"Could it be that Dale also possesses some kind of modulated factor within her?"
This possibility sent a chill down Ron’s spine.
If even the Little Sea Siren he personally raised could not escape the influence of this grand conspiracy, then the truth of this world would be darker and more complex than he imagined.
"Continue to closely monitor her condition, but do not intervene in any way."
Ron made the decision, despite being filled with worry:
"This level of bloodline awakening must be completed naturally. Any external interference could cause irreversible damage."
He turned to leave the pool, but the unease in his heart grew stronger.
How many unknown secrets were hidden behind this seemingly bright academic temple?
And was he himself already unintentionally caught in a vortex of a grand conspiracy?
......
The sun set, and the high-rise buildings of the Crystal Tower glistened in the afterglow, like palaces standing in the clouds.
Ron’s private workshop, at this moment, exuded a rare warm atmosphere.
The floating magic lamps brightened the room in a warm and soft light, with exquisite snacks and drinks laid out on the central round table, the air filled with a faint sweet fragrance.
This was a small celebration party, held both for Ron’s successful promotion to lecturer and for Herman’s entry into the Candidate Wizard sequence.
But upon closer inspection, one could detect a subtle tension hidden in the joyful atmosphere.
Everyone’s smiles appeared somewhat strained, and there were occasional unsettling pauses in the conversation.
"Master, it’s truly incredible!"
The silver-haired boy Herman stood by the table, almost unable to contain his excitement.
His hand continuously stroked the new badge on his chest.
It was a silver insignia embedded with a miniature crystal, emitting a glow under the light that envied the others around him.
"34th in the Candidate Wizard sequence!"
His voice trembled slightly with excitement:
"I never imagined reaching such heights one day. In my hometown, becoming an Intermediate Apprentice was already a remarkable achievement, and now..."
Tears even glistened in the boy’s eyes as he spoke.
For a child from a remote town, this achievement held a significance far beyond the imagination of outsiders.
In his hometown, an Official Wizard was a legendary existence, and the Candidate Wizard sequence was an unattainable dream.
Now this dream has become a reality, not only meaning a change in his personal destiny but also representing the social elevation of his entire family.
"Your efforts and talents have been duly rewarded, Herman."
Ron nodded slightly, with genuine admiration in his tone:
"But this is just the beginning. While the candidate sequence is important, the real challenge lies in how to transform this opportunity into actual strength. The door to becoming an Official Wizard still needs you to push it open."
His gaze lingered on Herman for a moment, with nearly imperceptible worry in his eyes.
Though outwardly celebrating his student’s success, Ron knew well that in the impending storm, the fate of these young ones would become extremely uncertain.
The identity of the candidate sequence might provide some protection but could also become a target for those with ulterior motives.
The other five students sat around the table, each sincerely happy for their companion’s success.
But a keen observer would notice their smiles were tinged with hidden tension.
Selected as members of Ron’s Elite Team, none of them were dullards, and they all had their insights into the changes within the School.
"Since it’s a celebration, there should be a gift exchange session."
Liss spoke first, producing a box carefully wrapped in silk:
"This is a gift I prepared for Master."
Carefully opening the package, inside was a set of exquisitely crafted rune-embroidered gloves.
The deep blue silk fabric was as profound as the night sky, adorned with extremely intricate rune patterns stitched in silver thread.
"These runes can enhance the precision and stability of enchantment operations,"
Liss explained shyly, her cheeks flushed:
"I know Master has been researching Enchantment lately, and I hope this can assist with your studies.
Every stitch was completed by me personally, taking me a full three months."
What she didn’t say was that, to ensure the accuracy of the runes, she had stayed up late many times until dawn, even forgetting to eat due to her intense focus.
The nearly invisible small scars on her fingers were a testament to her hard work.
Ron accepted the gloves and immediately sensed the exquisite craftsmanship contained within.
Through special weaving techniques, the energy of the runes was perfectly integrated into the fabric structure.
When he put on one of the gloves, he immediately felt an unusual sensitivity in his fingertips.
"I can feel your dedication, Liss."
Ron sincerely praised.
Liss’s face lit up with a brilliant smile upon hearing such praise.
Behind that pure joy, the almost worshipful emotion in her eyes became more apparent.
Ron noticed this change, cautiously aware.
As a Master, he had to carefully maintain appropriate boundaries in the mentor-student relationship.
Not to be outdone, Herman also took out a thick parchment manuscript from his bosom:
"Master, this is my original ’Multi-Dimensional Transformation Theory’ supplement."
His eyes shone with the unique passion of a scholar:
"Based on the energy circulation principles you previously taught, I have further derived several new transformation modes. Although the theory is not yet perfect, I believe it will be inspiring to your research."