Jack shrugged: "Perhaps geniuses have a special attraction to each other."
Liss hesitated for a moment and finally took out her Apprentice Badge, lighting up the registration option for "Advanced Magic Potion Theory and Practice" on the bulletin board:
"No matter what, I don’t want to miss this opportunity. Listening might help broaden some ideas."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Crystal Tower, in a beautifully decorated small building surrounded by layers of Arrays, a similar conversation was taking place.
"Your Highness, are you sure you want to personally attend this new Teaching Assistant’s course?"
A woman in a thick long dress asked worriedly:
"Considering your special situation, any public place carries certain risks..."
The young girl sitting by the window slowly put down the Crystal Book in her hands, a precious tome documenting ancient witchcraft.
Eve Saint Manzhi, with hair as deep and dark as the night sky, and eyes remarkably bright like amethyst crystals.
Her skin was so pale it was almost translucent, faintly showing light blue energy patterns beneath.
This was one of the external manifestations of "Demon Devouring" symptoms.
"Yes, I am sure."
Her voice was gentle yet firm, carrying a calmness beyond her years:
"Franka, this Teaching Assistant Ron is the first Primordial Wizard in over a hundred years to ascend through the Path of Truth.
He’s on the same path as my mother, and I’m curious to see if he has any experiences I could learn from."
The maid called Franka sighed:
"I understand your feelings, but your health condition..."
"Don’t worry."
Eve interrupted her with a smile:
"I will bring the latest Magic Resistance Bracelet, and I believe that the public classrooms at the Central Academy are equipped with regulating Arrays, so there shouldn’t be any major problems."
Her gaze turned towards the vast night sky outside, her amethyst eyes glinting with both anticipation and anxiety:
"Franka, I can’t keep hiding in this tower forever. If there is any chance, any possibility to rid myself of ’Demon Devouring,’ I must try it."
Franka looked at the princess she had taken care of since childhood, her heart full of tenderness.
The fourteen-year-old Eve should have been studying and growing carefreely like her peers, not trapped in this Magic Barrier tower, accompanied daily by pain and fear.
"Very well, Your Highness. If this is your decision, I will make the arrangements."
Franka finally relented, knowing that while Eve was young, she had inherited her mother’s resilience and decisiveness:
"However, besides me, at least two nursemaid-type Golems must accompany you, and you must promise to leave immediately if you feel any discomfort."
"Deal."
Eve’s face lit up with a radiant smile, instantly dispelling the gloomy atmosphere in the room:
"I heard he also offers ’Bloodline Modulation Basics’, which might provide some insight into my symptoms."
"Your Highness..."
Franka hesitated but ultimately chose silence.
She knew how concerned Eve was about her condition and understood that even though the Crystal Tower had invested significant resources, "Demon Devouring" remained an almost unsolvable mystery.
"Your name has already been added to the registration list."
Franka finally said, retrieving a finely crafted Crystal Bracelet from the Spatial Bag:
The latest Magic Barrier developed in the tower, more effective than the one you previously used, and lighter too."
Eve accepted the bracelet and gently put it on her slender wrist.
The bracelet immediately conformed perfectly to her skin, emitting a faint blue light to form a precise Magic Barrier.
This special device effectively blocked external magic power from affecting Eve, slowing the progression of "Demon Devouring" symptoms.
On the other side of the Crystal Tower, Ron had just concluded his meeting with the academic director and returned to his teacher’s dormitory.
"Master, welcome back." Ailan’s voice came from the hallway, her emerald silhouette even more vibrant under the moonlight.
"The School has already organized all of your new courses."
She handed over a meticulously organized schedule:
"The number of students for the first week’s trial classes has already exceeded the classroom capacity, and the academic office had to arrange a larger venue."
Ron accepted the timetable, his gaze sweeping over the densely packed names, raising an eyebrow: "So many people?"
"Yes." Ailan nodded, her vines swaying gently:
"It’s said that your identity and rank have caused quite a stir in the academy, and many Apprentices want to witness the charm of the ’Treasure-level Genius,’ even some Masters have expressed interest in auditing."
Ron chuckled softly.
He clearly understood that most of these Apprentices signed up out of curiosity rather than genuine interest in the course content.
But this was precisely what he needed to start with—attract enough attention, then demonstrate his true teaching prowess during the trial week to retain those who genuinely had talent and desire.
Teaching was not only a source of income but also a channel to build connections and influence.
And in a place like the Crystal Tower, abundant with transcendence, influencing the training of the next generation of talents often brought more long-term benefits than sheer personal ability.
"There is a special name on this list."
Ailan’s voice suddenly became meaningful:
"Eve Saint Manzhi, Daughter of the Tower Master."
Ron’s action paused, a flicker of surprise in his eyes:
"The little princess of the Crown Clan with the ’Demon Devouring’ symptoms?"
"Exactly her."
Ailan nodded slightly: "She signed up for your ’Advanced Magic Potion Theory and Practice’ and ’Bloodline Modulation Basics’ trial classes."
Ron pondered for a moment, deep in thought.
Of course, he remembered what Reynolds had mentioned about that genius girl and Cassandra the Great Wizard’s promise.
If anyone could cure Eve, they could choose three Treasures from the Crown Clan’s treasury.
"Interesting." Ron finally commented simply, his face showing no distinctive emotion.
But he was already pondering various possibilities in his mind.
"This little princess rarely appears in public occasions. Her sudden interest in your course is probably not just simple curiosity."
Ailan keenly analyzed:
"Considering your Bloodline Modulation techniques and special status, she might be coming with a specific purpose."
Ron nodded, acknowledging Ailan’s insight:
"In any case, this is a good opportunity to showcase my academic achievements."
He walked towards the study room, beginning preparations for the upcoming trial class content.
For Ron, this was not just a teaching assignment but a crucial step in establishing a foothold at the Crystal Tower.
If he could display his true value through these courses, he could attract outstanding students and gain more attention and support from the higher-ups.
As for that mysterious princess, regardless of her purpose here, she’d be a variable worth noting.
"Make sure the teaching materials pay special attention to the intersection of Magic Potion Making and Bloodline Modulation; a slight demonstration of my achievements will suffice."
Ron said to Ailan while taking down several related tomes from the bookshelf:
"Also, prepare some small-scale experiments that can be performed in public—impressive enough without revealing too many core secrets."
His gaze fell upon a Crystal Container containing samples of Abyssal Mutant tissues, a flicker of contemplation in his eyes:
"Perhaps starting from the adaptability and energy conversion mechanisms of Abyssal creatures? It’s our domain of strength and shares some similarities with ’Demon Devouring’ symptoms."
In the following days, Ron focused on course preparations while adapting to the Crystal Tower’s high-concentration magical environment.
Every night, he meditated for long periods under the starlight, continuously enhancing the capacity and quality of his Magic Pool through the "Star Projection" trait.
Simultaneously, he did not abandon his research on the Simulation Battle Device, spending time each day perfecting its design and testing various energy cycle structures.
Thus, time passed day by day, and the day of the first trial class was about to arrive.