Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1211 - 492: Apocalypse’s Blessing (Part 2)

"Didn’t do anything."

Ron replied calmly:

"It just made a wise choice. Just like you now, you should make the right judgment."

The atmosphere in the Consciousness Domain became extremely tense.

Saklang’s rationality and instincts were engaged in a fierce battle:

As a Time Hound, it had a strong hunting instinct, targeting anyone daring to venture into the river of time;

But as a witness of the Erica massacre, it was deeply fearful of that terrifying power.

"The era has changed, Saklang."

Ron continued to apply psychological pressure:

"Persisting with outdated hostility does no good for either of us.

But if we can establish some kind of... cooperative relationship, the situation would be entirely different."

This proposal made Saklang somewhat hesitant.

It had lived for countless ages, witnessing the rise and fall of numerous civilizations.

In its long life, it had learned one crucial lesson:

The adaptable survive, the stubborn perish.

The current situation is extremely unfavorable for the Time Hound tribe.

The Dog King’s disappearance has plunged the tribe into chaos, and the appearance of Erica’s heir only worsens the situation.

If it could reach some agreement with this young Wizard, it might find a new path to survival for itself and possibly the entire tribe.

"What... do you want?"

Saklang finally asked, the hostility in its voice completely gone:

"If it’s just ordinary Time Perception Ability, I can consider providing help. But if you want more..."

"My demand is simple."

Ron didn’t push too hard:

"Help me complete this ritual of transformation, provide some knowledge about the essence of time, and... at crucial moments, offer some intelligence support."

"In exchange, I can ensure not to actively hunt the Time Hounds under your charge, and even offer some protection when appropriate."

This trade proposal precisely reflects the core rules of the Wizard World: everything is negotiable, everything has a price.

Saklang carefully weighed the pros and cons of this proposal.

From a rational standpoint, being enemies with Erica’s heir clearly isn’t wise.

The power that woman displayed years ago, even recalling it now still sends chills down its spine.

On the other hand, the Time Hound tribe indeed needs a powerful ally to get through the current predicament.

"I need a more specific guarantee."

Saklang’s eyes (if that arc can be called eyes) flashed cunningly:

"Mere verbal promises mean nothing for beings at our level."

Ron nodded; this cautious attitude was entirely within his expectation.

He slowly extended his right hand, the chain of the Silver Pocket Watch began to extend, forming a complex rune pattern in the palm:

"Then, let us establish a time contract.

The violator will suffer the punishment of time itself."

Seeing this rune pattern, Saklang nodded knowingly, completely losing the heart to resist.

"You are indeed her heir..."

The hound lowered its head:

"I accept your proposal, Erica’s heir."

It opened its massive maw, and a dog tooth exuding pure time essence flew out slowly from its mouth.

This wasn’t the dead thing used in the previous ritual, but rather a genuine dog tooth Saklang had peeled off live.

"This is my identity token and the witness of our contract."

Saklang’s voice became formal and solemn:

"With this dog tooth, you can summon my projection in the river of time.

Anytime, anywhere, as long as you face any time-related threat, I will respond to the summoning."

"Moreover, there are other young hounds in the tribe who don’t know the true history.

If you need... practice hunting skills, I can provide accurate location information."

Since it couldn’t stop the reckless behavior of young hounds, it better diverted their impulses in directions beneficial to the tribe.

After all, these guys wouldn’t follow its commands; whether alive or dead didn’t concern it, Saklang thought.

"A very reasonable arrangement." Ron accepted the dog tooth with satisfaction:

"I look forward to our future cooperation."

At the moment the contract was established, the Consciousness Domain began to slowly dissipate.

Saklang’s figure gradually became transparent, but its voice still conveyed clearly:

"Remember, young heir. Time is the most impartial judge and the most ruthless executioner. Use the power you gained wisely, but never attempt to betray time itself."

When Ron’s consciousness returned to the real world, Professor Yutel was nervously observing his state.

From the outside, Ron was simply standing quietly in front of the ritual platform.

Yet his Spiritual Wave was extremely intense, clearly undergoing some deep-level test.

"It seems you have passed the trial of time."

The old professor breathed a sigh of relief:

"I can feel that your current state... has completely changed."

Indeed, with the integration of Saklang’s dog tooth, Ron’s entire perception system underwent a fundamental transformation.

Time was no longer an abstract concept but a real existence as tangible as reachable.

He could "see" the time traces of every item, could "hear" the echoes of historical events.

As the ritual of transformation deepened, a more majestic picture began to unfold in Ron’s consciousness.

Unlike the scattered historical fragments before, this time he saw a complete epic of civilization.

The "Golden Era" of the Second Era unfolded slowly before him.