Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1400 - 550: The Three Layers of Secrets in the Colony

When Hillas arrived at Ron’s dormitory door, night had completely fallen.

Three stars twinkled in the emerald green sky, casting a tranquil and mysterious glow over this Otherworld.

He took a deep breath and gently knocked on the door.

As Hillas knocked on the door outside, Ron’s mind was immediately filled with Nari’s alert voice:

"Honey, there’s an ill-intentioned person here."

Her tone was laced with obvious hostility:

"I can sense that kind of deceitful scent on him—respectful on the surface, but full of schemes inside.

Just like those deep-sea piranhas that bite you in the back, cute on the outside but with jaws full of saw-like sharp teeth."

"Mom, don’t say that." Ron gently replied in his consciousness:

"Hillas might have his own stance, but he might not be entirely our enemy."

"Hmph!" Nari let out a dissatisfied snort, her tone stubbornly childish:

"Mom has lived so long, what kind of person haven’t I seen?

This kind of old fox pretends the best, don’t be fooled by him!"

Aselia’s voice also emerged at that moment:

"From a strategic perspective, this might be an opportunity.

If he’s really here seeking help, then we have the upper hand in controlling the situation."

Dragon Soul’s analysis is always rational and profound:

"Our Dragon Race’s philosophy of survival is: never refuse opportunities that present themselves, yet never fully trust the other party’s motives."

"So, what’s your suggestion?"

Ron, already accustomed to the habit of others starting with "our Dragon Race xxx," continued to inquire cooperatively.

"Listen to what he has to say, but keep the initiative firmly in your own hands."

Aselia’s tone turned sharper:

"If he really needs our help, he must pay the appropriate price."

With this short exchange concluded, he began to answer the door politely.

"Come in."

Upon entering, Hillas saw him sitting at the desk, with several thick tomes spread in front of him.

The warm yellow light of the magic lamp cast a tranquil ambiance over him.

"Associate Professor Hillas, visiting this late at night, there must be something important, right?"

Ron raised his head, a polite smile on his face:

"Please, have a seat. Would you like something to drink?"

This calm attitude slightly eased Hillas’s initial nervousness.

"Thank you, no need." Hillas sat on the chair opposite:

"Lecturer Ralph, I’ve come today to... propose something to you."

He detailed the situation of the "Industrial Catalyst" project and the technical bottleneck his team encountered to Ron.

"Industrial Catalyst"—their outward term, used to mask the real issue that had troubled the technical team for decades.

That special mineral vein called "Silent Mine Salt," on the surface, seemed like an ordinary industrial raw material.

In external technical reports, it’s described as "a rare mineral with unique catalytic properties, used to enhance array efficiency and magic power transmission stability."

This portrayal is not entirely a lie and successfully conceals its truly terrifying potential.

"So, you mean..."

Ron nodded after listening:

"You hope that, as a special advisor, I can use the ’Soul Symphony’ theory to try and solve this decades-old dilemma for the colony?"

"Yes." Hillas’s voice carried sincerity:

"I must admit, my team has reached its limits with traditional methods."

"...And so, the kind of skills you’ve showcased in your cooking demonstration might just be the key to solving this problem."

He summarized:

"We need a brand-new approach, a way to converse with these ’storied pollutants’."

"See!" Nari’s voice was filled with an "I told you so" pride:

"This old fox indeed needs us! And now he knows to humbly seek help? Wasn’t he arrogant before?"

"Calm down, Nari."

Aselia restrained her emotional response:

"Now, the most important thing is how to maximize the value of this opportunity."

"This project’s strategic significance is immense." Dragon Soul continued to analyze:

"If it’s truly as he says, solving this problem will bring you a qualitative leap in status within the colony."

"It indeed is a... highly challenging issue."

After pondering for a moment, Ron slowly spoke:

"Associate Professor Hillas, I need to confirm a few key points first."

"Go ahead." Hillas immediately straightened his posture.

"First, if I join this project, how will the decision-making power be allocated?"

Ron’s gaze turned sharp:

"I need to know who has the final say in choosing the crucial technical route."

This question took Hillas by surprise, but he quickly understood his intent.

"You will serve as the chief advisor for the project." He answered sincerely:

"Regarding technical plans involving ’Spiritual Resonance,’ you will have absolute decision-making power. My team will fully cooperate with your guidance."

"Very well. Second question: what about the project’s timeline and resource allocation?"

"With Professor Weinard’s approval, this project will receive the highest priority in resource support."

Hillas’s response appeared more respectful:

"Whatever equipment, materials, or personnel you require, we will strive to provide.

As for time... frankly, we hope to see substantial progress within three months."