"The situation of that person is complex now, and may require more divination to determine the best response."
"A very good idea." Uther nodded appreciatively:
"Remember, truly valuable relationships are always built on the foundation of mutual need and mutual respect."
The projection of the Void Remains began to blur, evidently the long presence had consumed a lot of energy:
"Rest well, tomorrow will be an important day."
When the room returned to silence, Chloe stood alone by the window.
Her silver-gray hair shimmered under the light of the magic crystal lamp, and that face shrouded in black veil appeared particularly mysterious.
She recalled what Astraea once said:
"The mission of an astrologer is not to predict personal destiny, but to provide guidance for crucial decisions.
When the wheels of history are about to turn, we are the beacons that point the way."
Now she finally understood the meaning of this sentence.
Ron is indeed the key figure at that crossroads of fate.
And her role was not to become his burden or decoration, but to provide professional guidance at critical moments.
"Tomorrow..." Chloe murmured to herself, with unprecedented resolve:
"Tomorrow I’ll go talk to him. Not as a timid admirer, but as a professional divination master."
She began to plan tomorrow’s conversation in her mind.
First, she must demonstrate her deep understanding of Uphemia’s issue, then explain the technical value of divination validation, and finally propose a specific cooperation plan...
Every step needs careful design; this is not a game of emotions, but a demonstration of professional competence.
In such an exchange, she is confident to prove her true value.
"This is where my value lies..."
Her gaze turned firm:
"Not beauty, not background, but the complementarity of professional skills."
......
In the late night’s personal residential study, Ron sat alone at the writing desk made of ancient oak.
In the four corners of the room, meditation candles emitting a faint blue light were lit.
These specially crafted candles can stabilize spiritual waves and provide necessary protection for studying forbidden knowledge.
The air was filled with a faint scent of dragon blood herb, a precious fragrance that can reduce contamination and erosion to some extent.
On the desk lay a leather notebook with a blank cover.
When he injected spiritual power into it, dense runes and theoretical illustrations appeared on the pages.
The writings seemed to crawl slowly on the paper, as if they had life energy.
"The essence of reversing causality is in the redefinition of sequence..."
Ron recorded his understanding with a feather pen on another sheet of paper.
"Traditional curse follows a linear causality chain of ’caster → magic effect → subject’, while curse reversal folds this chain in space..."
He stopped the pen and stared at the newly drawn diagram.
It was a complex three-dimensional rune structure.
It looked like a combination of the Möbius strip and the Klein bottle from a previous life.
Any attempt to trace its surface would fall into an infinite loop at a certain node.
"The key is to master the precise ’reversal timing’..."
As he continued to read, Ron discovered that the complexity of this skill exceeded expectations.
The caster needed to accurately implant a reversal node into the causality structure at the instant the other party’s curse took effect.
This demanded profound knowledge of rune magic, time-space theory, and soul studies.
[Curse Reversal (Prototype) Experience Points +1]
[Current Progress: Curse Reversal (Prototype 8/100)]
The transparent panel’s prompt confirmed the progress of learning, but also made him aware of the long learning cycle of this skill.
Just mastering the basic theory requires a significant investment of time and energy.
As he was focused on a complex rune structure, a gentle knock sounded outside the study.
The knocking was rhythmic, three long and two short, the "urgent but not dangerous" signal he agreed upon with his two attendants.
"Come in." Ron quickly put away the forbidden materials on the desk, while discreetly activating the privacy protection rune of the room.
The door slowly opened, and Ailan’s emerald figure appeared at the doorway.
Her leaves trembled slightly, usually indicating she sensed something unusual.
"Master, a guest wishes to visit you." The tree spirit’s voice was heavier than usual:
"She says she was introduced by Professor Yutel, but..."
"But what?"
"Her aura makes me uneasy," Ailan said honestly:
"Like the oppressive feeling before a storm, her soul... seems to carry too much for someone her age."
This description immediately reminded Ron of the blind girl he encountered at the observation station.
With Ailan’s keen intuition as a natural being, the sensed "unease" often signifies a deeper omen.
"Did she explain her purpose?"
"Yes, she calls herself Chloe Star Voice."
Ailan’s leaves gently stroked the door frame, her habit when she’s nervous:
"She mentioned urgent matters regarding divination, and... she also mentioned the name of that Blood Moon clan lady."
Ron’s gaze immediately sharpened.
At this point in time, linking divination, Blood Moon clan lady, and Yutel’s recommendation together, the answer was already inevitable.
"Please have her wait in the parlor, I’ll be right over."
A few minutes later, Ron met Chloe in the parlor.
The girl still shielded her eyes with black silk, but tonight, she seemed particularly anxious.