Sheena elegantly sipped her morning floral tea, with ripples of thoughts flowing in her oval pupils.
Last night’s fallen ceremony was supposed to be a perfect spiritual guide.
Through that primitive experience that transcends rational constraints, the observer’s moral framework subtly loosens, paving the way for subsequent "academic cooperation."
She had used this method countless times, with a success rate reaching almost 90%.
Whether it’s those self-righteous scholars or seemingly upright researchers.
After witnessing the ultimate fusion of the essence of life, they inevitably develop a certain distorted aspiration.
But Ron Ralph’s reaction completely exceeded her expectations.
"It shouldn’t be like this..."
Sheena gently stroked the leaf-shaped brooch on her chest, sensing feedback information from the plant network:
"Surveillance showed he did indeed watch the full process last night, and physiological reactions were as expected—accelerated heartbeat, rapid breathing, magic power fluctuations..."
"But the penetration rate of spiritual contamination was almost zero."
This phenomenon was the first time she encountered it in her research career spanning hundreds of years.
According to normal logic, a young wizard who has just broken through the Moon Level.
No matter how outstanding the talent, it is impossible to have such strong spiritual protection ability.
Unless...
"Unless his spiritual essence itself carries some special anti-contamination traits."
Sheena’s pupils slightly shrank, and a bold hypothesis began to form in her mind:
"Pollution resistance... this trait is extremely rare in the Main World, usually only possessed by those who have had deep contact with Abyssal Power."
She remembered some details observed yesterday:
Ron demonstrating extraordinary skill when controlling the Sandstorm Wings through the Elemental Storm.
The intuitive adaptability to complex environments, and the occasional deep aura he emanates...
"If he really has some connection with the Abyss, then he’s not just an excellent research sample, but an extremely precious... living treasure trove."
Sheena’s hand, holding the teacup, trembled slightly, a physiological reaction from overexcited excitement.
Abyss resistance, Moon Level strength, youthful plasticity, coupled with the support background of three Great Wizards.
Such a combination is simply a gift from the Creator.
"But precisely because of this, direct forceful methods are now completely infeasible."
She calmly analyzed the situation in her mind:
"The warnings from the three Great Wizards are already quite clear, especially that blundering Vinard, he might indeed start a war for a subordinate."
Moreover, the various tactics Ron showcased today prove he is far from a naive newcomer.
The well-timed hints and intimidation show that he excels in such power games.
Inducing corruption failed, and the risk of forced control is too great, Sheena must find a third strategy.
Her slender fingers tapped the table, the rhythm from the nails hitting the wooden surface synchronized precisely with her thought frequency.
Suddenly, she stopped tapping.
A more sophisticated plan quickly took shape in her mind.
"Knowledge... for wizards, the temptation of knowledge is far more deadly than sensory pleasure."
Sheena’s mouth curled into a calculating smile:
"Especially those forbidden secrets often have the strongest allure."
She recalled the deepest secrets of the Life Tree School.
The Necromancy heritage fully banned by the authorities after the "Eternal Plague."
Although these knowledge are dangerous, their academic value and practicality are indisputable.
Any true scholar cannot resist such temptation.
"Moreover, once he touches these knowledge, he automatically becomes an accomplice."
A crafty gleam flashed in Sheena’s eyes:
"Studying necromancy is a serious crime; knowing without reporting is also illegal. To protect himself, he can only choose to cooperate with us."
"This is a perfect open conspiracy—even if he guessed my intentions, he cannot resist the intrinsic value of knowledge."
Wizards’ thirst for knowledge is an instinct embedded deep into their bones.
This instinct transcends rational calculation, moral restraint, even surpassing the fear of life and death.
This trait is what allows the Wizard Civilization to persist through numerous crises, but also makes every wizard susceptible to the rebound of knowledge.
"The beauty is, this strategy perfectly aligns with ’academic exchange’ under the surface."
Sheena began to refine the details of the plan in her mind:
"I’m merely sharing some ’ancient plant pathology research results,’ as for the hidden real content, it’s something he actively discovers himself."
"If someone pursues accountability, I can always claim ignorance. After all, who would expect a plant biology specialist to have such profound knowledge in necromancy?"
She took out a thick tome from her storage space, with simple and unadorned binding, the cover adorned with exquisite plant illustrations.
This "Illustrated Handbook of Ancient Plant Pathology" indeed looks ordinary, even the ink scent from the book pages exudes the standard academic literature aroma.
But when Sheena placed her palm on the cover and injected magic power of specific frequency, the essence of the entire book began to reveal itself:
Beneath the plant illustrations lay a series of complex and meticulous necromancy runes.
These runes squirmed slowly like living creatures, emitting an ancient aura from the boundary between life and death.
"Dual-knowledge seal... one of my proudest masterpieces."
Sheena gently stroked the pages, her eyes full of the creator’s pride.