Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1309 - 522

One day, Ron had just finished his morning class.

As he was preparing to return to his office to organize his teaching notes, a thin figure appeared at the classroom door.

It was Kael, an apprentice of mixed human and Danasu lineage.

Compared to the other classmates, Kael always seemed extraordinarily quiet.

He seldom spoke up voluntarily, often sitting in the corner of the classroom, listening with an expression of nearly painful concentration.

"Mentor Ralph..."

Kael’s voice was as light as a breeze brushing the leaves: "May I take a few minutes of your time?"

Ron noticed that this apprentice’s condition was even worse than usual.

His skin had the pale green characteristic of the Danasu race, which now appeared unhealthy grayish white.

His hands were also trembling slightly, as if resisting some unseen force.

"Of course, Kael. Please sit."

Ron gestured for him to sit down in the chair in front, while carefully observing the apprentice’s condition.

Through the "Observer’s Eye," he could see dozens of thin energy threads surrounding Kael.

These threads connected to every plant in the classroom.

The ferns in the corner, the moss on the windowsill, even the life memory remnants in the wooden desks and chairs.

Each thread was conveying different emotional fluctuations:

Hunger, satisfaction, fear, anticipation...

For a mixed-blood with plant empathy ability, this incessant information bombardment was enough to drive one crazy.

"I’ve lost something." Kael’s voice carried restrained despair:

"The protective talisman my mother left me, carved from moonlight wood.

Three days ago, I remember placing it on the desk in my dormitory, but now... it’s gone."

His hand unconsciously touched the empty space on his chest:

"Without it, I can’t... I can’t block out their voices."

Ron immediately understood the seriousness of the problem.

For individuals with extraordinary perception abilities, certain items often serve as "spiritual anchors."

They are not just emotional anchors but also crucial tools for maintaining psychological balance.

"This talisman means more to you than just a memory?"

"Yes." Kael nodded in confirmation:

"For me, it has a kind of... isolating effect.

When wearing it, the emotions of the surrounding plants become fuzzy and distant, like listening through thick smog. But now..."

He painfully closed his eyes:

"Now I can hear the longing of every tree in the academy, the sorrow of every flower.

The willow tree near the fountain is crying for lost companions, the roses in the garden are angry from too much pruning..."

"These voices never cease, I’m about to..."

Ron gently patted Kael’s shoulder, interrupting him:

"You’ve persevered for three days, which shows your will is stronger than imagined. Now, let’s focus on solving the problem."

He stood up: "When did you last see the talisman? The specific location?"

"Three days ago in the evening, in my dormitory."

Kael struggled to recall:

"I remember taking it off before sleep and placing it in the small box at the upper right corner of the desk.

That’s my habit, because wearing it to sleep causes nightmares."

"The next morning, the box was still there, but the talisman had disappeared."

"Were there any signs of the room being disturbed?"

"No, everything was neat." Kael shook his head:

"I checked every corner, even crawled under the bed.

Mentor Ella also helped me search, even using magic detection, but found nothing."

This detail made Ron frown.

An item with no magic reaction, disappearing out of thin air in a closed room, is considered a headless mystery.

Actually, by this point, Ron already had a preliminary judgment in his heart.

An item soaked in strong emotions for years wouldn’t simply "disappear."

It’s more likely to be "attracted" by a presence sensitive to emotional energy.

"Kael, I want to ask a potentially sensitive question."

Ron’s tone became more cautious: "How did your mother pass away?"

This question visibly stiffened Kael’s body.

"She passed when I was twelve." His voice became even softer:

"Officially due to old age, but actually... she died of loneliness."

"Being a mixed blood is an anomaly in both worlds; human society didn’t accept her plant traits, and the Danasu race didn’t acknowledge her union with a human."

"She spent ten years making that talisman, pouring all her love and blessings into it.

It was her last gift to me and the only protection."

Hearing Kael’s words, Ron couldn’t help but recall the historical records he had reviewed in the archive room a few days ago.

Those records detailed the establishment of the Green Ring No.2 Colony and the initial contact between the first generation immigrants and the three major alien races.

Completely different from today’s apparent harmony, the early racial relations could be described as "on the verge of conflict."

The first human immigrants carried the racial superiority of the Main World.

They viewed the Three-eyed Race as "useful tools" and the Danasu Race as "living energy converters," while they were filled with caution and rejection towards the Stoker Star refugees.

Though the Three-eyed Race was gentle in nature, their strong perception ability made humans uneasy.

No one likes their emotions to be constantly monitored.

The Danasu Race deeply resented the environmental destruction caused by human resource development, leading to several "purification conflicts."

As for the refugees from Stoker Star, being initially placed in dark, sunless mining areas, resentment spread widely among the lower ranks.