Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

"Requirements? What requirements?"

Although Visia was eager to learn extraordinary knowledge, her good upbringing prevented her from agreeing immediately. Instead, she decided to ask what the requirements were first.

Looking at the porcelain doll-like girl before him, Ron felt a surge of admiration. With a smile, he conveyed his request through their mental connection:

"It's very simple, beautiful lady. I just need some basic necessities. Of course, if possible, it would be best if you could also find me a place to stay."

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

"Okay, I agree. So, can you teach me extraordinary knowledge now?"

"Of course not, our deal isn't finalized yet. What if I teach you extraordinary knowledge and then deny it afterwards?"

"Alright then, come back with me first. Once we get to my house, you can teach me then, right?"

Ron smiled and nodded; the little girl in front of him was quite interesting.

The reason why Visia agreed so readily was because, in her opinion, the so-called daily necessities would not cost much money at all, and as for the house, she was not worried that this wild man would run away when he moved into her house.

As for the potential dangers, she had already weighed them in her mind.

If there weren't security measures in place at home, she certainly wouldn't have invited a stranger to her house so casually.

Just as the two were each harboring their own secrets, a voice called out from the nearby bushes: "Miss, Miss, where are you?"

"Oh no, Mr. Savage, I ran out of the camp by myself today to get some fresh air, and my parents must be looking for me now."

The moment Visia heard the voice, her face immediately showed anxiety. She looked at Ron in front of her and spoke in her mental sea.

Ron nodded, indicating that he understood, and then said gently:

"In that case, I'll go back with you."

"But, you're like this..."

Before the girl could finish speaking, Ron understood her meaning. He smiled mysteriously at the girl and pointed to the shadow at her feet:

"It's alright, I can hide in your shadow."

"Hidden in my shadow?"

Visia looked at him in surprise, seemingly unable to believe that he could do such a thing. Ron had no intention of explaining to her, and directly used the magic power in his body to elementalize his body and merge it into the surrounding shadow energy particles.

Then, with a teleportation, he entered the shadow beneath the girl's feet.

"what!"

Upon seeing this, Visia gasped, then, as if realizing something, her face suddenly flushed, and her eyes filled with a hazy, spring-like allure:

"Mr. Savage...can we...can we change it...?"

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by an anxious woman's voice: "Miss, you're here! You scared me to death! I thought something had happened to you."

The maid who had just heard the noise and came looking at her mistress's flushed face and dazed eyes was immediately startled: "What's wrong, Miss? Are you alright? Don't scare me."

"No, it's nothing. I just ran a little too fast."

"Miss, Master and Madam have told you not to run around, why are you still disobeying? You know what's been happening lately..."

"Okay, okay, stop talking. I know, you keep repeating yourself, it's so annoying."

"If Miss doesn't want to hear it, then I won't say it, but..."

"No buts, go back quickly, otherwise Father and Mother will worry."

Visia was afraid that if she stayed any longer, the woman in front of her would see through her, so she blushed and quickly pulled her towards the camp, thinking to herself as they walked:

"Mr. Savage probably didn't do it on purpose, right? He wouldn't be peeking, would he?"

As her mind wandered, her face grew increasingly rosy.

"Just as I thought, the energy particle activity in this world is more than one energy level higher than in the Wizarding World."

At this moment, Ron, who was hiding in the girl's shadow, naturally didn't peek at her, just as she had guessed. However, if Ron knew that Visia was making up stories about him, he would probably take a look no matter what.

You can't let someone falsely accuse you for no reason, can you?

"The exact increase is still unknown, but it will most likely exceed the level of advanced wizard apprentice."

Feeling the rate at which his own magic was being consumed, Ron roughly estimated in his mind the huge differences between this world and the wizarding world.

The result he obtained immediately startled him:

The difference in energy particle activity is nearly tenfold.

To use a simple analogy, if he used a low-level fireball spell in the wizarding world, the mana cost would be one unit, and the power would also be one unit. However, in this world, due to the high activity of energy particles in the surrounding environment...

The amount of magic power he consumes will decrease, but the power he generates will increase, and the multiplier will be tenfold.

In other words, when he uses a normal fireball spell in this world, he only needs to consume one-tenth of the magic power he used before, but the power is ten times greater.

This effect also applies to the use of other forms of witchcraft.

For example, the [Shadow Serpent - Mimicry Stealth] spell that Ron is currently casting has reduced its energy consumption to a minimum.

He felt that if he didn't use any other magic and simply maintained this shadow stealth state, with his magical power, he could hide in the shadows for a whole day without any problem.

Before Ron could even enjoy his moment, a thought suddenly struck him:

"If that's the case, doesn't that mean the competition for this assessment has become even fiercer?"

After all, stronger firepower naturally leads to greater intensity of war and more casualties; this principle will never change.

Thinking about this made Ron feel heavier.

"Forget it, let's just take it one step at a time."

......

On the other side, Visia had just returned to the camp and was planning to talk to the savage under her feet about getting him out of her shadow. Unfortunately, before she could even speak, her parents called her over.

The girl blushed and stomped her foot, but she really had no reason to refuse.

Thus, this scene unfolded in the camp: the accompanying maids, guards, and even the coachmen watched as their usually optimistic and cheerful young lady appeared to be ill, her legs clenched together, walking with a limp.

When asked if she was sick, the girl just blushed and kept saying she was fine.

Although everyone found it strange, they really couldn't say much.

Visia was being stared at by everyone with strange looks, and her already slightly rosy cheeks now looked just like a ripe apple.

A wave of heat surged through my body, and the discomfort of walking with my legs clamped together grew stronger.

"Vicia, what's wrong with you?"

Earl Hobert, inside the tent, looked at his precious daughter who had just entered, his eyes narrowed, and he asked in a serious tone.