"No... I must go back immediately..."
Frederick took a deep breath, forcing himself to regain his composure.
He hurriedly gathered a few of his most important personal items, not even bothering to pack his teaching tools, and rushed towards the door.
Frederick almost stumbled out of the classroom; the overwhelming favor made his steps somewhat unsteady.
In his haste, he even forgot to take his teaching tools from the servant demonic puppet, only focusing on quickly walking towards the teacher’s residence area in the East Wing.
Behind him, the silver servant puppet stood motionless, its crystal eyes flickering with a confused glow.
It mechanically scanned the surroundings, confirmed that the person had indeed left, and began silently tidying up the various teaching tools scattered on the podium.
Rune Pen, Energy Guidance Stone, half-finished demonstration enchantment tools...
Each item was carefully classified and organized.
As a common demonic puppet of the Crystal Tower, it was long accustomed to various sudden situations, including occasional faux pas by the teachers.
"Teacher’s personal items sorted, ready for delivery service."
The puppet emitted a monotonous mechanical sound, while inscribing a note on the internal record board:
"Frederick Levin, Lecturer, East Wing Teacher’s Residence B-47 Room, Delivery Fee: 3 Magic Stone Fragments."
Meanwhile, Frederick had already rushed into his residence.
He didn’t even have time to take off his robe and directly lunged towards the filing cabinet in the study.
"There must be... there must be something that this genius needs..."
He muttered as he frantically rummaged through his collection from years past.
As a seasoned enchanter, his collection, while not top-tier, had many unique items.
Ancient rune books, rare enchantment material recipes, and even a few enchantment tools he had made by hand...
But for a genius like Ron, these were probably too ordinary.
"No, these are too basic..."
Frederick anxiously scratched his greying hair, sweat beading on his forehead.
The favor’s impact still reverberated inside him, that pure energy made his thoughts exceptionally clear.
It was precisely this clarity that deepened his realization of the rarity of such an opportunity.
"What do I have that he needs?"
Frederick scratched his head in frustration, feeling like a merchant trying to approach nobility without a key to open the door.
Suddenly, a name flashed in his mind — Eliot Wandell.
This young wizard from the Storm Clan not only had direct contact with Ron.
More importantly, he possessed the extremely rare perception talent named "Wind of Listening."
If anyone could understand Ron’s specific needs, it would certainly be him.
Frederick quickly headed to the Communication Crystal to contact this distant nephew.
When the crystal lit up, Eliot’s handsome face appeared in the projection.
His unusually large ears were especially noticeable under the light.
"Uncle Frederick? Contacting me so late, is there something urgent?"
Eliot asked with confusion, the blue eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Eliot, I need your help."
Frederick spoke directly, without any pleasantries:
"Regarding Ron Ralph, I want to know some personal details."
Upon hearing this name, Eliot’s expression immediately turned serious.
He gently turned his head, those large ears slightly quivering, seeming to perceive some subtle information.
"Ron Ralph..."
Eliot thoughtfully repeated the name:
"Uncle, why the sudden interest in him? This isn’t like you at all."
"I have reason to believe that he may have a deep interest in Enchantment."
Frederick’s tone was extraordinarily serious:
"If academic collaboration can be established... this would be extremely important to me."
Eliot gained some understanding.
He certainly understood what having the support of a Treasure Level student meant in the upcoming school reform.
"I see."
He nodded, those large ears slightly trembled again:
"Based on the information I’ve perceived through ’Wind of Listening,’ Ron Ralph is indeed a versatile scholar.
Besides known specialties like Magic Potion Making and Bloodline Modulation, he seems to have considerable research in chivalric cultivation as well."
"Chivalric cultivation?"
Frederick’s eyes lit up, seeing an opportunity with this information.
"Quite sure."
Eliot explained in detail:
"During the trials at the bloodline altar, I witnessed his astonishing physical combat abilities.
Furthermore, from my observation, he seems to have mastered a unique breathing technique that can significantly enhance physical qualities."
He paused momentarily, his eyes flashed with a trace of amazement:
"This is extremely rare among official wizards, who typically focus on enhancing spiritual power, with few willing to invest much effort into physical fortification."
Upon hearing this information, Frederick’s heart raced again.
He recalled the precious items in his collection room — various high-level enchantment plans for weapons and armor, and some special runes specifically targeting physical enhancement.
"Eliot, I owe you a big favor."
Frederick sincerely said, his eyes sparkling with excitement: "This information is too important for me."
"Why be so formal among family."
Eliot smiled, waving his hand:
"But I must remind you, despite Wizard Ralph’s youth, he is said to be extremely shrewd. To establish a friendly relationship, you must genuinely offer something valuable."