Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1297 - 518: Obelisk_2

Alister was silent for a few seconds.

As a rigorous scholar, he had to admit that Ron’s logic was self-consistent.

Although he still held a reserved attitude towards this "artistic" research method, it was at least not an entirely baseless fantasy.

"Interesting perspective."

He put away the measuring device:

"Although I still believe quantification is the foundation of all research, your ’relational theory’ certainly provides a... novel viewpoint."

This was the highest evaluation Alister could give.

Just as the atmosphere reached a delicate equilibrium, Ella’s light laughter like a fresh breeze dissolved the tension in the space.

"Alister, discussing such profound issues at the first meeting might scare our new colleague."

She smiled as she approached, her voice like the warm sun of spring:

"Lecturer Ron, after your tiring journey, let me take you to your accommodation to settle in and familiarize yourself with the surroundings."

She naturally took over the conversation.

"Then let’s arrange it this way." Vinard nodded to Ella:

"Show him the core area of the colony and let him understand the specifics of this place."

"Alister, you continue with your reactor optimization.

Once Ron is settled, we will discuss the specific teaching plan."

After Vinard and Alister each left, Ella’s smile faded a bit.

"Don’t mind Alister; he’s like that with everyone."

She said softly as she led Ron toward the garden outside the academy:

"He has been following his teacher since his apprenticeship and has always focused on technical research over the years.

In his world, everything can be described with data and formulas."

"But he is definitely not malicious. In fact, if your ideas are really valuable, he will be your most steadfast supporter."

Ron nodded, showing understanding.

In academia, the conflict between conservatism and innovation is an eternal theme.

Alister’s questioning is reasonable and even beneficial—it can help new theories become more rigorous.

While speaking, they arrived at a broad open-air square.

This is the core living area of the colony.

The square was crowded with residents of various races, but surprisingly, their interactions were exceptionally harmonious.

A group of Three-eyed Race children were playing some game of light and shadow with human children.

Several elders of the Danasu Race stood in a corner of the square, using their leaf-like arms to mix nutrient solutions for residents of other races.

Meanwhile, Stove Star People craftsmen on the other side patiently taught young people various metalworking techniques.

As Ella appeared in the square, almost everyone greeted her voluntarily.

"Lady Ella, today’s weather is really nice!"

A Three-eyed Race mother, holding her mixed-race child, approached:

"Little Karen successfully predicted tomorrow’s weather change for the first time today, and he wants to report it to you personally."

Little Karen is a boy of about seven, having a human body structure, but with a small silver vertical eye in the center of his forehead.

He looked at Ella shyly, speaking in a tender voice:

"Aunt Ella, tomorrow afternoon from three to five, there will be a light rain.

The size of the raindrops is standard level 3.2, which is beneficial for plant growth."

Ella squatted down to be at eye level with the child, filled with affection in her eyes:

"Wow, Little Karen, that’s amazing! More accurate than the weather station’s prediction."

She pulled out a candy from her bosom:

"This is a reward, keep practicing hard."

Little Karen happily took the candy, then curiously glanced at Ron before leaving with his mother.

"To us, every child is a miracle."

Ella stood up again, her tone full of emotion:

"The Three-eyed Race’s gift of foresight, the Danasu Race’s life perception, the Stove Star People’s metal affinity... When these talents combine with human bloodlines, the possibilities are endless."

She pointed to the teaching building far away in the square:

"There are nearly three hundred children there, each one possessing a unique combination of talents. They are the future of this colony, and a bridge connecting different civilizations."

Just as Ron was immersed in this harmonious scene, a discordant voice suddenly sounded:

"Oh? So this is the ’consultant’ who wrote a ’music report’ and gained the professor’s favor?"

The voice belonged to a middle-aged Wizard dressed in a magnificent robe.

His robe was inlaid with countless small silver threads, each one glittering in the sunlight.

A rune badge was worn on his chest, marking him as a professional Enchanter.

The Wizard’s expression was evidently filled with arrogance and disdain, as if spotting something repugnant.

"I heard his first task here was to clean the mud off Titan’s foot."

He deliberately spoke in a voice neither too loud nor too soft to his companion beside him:

"Seems now even the ’philosophical musings’ of cleaners are so valued, truly the times have changed."

The sarcasm in these words was extremely obvious, and the surrounding air became awkward.

Some residents active in the square cast curious or worried glances.

Ella’s face immediately darkened: "Hillas, mind your language."

Hillas Delavin, a Wizard from the Main World traditional enchantment family.

He shrugged, revealing a insincere smile on his face:

"Lady Ella, I am merely stating the facts.

Isn’t it true that the ’consultant’ began his work here by cleaning mud?"