Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

The four people had different expressions on their faces.

The Countess and Visia, hearing the noise outside, turned from worry to shock, staring in disbelief in the direction from which the firelight was coming.

In the very center of the capital, towards the royal palace, a raging fire spread to the horizon, illuminating the once dark sky.

The moment Ryan heard the commotion, he flashed to the doorway, looked at the orange sky outside, his eyes flickering, lost in thought.

Ron himself remained calmly seated in his place.

The knife and fork I was using to cut the steak remained unaffected and firmly held in my hand.

The light from the distant horizon pierced through Ryan, who was standing at the door, and shone on the face of the boy who was sitting and eating, revealing his left cheek while leaving only the right half of his face hidden in the shadows, with a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Ron, Mr. Ryan, I'm so sorry, something seems to have gone wrong tonight, and I can't let you stay at my house. Please forgive my rudeness."

At this moment, the Countess realized what was happening and spoke solemnly to the other two people in the restaurant.

With such a major event happening in the capital tonight, the guards will definitely be unable to leave.

If I were to leave two strange men at home now, and something were to happen, who knows what might happen to me and my daughter, two vulnerable women.

Although these two young men were her daughter's friends and didn't seem like bad people, and her family had a superhuman like Monica protecting them.

The probability of an accident is almost negligible.

But it's never too bad to be afraid of the unexpected, but it's always the case that one is more likely to succeed than the impossible

For her own sake and for Visia's sake, she could only think about the worst-case scenario, which was also a problem she, as a countess and a mother, had to consider.

Upon hearing this, Ron immediately guessed what the other person was thinking and didn't care.

After all, if she were in the other person's position, she might have been even more decisive and wouldn't have been so amicable in talking to the two of them.

Either get out, or die.

Otherwise, there is no choice.

"I understand what you mean, madam."

Ron picked up the handkerchief beside him and slowly wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth. Then he spoke unhurriedly, his smile never fading.

Visia seemed to want to say something more, but was interrupted by her mother's stern yet unquestionable gaze.

The Countess was well aware of her daughter's thoughts, but the situation was urgent, and it was not the time to let her act recklessly.

After stopping Vicia's actions, the lady of the count's mansion turned to look at Ron again:

"Mr. Ron, you are a very understanding gentleman. We were really not good at entertaining you tonight. When my husband returns, he and I will apologize to you and Mr. Ryan in person."

His tone was full of apology, but his words were very firm.

Ron smiled, waved to the lady, said nothing, and pulled Ryan, who was still standing at the door without saying a word, out with him.

The Countess only breathed a sigh of relief after watching the two disappear outside the gate. For some reason, being by their side during the meal had given her a feeling of unease.

That feeling only disappeared now that they're gone.

"Monica, go and close the outside door. Also, tell everyone downstairs that it's not safe outside tonight, so don't go back. Stay here and we'll see how things go tomorrow."

"Understood, Madam."

Monica, who had been standing silently to the side since entering, bowed slightly upon hearing her mistress's order and followed Ron and the other man out of the restaurant.

The once lively room was now empty except for Visia and her mother.

Seeing this, the girl who had been engrossed in her food spoke up:

"Mom, you shouldn't have treated my friends like that."

Her tone was soft and sweet, with a hint of coquetry. She knew that her mother was worried about her father's situation and didn't want to upset her. She figured she could apologize to Mr. Ron privately later.

"Vicia, Mom knows that was impolite, but sometimes we can't always think from other people's perspectives. We should always think about ourselves and our families, shouldn't we?"

"Of course I know that, and I'm not blaming you. It's just that Mr. Ron is a very good friend of mine, and I was worried that what you just said might hurt his pride."

After all, it's hard for anyone to feel good when people suspect them of being a bad person.

The Countess gently stroked her daughter's long, soft hair, comforting her in a gentle tone:

"Okay, Mom understands. Next time you invite him over, Mom will apologize to him, okay?"

"Okay." Visia rested her head in her mother's arms, feeling the warmth from her body. Her eyes were closed, and her expression was peaceful and serene.

On the other side, after Ron and his companion walked out of the Earl's mansion, they stood at the door, each glancing back at the direction they had come from. They looked at each other but remained silent.

Finally, Ryan couldn't help but speak first:

"Mr. Ron, where are we going now?"

The original plan was to find a suitable place to talk to this gentleman about the next steps, but first Visia was in the living room with him, and then the countess came over, so a suitable time hadn't been found yet.

Now that the two of them have been "kicked out," the situation outside is really not suitable for discussing anything.

Ron listened to the young man's question but did not answer. He stared calmly at the firelight in the distance that illuminated the entire city in the darkness, lost in thought.

Ryan waited for a long time but still didn't receive a response, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.

Although Grasse is the capital of a country and has a nightlife, it's so late now, and there was just a commotion coming from the palace.

If the two of them didn't find a place to stay soon, they might be arrested by the guards as arsonists.

Thinking about this made him even more anxious.

He was just about to ask Ron about tonight's plans.

Then they heard the other person say, "Mr. Ryan, I think the fire at the palace is a bit strange. Why don't we go take a look?"

The question was asked, and the tone was affirmative.

This caused the young man, who was about to speak, to freeze in place. He swallowed back the words he had prepared and asked with difficulty, "Mr. Ron, are you sure you're not joking with me?"

Ron turned his gaze from the distant, yellowish sky and met the young man's deep brown eyes:

"Mr. Ryan, I'm not joking."

The young man fell silent, wondering why he had such thoughts: even if there was something fishy about the fire, shouldn't an ordinary person's first reaction be to stay away? Even if the two of them were superhumans, they shouldn't have such thoughts.

"Could I have contacted the wrong person?"

Ryan did not doubt the correctness of the Moon Goddess's choice; in his view, his faith could not possibly be wrong.

Then, the one who made the mistake must be oneself.

Just as he was thinking this, a faint voice suddenly came from somewhere: "Go with him."

Upon hearing the voice, Ryan's expression immediately became excited, his face turning bright red: "If it is your wish, then I will certainly comply."

Ron had been watching the expression on his face, and upon seeing this, his eyes flickered, as if he had thought of something.