everything that had happened in the nearly one year since he left the academy.

One can't help but exclaim: I'm so lucky to be alive!

Although he gained a lot along the way, he encountered even more danger. If it weren't for the help of his detection panel and the mysterious "Messenger of Fate" aura, he suspected he might have died on the way here.

"Thankfully, it's all over now."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but mention the mastermind behind his escape. Ron was always worried that the mastermind might continue to send people to hunt him down like before.

However, he seemed to have been forgotten during the previous six months and these past four months.

They never encountered anyone resembling the group from the Academy's patrol office again, and there wasn't even another assassination attempt.

Actually, this is all thanks to those two guys who escaped last time, the night he was assassinated after returning from obtaining the legacy of Wizard Mel.

The two who had escaped would definitely be dealt with again by Virens of the Patrol Department once they returned to the academy.

However, those two were afraid of being retaliated against by Velens afterward, so they chose to defect from the Tower of the Red Moon.

This resulted in Virens receiving the news much later. When he tried to deal with Ron, he encountered a crucial moment in the promotion of the person behind him, and couldn't get away from it. This allowed him to get through these ten months relatively smoothly.

Therefore, sometimes a small fluctuation in fate can lead to a completely different future.

"Let's pack our things first. This time, it's all or nothing when we go back."

Thinking about this, Ron felt both nervous and excited, and his whole body began to be in a state of excitement.

He had been preparing for this day for far too long.

three days later.

Sitting in the carriage, watching the bustling streets of Nurse, Ron's thoughts had already drifted to the distant red moon.

"Yes."

The faint voice disappeared into the dust in the air with the flow of people, drifting in all directions.