"What do you plan to do?" Lady Allen countered, "We both know the rules of the altar. Once you enter, you cannot re-enter. Unless..."
"Unless you find a special existence."
Valen responded, a complex light flickering in his eyes, "Someone with the strength of an Official Wizard, yet not bound by the constraints of an Official Wizard."
His eyes fixed directly on Lady Allen, "For example, someone whose strength is usually below that of an Official Wizard due to special reasons."
Lady Allen’s smile froze on her face, "You want me to go in?"
"Yes." Valen nodded, a certain plea in his voice,
"You have the strength of an Official Wizard, but in terms of the rules, you are not truly an ’Official Wizard’, so the Bloodline Altar’s restrictions should not apply to you."
"You’re quite the strategist." Lady Allen sneered,
"You want me to risk entering a potentially unstable alternate space? Why should I?"
Valen took a deep breath, as if suppressing some emotion,
"Allen, this involves more than just the interests of the Crystal Tower. If that duplicate is as strong as Eliot claims, once it fully develops, the consequences will be unimaginable."
"You still haven’t answered my question." Lady Allen’s gaze turned sharp, "Why should I help you guys?"
Valen remained silent for a moment, finally sighing,
"For Ron. If the duplicate goes out of control, Ron himself is likely to get hurt, and the reason for the possible issue this time is far beyond the simple matter of Ron’s Abyssal Items..."
"Are you saying someone’s causing trouble?"
Lady Allen stepped closer, magical energy fluctuations, still strong from the potion effect, had a touch of concern in her tone, "Someone tampered with the Bloodline Altar?"
"This possibility cannot be ruled out." Valen pondered,
"Since the last time the ’Eye of the Abyss’ activity was discovered within the School, we’ve strengthened defenses across various aspects, but the Bloodline Altar, due to its special spatial attributes, has always been a challenging area to fully control."
"Let’s not talk about these things too much for now." Lady Allen waved her hand, her emerald eyes showing a hint of urgency,
"But you’re right, the primary task now is to ensure the safety of the personnel inside the altar. I will go in, but on one condition."
"If it’s within my capacity, I will agree." Valen frowned, reluctantly responding.
"Ron Ralph is my student."
Lady Allen’s gaze turned sharp, "I want your assurance that you won’t force him to sign a Soul Contract with the Crystal Tower."
Valen’s expression turned complex.
As a member of the Crystal Tower, he had the duty to discover and recruit all kinds of talents.
And according to Eliot’s description, Ron’s potential clearly surpasses that of a regular Apprentice, even among the Crystal Tower’s elite, he might stand out.
Such a genius must, by tradition, be bound to the Crystal Tower through a Soul Contract.
But on the other hand, he and Allen are old acquaintances.
He knew clearly that if he didn’t agree to this condition, Allen would not easily compromise.
Moreover, if Ron is indeed as formidable as Eliot described, forcing the binding of such a potentially dangerous factor to the Crystal Tower may not be a good thing.
"I can promise not to forcibly bind him through a contract, using a Word Bind instead..."
Valen cautiously responded, "But if he chooses willingly... that’s his decision, I won’t interfere."
Dark Sun Level Wizard, although controlled by Soul Contract and clan binding, without the Great Wizard, he possesses the top-tier combat power naturally granting sufficient authority.
Lady Allen fixed her gaze on Valen, hearing the mention of "Word Bind", her magical energy shimmered for confirmation.
After confirming, she nodded slightly,
"Acceptable, since a ’Word Bind’ has been set, if you break the promise..."
"I know the consequences," Valen interrupted her,
"Even if imprisoned for over a hundred years, you still possess peak Moon Level strength, plus the amplification of ’Seven-Colored Star Dew’, enough to threaten me."
Moreover, when Wizards of the same level make mutual promises, if one violates the Word Bind, there are too many means to target them.
Lady Allen revealed a cold smile, "Glad you remember that, if you break the promise, I won’t miss the opportunity."
Valen watched the pink-haired witch’s silhouette disappear into the Teleportation Gate, a trace of worry in his eyes.
The losses of the Crystal Tower Squad have surpassed acceptable limits, if another accident occurs, he would be hard-pressed to explain to the Crystal Tower’s upper echelons.
But simultaneously, the astonishing potential Ron demonstrated showed him an opportunity.
If he could bring such a talent back to the Crystal Tower, it might offset the losses of this expedition.
"Hope all goes well," Valen murmured, starting to prepare for possible unexpected situations.
......
"Dale, did you feel it too?" Ron stopped in his tracks, frowning slightly.
The distant air seemed to thicken, a chilling energy fluctuation emanating from there.
That pressure was tangible, suffocating.
Almost no different from the breath of an Official Wizard, even more eerie and dangerous in certain aspects.
Dale also sensed the anomaly, her eyes, which had just evolved to pure gold, slightly contracted,
"Master, what’s over there? Feels... terrifying."
"Not sure, but absolutely dangerous."
Ron calmly assessed the situation, his fingers instinctively reaching for the Stand-In Puppet at his waist, feeling its faint yet constant vibration.