Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1323 - 526: The Chronicle of Time

Ron put his divination tools back into his storage bag, but his mind was occupied with other thoughts.

He could certainly sense Hillas’s hostility.

This kind of conflict, stemming from ideological clashes and threats to vested interests, is not uncommon in academia.

A senior enchanter who insists on traditional standardized education facing a newcomer advocating personalized cultivation is bound to clash.

However, this level of hostility is far from being defined as a lofty "weaver" in his divination system.

Hillas, although an elite wizard of the Moon level and quite renowned in the field of enchantment, is ultimately just a technical expert from academia.

His tactics are nothing more than academic debates and questioning data.

At most, he sets up some technical obstacles in public lectures to prove the correctness of his views.

This level of scheming can only be considered a "prank" at best, not a real threat.

"A true weaver... should have enough influence to lay out plans on a more macro level."

Ron analyzed in his mind:

"At the very least, it should be a Great Wizard level, or a Dark Sun level strongman with significant political resources."

He remembered those competitors Vinard had mentioned:

"Molten Fire Duke" Erastos and "Furnace Maker" Mandela, these are the players truly capable of manipulating situations behind the scenes.

Or perhaps, other spies sent by Cassandra?

"In any case, Hillas is just a pawn on the board, not the one pulling the strings."

Ron gently rubbed the spot on his chest that still ached faintly:

"The warning from the Chaos Bloodline is never aimless, but I need to distinguish between direct and indirect threats."

Hillas’s goal is clear.

By messing up his public lecture, he aims to prove the unreliability of the Resonance Technique, thus re-establishing the authority of traditional teaching methods.

Such behavior is annoying, but essentially it is merely a competition for academic interests, not a vicious retaliation of a mortal enemy.

"Therefore, the response strategy should be adjusted accordingly."

Ron planned in his mind:

"Dealing with Hillas requires technical preparation and psychological defense, not the determination for a life-and-death struggle."

"But for a true ’weaver,’ I must maintain the highest level of vigilance..."

As he was immersed in strategic thinking, a familiar and warm wave of consciousness suddenly emanated from deep within his bloodline.

That feeling was like hearing the accent of home in a cold foreign land, both familiar and comforting.

"My darling! Mom has missed you so much!"

Nari’s excited voice exploded in his mind, filled with over a month’s worth of deep longing:

"The star domain you’re in is really too far, making it so that I can only establish a stable contact method with you now!"

As the bloodline resonance strengthened, Ron could feel Nari’s emotion at this moment.

It was an almost ecstatic joy, mixed with deep worry and reluctance.

"Mom, I miss you too."

He responded in his mind:

"How have you been these days? Are there any new developments in your domain?"

"New developments?" Nari’s tone took on a mysterious air:

"There are indeed some strange changes... but let’s not talk about those serious matters for now. Mom wants to first make sure you haven’t been hurt or bullied!"

Her consciousness, like gentle tendrils, wandered through Ron’s spiritual world, carefully sensing his overall state:

"Oh? Your spiritual power and magic power compression have both strengthened a lot."

"And these bloodline auras..."

Nari’s voice became even more joyful:

"The Dragon Bloodline has fused well, and the Chaos Sheep Head is also developing steadily. My darling is becoming more and more impressive!"

While the mother and son were engaged in a warm exchange of consciousness, a slightly weak voice interjected:

"Ahem... since the ’family reunion’ has started, can you also count me, the ’lodger,’ in?"

Aselia’s Dragon Shadow slowly materialized in Ron’s consciousness space.

Although becoming more transparent due to the low magic environment, the wisdom in those dragon eyes remained bright.

"Oh, isn’t this our ’noble Dragon Race’ here?"

Nari’s tone immediately turned teasing:

"So, after staying in such a ’crude’ environment for so long, haven’t you chosen to leave yet?

I thought the little ice block would find this place ’unworthy’ of her status."

"I... I am just fulfilling my duty as a guide!"

Aselia’s dragon tail dissatisfiedly slapped the air:

"Moreover, this low magic environment affects me more than you think!

Being able to persist until now is already a victory of willpower!"

"Haha, sounds like an excuse to me."

Nari’s laughter was as clear as a little girl’s:

"But to be honest, being able to endure so long under these conditions is indeed commendable.

I thought that the proud Ancient Dragon Race wouldn’t bear such ’grievance.’

"Wh... what do you mean by grievance?!"

Aselia’s voice rose by eight degrees:

"I, a dignified Ancient Silver Dragon, what harsh environment haven’t I endured?

This is nothing!"

"Then why did you just say ’a big impact’?"

Nari intentionally pressed: "Isn’t it quite easy?"

"I... that is... those are two different things!"

Aselia began stammering:

"Difficulties are difficulties, but it doesn’t mean I can’t overcome them!"

"Alright, alright, both of you."

Ron couldn’t help but interrupt the bickering that would never end:

"Aselia, it’s indeed not easy for you to persist until now, and I am very grateful.