Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Ron sat in the chair, watching the girl's figure disappear through the doorway, shook his head, and ignored her.

He then turned his attention to the letter in his hand.

Ron opened the outer packaging, pulled out the letter inside, and read it word by word: "Dear Mr. Ron, hello."

[My Lord has sent me to Glasgow to find you. Tonight at 6 PM, at 182 Rue de Snolly, East Side, at the Ender Tavern. See you there.]

[A faithful believer in the goddess.]

The letter was brief, but every sentence was crucial.

"Has the helper the moon goddess spoke of finally arrived?"

Ron murmured to himself, even though he hadn't figured out how to win this test with the goddess's help, she was still an assistant, so he should at least go and meet her.

"Could it be a Sequence One angel?"

He couldn't help but think that way, after all, the helper sent by the goddess shouldn't be too bad.

With this in mind, Ron began to look forward to their meeting that evening.

Time passed in this exciting yet calm atmosphere.

Around five o'clock in the afternoon, Ron glanced at the clock on the wall and, seeing that it was almost time, closed the book he was holding.

After straightening his clothes, he left a "letter" for Visia on the table, then turned into a shadow and silently left the Earl's mansion, heading towards the location mentioned in the letter.

After navigating through a series of crowded streets, Ron finally arrived at Ender's Tavern at the appointed time.

Looking at the crooked characters on the wooden signboard outside the tavern, he walked straight in.

As soon as he entered the tavern, a strange smell filled his nostrils: sweat, foot odor... all sorts of indescribable smells stimulated Ron's brain, making him involuntarily frown.

Although he was a wizard, he had often smelled strange and unusual odors when conducting experiments.

However, it's naturally impossible to get him to willingly accept this taste.

Ron looked around, trying to find the person he was looking for.

At the small round tables in the tavern, a group of unruly men were gulping down full glasses of original wheat beer, occasionally letting out lewd laughs.

Especially when Ron came in, everyone in the tavern who had been shouting loudly all turned to look in his direction.

At that glance, everyone's eyes lit up.

"Oh, so this young master is here looking for some fun?"

"Hahaha~"

The crowd was silent for a few seconds before someone broke the strange silence by whistling at Ron, who was standing at the door, looking at him lewdly and spewing vulgarities.

The others laughed when they heard this.

Ron listened to the man's words and heard everyone's gaze upon him.

His brows furrowed deeply, and he drew the knight's sword from his waist, throwing it in the direction the other party was.

"bass!"

The sword gleamed with a cold, icy light, and as it flew at high speed, it sliced ​​through the air, emitting a series of sharp, piercing sword cries.

Then, the person who had just spoken felt a heat on his head, and a thin stream of blood slid down his face, flowing past his eyes. The world in his eyes was now only a blood red. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

Upon seeing this, everyone felt as if their throats had been grabbed; their laughter was blocked in their throats, and they could only chuckle twice, unable to utter a single word.

The scene was completely silent; everyone was terrified, staring in horror at Ron, who stood expressionless at the doorway.

A thought arose in their minds simultaneously:

This pretty boy is really crazy, daring to kill someone in the street in the city?

Ron glanced indifferently at the onlookers who were staring at him, startling them into looking away and avoiding his gaze.

Once the world had quieted down again, he walked to the bar.

At that moment, a young man wearing a top hat and a light blue suit was sitting there, leisurely sipping his drink, seemingly oblivious to everything that had just happened.

He was still leisurely sipping his wine.

"Sir, you must have been the one who invited me today."

Ron scrutinized the guy for a while, then suddenly smiled and stepped forward to ask.

The young man wasn't particularly handsome, but he was still quite good-looking. His top hat covered his hair, leaving only a few strands of black hair on his forehead.

Hearing Ron's question, he paused in his drinking, turned to look at the boy sitting beside him, a hint of melancholy and sorrow hidden in his deep brown eyes, and said with a soft laugh:

"Lian Diller, it's a pleasure to meet you, sir."

"Ron Seraphim, it's a pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Lane."

The two introduced themselves to each other, then smiled at one another. Ryan, looking at the man lying on the ground, couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Ron, did you kill this guy?"

"No, I just wanted to scare him a little, to teach him a lesson so he won't provoke others so recklessly in the future."

Ron listened to the young man's words and knew what he was thinking, so he casually replied.

"I see. Mr. Ron is truly wise."

His lips twitched; he didn't understand why the guy opposite him had said that.

But he didn't want to waste time arguing about these trivial details, so he got straight to the point: "Mr. Ryan, let's find a quiet place to talk properly. This place is really not suitable for discussing things."

"I'm fine with it, you can handle it."

Ron couldn't help but take another look at the young man in front of him, feeling that the other person seemed a bit unreliable.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ryan, how old are you?"

"Twenty-two years old, just graduated from university a few months ago."

Okay, that makes sense. The Moon Goddess actually found herself a college student as an assistant. Is she implying something to herself?

Ron inwardly cursed the goddess's unreliability, but on the surface he still maintained a polite and gentle smile: "In that case, let's go. I know a place that would be perfect for us."

"it is good."

Look, this is what a simple and obedient college student looks like.

Although he was much younger than the other person, Ron felt that they were not on the same wavelength.

After the two left the Ander Tavern, Ron led them toward the Earl's mansion.

That's right, the place he was referring to was Vicia's room; there was no better place to discuss business.

The people in the tavern, who had been cautiously drinking, all breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the ruthless young man leave.

The guy who had been lying on the ground after being taught a lesson by Ron got up again, sat back down in his original spot, and started drinking without saying a word.