Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1329 - 527: Akasha Record_3

Nari’s tone became lively again:

"We need to show our teacher that his students are becoming increasingly excellent!"

"Well then, what exactly is the cultivation plan?"

Aselia also returned to a rational state.

"First is the training in dual perception."

Ron organized his thoughts:

"I need to find the intersection between historical research and astrological prophecy in my teaching practice."

Just right, there is Lira’s personal guidance class tomorrow, perhaps it can provide some inspiration.

.........

The next morning, Ron awaited the arrival of Lira in the personal guidance room.

This small classroom was arranged like a cozy tea room.

Gentle light spilled in through the crystal windows, and the air was filled with the calming scent of herbal grass.

"Master, good morning."

Lira arrived punctually, the third eye on her forehead flickering slightly upon seeing Ron:

"Your emotional state today... seems to have undergone some kind of transformation?"

Such keen perception ability made Ron nod secretly.

"You’ve observed closely, Lira. Indeed, I thought of some past events last night."

He didn’t explain in detail but shifted his focus to the day’s teaching content:

"Today, we will continue the practice of emotional resonance perception."

Ron retrieved several different items from the storage bag:

An ancient copper coin, a withered leaf, and a small piece of warm jade.

"These items all carry different emotional memories.

A historian’s advancement requires preparation at the Official Wizard stage, but today’s practice can lay a solid foundation for you."

Lira looked at the items with some curiosity.

"Alright, choose the item that attracts your attention the most."

Ron guided: "Don’t use your eyes to look, but use your third eye to ’feel’."

"Every time someone touches or uses the item, it leaves a faint emotional wave on it.

These waves accumulate within the item, forming a unique ’emotional spectrum.’

Learning to perceive this spectrum is the first step to deeply understanding historical events."

Lira closed her eyes, the silver vertical eye on her forehead slowly opened.

After a period of perception, she chose the copper coin.

Subsequently, under his detailed guidance, Lira began to attempt this entirely new way of perception.

"I can feel... a mixed blend of intense emotions."

Her voice became dreamlike:

"There is warmth, expectation, and a slight tinge of reluctance..."

"Continue, try to understand the source of these emotions."

"This copper coin... was repeatedly touched by an elderly person."

Lira’s perception gradually deepened:

"He was missing someone, a person he hadn’t seen for a long time.

Every time he caressed this copper coin, he would reminisce about the good times spent with that person..."

"Very outstanding!"

Ron nodded in praise: "Keep it up, you will also become an outstanding historian later."

During this teaching process, he himself also had insights:

[Historical Research (Mastery) Experience Points +1]

Just as he was immersed in his own thoughts, the air in the room suddenly became heavy.

An ancient pressure from the depths of time surged in like a tide.

Lira’s third eye immediately closed tightly, and she instinctively felt some incomprehensible being was descending.

"Master..." her voice trembled: "Something is coming."

Ron felt the burning dog teeth on his body and immediately realized something:

"Lira, go back and rest. Remember, don’t mention today’s matter to anyone."

The three-eyed race girl didn’t understand what happened but could sense the urgency in Ron’s tone.

Smartly nodding, she quickly left the room.

When the door closed, ripples of space-time began to appear in the center of the room.

In the next second, a blurry figure composed of distorted light and shadow emerged in the room.

Saklang’s four eyes flickered unpredictably, and his voice carried undisguised agitation:

"Human, you’ve been causing too much commotion in the river lately!"

The phantom hound projection floated erratically:

"Your frequent and deep retrospection is like lighting a bonfire in a dark forest. Those hungry beasts are being attracted."

"What’s the specific situation?"

Actually, Ron even somewhat anticipated the attack from the hounds.

"As I mentioned before, since that coward chose to ’slumber’, our faction has already split."

Saklang’s voice was filled with discontent:

"My ’Team No. 36’ along with some other old hounds experienced that woman’s era.

We are well aware of the terror of certain existences, so we advocate caution."

"But more composed of the new generation, the ’radicals’ have never witnessed such great terror."

The tone of the hound became even more somber:

"They regard wizards capable of interfering with time as the top prey, believing devouring you will bring rapid advancement.

These mad young hounds mock us elders as ’scaredy old dogs’."

This information made Ron fall into deep thought.

The internal division of the Time Hound clan is both an opportunity and a challenge.

The existence of conservatives offers him a buffer, but the threat of radicals is tangible.

"So, how do you plan to handle this issue?"

"I will restrain my subordinates, but those mad young successors will not heed my command."

Saklang frankly admitted his limitations:

"What I can do is to give you a warning through Dog Teeth when they approach.

Moreover, I will create some ’time fog’ around you. This can confuse your scent and make the strongest and most perceptive hounds lose direction."

The hound projection’s eyes revealed slyness:

"Those who come should not be ones you can’t handle right now."

The undertone of these words was quite obvious:

Saklang is protecting his investment in this "Erica’s Heir."

He wants to ensure Ron grows strong enough, not facing deadly threats prematurely.

Ron keenly captured the opponent’s mentality.

"Saklang." His voice contained temptation like the fruit of the serpent:

"A throne cannot always remain empty, a coward hiding in the depths of time doesn’t deserve the title Dog King."

Upon hearing this somewhat familiar opening, the hound’s body slightly trembled, its four eyes simultaneously focused on Ron.

"You’re sophisticated, wiser than those young kin, and better understand the balance of gains and losses."

Ron continued his inducement:

"Keep maintaining your ’sense of timing.’ Once I establish my ’kingdom,’ I don’t mind supporting a new Dog King who truly understands order to ascend the throne."

These words, through the deep connection of Dog Teeth, triggered a violent resonance in Saklang’s consciousness.

Time hounds are naturally endowed with foresight, and in moments of intense emotional fluctuation, this ability is unconsciously activated.

Saklang’s four eyes began to see some chaotic fragments of the future:

On a battlefield in the Otherworld shrouded by war fire, the young wizard before him had already grown into a formidable presence;

On a giant throne composed of solidified time crystal, the familiar figure began to engage in equal dialogue with various transcendent existences...

These future snippets sketched across Saklang’s consciousness like lightning, terrifying it to the verge of spewing its own mouthparts.

Though the future is always mutable, such magnitude of resonance only appears when an individual truly possesses the potential to change the world.

"You...really have the possibility of achieving these." Saklang’s voice carried a fearful emotion.

"I never promise what I can’t accomplish."

Ron’s answer was concise and confident.

But even in such alluring prospects, the massacre in Erica’s era still left an indelible mark of fear deep in Saklang’s soul.

Its loyalty and help were more founded on adherence to greater interests, and avoidance of deeper fears.

Saklang thought pessimistically:

"Another ’Erica’-like figure, always promises power and thrones, but ultimately leaves followers a fate swallowed by shadows."

"Become the new king? No, not being discarded like a pawn when that day comes is already the best ending."

Ron keenly sensed the ingrained distrust within the opponent’s heart.

But he didn’t mind.

He did not subscribe to the idea that absolute loyalty equates to disloyalty.

Complete loyalty is always a luxury.

As long as the opponent obeys his orders out of fear, that’s sufficient.

"Very well." He nodded in satisfaction:

"The hunt about to come will be the first touchstone after I integrate all forces."

"It will also allow my ’allies’ a deeper understanding of my strength."

Saklang’s projection began to turn transparent, the connection was about to sever:

"The protection offered by my time fog is only limited, the final result still relies on your own strength."

"I will be prepared."