Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Ron didn't say anything more, and silently took out a large crucible from his storage bag.

"Miss Visia, now just follow my instructions to brew the potion. Remember, don't be nervous, or all your efforts will be wasted."

As the girl listened to his serious words, the excitement on her face gradually faded, replaced by earnestness.

"Understood, Mr. Ron. Let's begin."

Seeing the serious expression on the girl's face, Ron didn't waste any more words and directly instructed Visia according to the ninth sequence of his memory [Knowledge Path] - The Scholar's Potion Recipe:

"One purplish-blue herb, wait until it has completely dissolved in the water, then add..."

Indeed, after his guidance and explanation of the pros and cons of extraordinary paths, the girl ultimately chose the path of the scholar, sequence nine of the [Knowledge Path] series.

In her own words, this road was meant to make it easier for her to deal with Count and Countess Hobart in the future.

Ron was also speechless at the other party's amazing thought process.

It should be noted that, according to the information he obtained, the Scholar profession, which is the ninth in the Knowledge Path sequence, is weak in combat in the early stages, but it provides the greatest boost to mental power among all professions.

Moreover, this advantage can even be maintained into the later stages.

If Ron hadn't been worried that this otherworldly cultivation method might have some unknown flaws, he himself would have even wanted to try and see if he could cultivate it.

After all, as a legitimate bloodline wizard, improving his mental strength is one of the most important conditions on his path to advancement. As long as he accumulates enough mental strength, he has a feeling that he will be able to break through the threshold of becoming a formal wizard immediately.

If he could shorten his training time in this way, Ron was even confident that he could become a full-fledged wizard within ten years, no, five years.

At that time, there will be no need to go through the trouble of finding a backer, as the mastermind behind it will probably never come looking for them again.

"Oh, what a pity."

He sighed inwardly and turned his gaze back to the crucible in front of him.

The originally clear water had turned into a thick, dark green liquid after various ingredients were added.

Stir it slightly with the wooden spoon next to it, and it will even stretch into strands.

Visia, who had maintained a serious expression the whole time, could no longer keep up her composure after seeing the "broth" in the pot getting thicker and thicker. Her little face scrunched up immediately: "Mr. Ron, we failed."

The girl looked at the expressionless boy with a mournful face, feeling even more wronged.

There was a hint of self-pity in her eyes.

Ron was even more speechless at Vicia's expression. Anyone who didn't know better would think he had done something to the girl.

"Alright, stop pretending, okay? Miss Vicia, I know who you are."

"Who am I? Mr. Ron, do you think you know me well? Am I pretending? I hate you."

"The potion isn't spoiled. If you're not going to drink it, I'll put it away."

Upon hearing this, the girl, who had been pretending to wipe away tears with her little hands, immediately tensed up and ran to Ron, using her small body to shield him from the large pot, just like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

"Mr. Ron, that's not right. I went through a lot of trouble to find this. How can you just take what others have worked for?"

"hehe."

"Mr. Ron, I don't like you saying those two words, they're so annoying."

"If you don't drink it soon, your Sisi will drink it all."

Upon hearing this, Visia's expression changed abruptly, and she immediately turned her head to look behind her.

A small black and white Border Collie was perched on top of the pot of green broth, its shiny black nose sniffing around as if trying to figure out if this big pot of soup was its dinner.

"Sissi, shut up!"

The once gentle and mild-mannered lady suddenly snapped and yelled at the puppy in a sharp voice, as if her tail had been stepped on.

"Waaah~"

Sisi, whose mouth was less than a centimeter from the soup, was startled by the sound and her two short legs kicked wildly backward. As soon as her front feet touched the ground, she ran "woof woof" towards the door, as if some monster inside would eat her.

"Phew~"

Visia looked at the still clear, dark green potion and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness, it wasn't eaten by that Sisi guy, otherwise, I would have had to go out and find the ingredients again."

He secretly resolved that once this matter was over, he would definitely find an opportunity to teach that stupid dog a lesson, so that it wouldn't put everything in its mouth next time.

"Mr. Ron, am I supposed to drink this whole pot of medicine?"

The girl looked at the potion liquid in front of her, which was the size of two rice buckets, with a troubled expression, and then looked at her flat stomach. She asked with some difficulty.

"Of course, to maximize the effect of the medicine, it must be drunk completely, not a single drop can be left."

Looking at the other woman's small, lustrous mouth and cute little tongue, Ron suddenly had a wicked thought: "Hehehe, don't blame me, Miss Vicia, it's just that my corruption is almost at its limit."

Upon hearing this, Visia immediately stopped hesitating, bent down, and drank the beverage with her little head bobbing up and down.

I don't know why, but my stomach, which usually can't eat much, didn't feel full today. And this wasn't just a bite or two, but a whole pot!

But no matter what, isn't this a good thing?

Thinking of this, the girl drank even more enthusiastically, and the up-and-down movement of her little head increased accordingly.

Half an hour later, Visia finally raised her head, licked the faint trace of water from the corner of her mouth with her tongue, and then looked at Ron with lingering satisfaction:

"Mr. Ron, is it alright now?"

"Hehe, Visia, I think I remembered wrong. This kind of potion only needs to be taken in one sip. It doesn't matter whether you drink the rest or not."

The girl stared blankly for a moment, her small mouth opening and closing in disbelief:

"Then why did you tell me to finish it all...?"

"Because it's fun!"

"Waaaah, Mr. Ron is so annoying!"

Watching the girl run away, Ron's expressionless face twisted into a wicked and arrogant smile:

"I... damn it."

Ron Seraphim

Age: 16/81

[Talents: High-level physical talent, high-level mental talent, Heart of the Firebird of Morocco, high-level affinity for fire elemental particles, fire elementalized body...]

[Attributes: Constitution 6.14 (7.65 after bloodline activation), Spirit 5.89]

[Strength: Intermediate Wizard Apprentice]

[Skills: Basic Meditation, Eye of Truth, Wizard's Hand, Lesser Low-Energy Fireball, Fire Feather, Pyroblast, Lesser Fire Elemental Protection, High-Energy Fire Elemental Particle Impact...]

[Pollution Level: Physical 68.7%, Mental 4.91/5.44]

[Comment: You seem to be going crazy~~]

[Bloodline: Moroccan Firebird (Activation 31.2%)]

[The following measures are recommended to reduce mental pollution]

[Option 1: Increase the activation level of the Moroccan Firebird bloodline within the body; Option 2: Learn the Scarlet Eye Meditation Technique; Option 3...]

"I...this is fun!"