Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1310 - 522: Hidden Divides (Part 2)

The racial conflict events recorded in the archives are shocking:

The human scholars attempted to forcibly dissect the third eye of the Three-eyed Race;

The Danasu Race "purified" the entire human residential area’s drinking water, causing dozens to have abnormal reactions;

The Stove Star People refugees organized three large-scale destruction operations...

The real turning point appeared ten years ago.

Vinard issued the "Racial Harmony Legislation," establishing strict supervision mechanisms and severe punitive measures.

Any form of racial discrimination would face expulsion from the colony, and inter-racial violence was a serious crime.

Under the pressure of strong policies, the surface-level conflicts indeed disappeared.

But Ron, observing colony life these days through the "Observer’s Eye," discovered another subtle issue.

Communication between various races became notably "polite" and "cautious."

Humans would deliberately control their emotional fluctuations when interacting with the Three-eyed Race, fearing the other would perceive inappropriate thoughts;

The Danasu Race, when in contact with humans, always maintained a safe distance to avoid accidental energy resonance;

The Stove Star People even more so enclosed themselves within their work areas, hardly interacting with other races except for necessary technical exchanges.

The surface harmony covers deeper estrangement.

Each race is more willing to stay within their own "comfort zone," communicating with their kind and handling internal affairs.

Cross-racial friendships became rare, and mixed marriages bore immense invisible pressures.

"Kael’s mother’s tragedy is actually not an isolated case."

Ron continuously analyzed:

"Under Vinard’s iron-fisted policies, racial discrimination has transformed from explicit to implicit.

People don’t dare publicly express prejudice, but such prejudices haven’t truly disappeared, just suppressed to deeper levels."

"This ’passive harmony,’ though maintaining surface stability, also creates more subtle pain."

"Those who truly attempt to cross racial boundaries often find themselves in a lonelier predicament."

Just then, there was a slight sound of footsteps at the classroom door.

Lira and several other apprentices walked in; they had evidently heard about Kael’s plight.

"Mentor Ralph, we want to help find Kael’s protective talisman."

Lira spoke up, the third eye on her forehead glimmering slightly, "Perhaps my ability could be useful?"

Ron looked at these apprentices concerned for their companion, a thought arising in his mind.

Indeed, this is a perfect practice teaching opportunity, especially for Lira.

"An excellent suggestion." He nodded in agreement:

"However, before we begin, I am preparing to briefly introduce you to the relevant content."

Ron walked to the blackboard and drew a simple timeline:

"Most astrologers and prophets are accustomed to focusing on the ’future.’

They attempt to foresee upcoming events and predict possible outcomes."

"But truly wise prophets understand that the past is often more valuable than the future."

He drew a circle at the left end of the timeline:

"The future holds countless possibilities, each choice leading to different branches.

But the past holds only one truth, and the traces it leaves are real and stable."

Lira nodded thoughtfully:

"You mean, rather than predicting where the talisman is, it’s better to trace how it disappeared?"

"Exactly right." Ron praised:

"Lira, I want you to try a brand new way of perception.

Don’t look at what the ’future’ might find, but feel what the ’past’ has left behind."

Half an hour later, the group arrived at Kael’s dormitory.

This was a simple yet tidy single room, the furniture arranged very orderly.

The small box on the desk was still in its original place but was indeed empty.

"Lira, try using your third eye to observe this room." Ron began his guidance:

"Just like I had you repeatedly practice before, pursue the ’echoes of history,’ to perceive residual traces of the past."

"Emotion is a form of energy, when strong enough, it leaves lasting imprints in the environment."

Lira nodded, cautiously opening her third eye.

Initially, she still saw familiar scenes.

The energy flow within the room, the magic power of objects, and the emotional fluctuations of those present.

"I see a lot of current information, but the traces of the past... are very vague."

She shook her head, perplexed:

"It’s like looking at distant mountains through fog, feeling there’s something there but unable to discern specific shapes."

"That’s normal." Ron encouraged:

"Historical perception requires a different ’focus.’

Try to slow your breathing, let your consciousness extend backward, as if paging through a book arranged in reverse."

Lira adjusted her perception method following the instructions.

Gradually, the room began to change in her third eye view.

The current scene became semi-transparent, while behind it, more ancient images began to appear.

"I see it!" she exclaimed excitedly:

"Three days ago, Kael did indeed take off the talisman here.

I can see a mass of... golden light moving from his chest to above the desk."

"Good, continue tracing that mass of light." Lira’s perception extended forward, following the trace of golden hue.

"The talisman stayed in the box all night... but by early the next morning, the light began to move."

Her expression turned puzzled:

"Strange, it wasn’t taken by someone, it completely seems to... have floated out of the room on its own?"