Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 856 - 380: Game of Thrones

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Previously on Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots...
Ron politely deflects the advances of three noblewomen from the Storm Clan, who attempt to seduce him with food and wine. He then engages in a series of probing conversations with Cassius, Victor, and Gareth, discussing his theories on magic in the Abyss and alchemy. Cassius, realizing Ron is immune to seduction, plans to pivot the negotiations towards financial interests, and asks Ron if he has a permanent residence in the Central Lands.
"Indeed, as you stated." Ron acknowledged the necessity. "I have been contemplating this matter, but finding suitable residences proves difficult." "If you would not find it inconvenient, I would be pleased to offer you a residence." Cassius' proposition caused a slight surprise amongst all those present. "It is a three-story structure situated in the North District of the Central Lands, boasting a tranquil environment, perfectly conducive to academic pursuits." This direct and generous offer elicited a frown from Ron. Within the Wizard Society, the principle of equivalent exchange forms the bedrock. "I am grateful for Professor Wandell's kindness," he replied, choosing not to accept immediately but responding cautiously. "However, there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world; if I were to accept such a gift, reciprocity of equal value would be expected." This response only increased Cassius' favorability towards Ron. In the Wizard Society, individuals who are excessively greedy rarely achieve great heights, whereas those who understand boundaries are prime candidates for long-term collaboration. "Since that is your perspective, Ron..." Eliot interjected at an opportune moment, having evidently discussed this very subject with his father prior. "We do indeed have certain proposals for cooperation that we are eager to explore with you." His tone shifted to a more formal register. "Primarily, we aim to secure preferential purchasing rights for specific rare materials originating from the Abyssal Observation Station. Given your current standing, we trust you can facilitate some convenience in this regard." "That is a matter worth serious consideration," Ron nodded, deeming the request reasonable. "The Observation Station does commonly make certain rare materials available for external acquisition, and I can furnish the Storm Clan with pertinent information at an appropriate juncture." "Furthermore, there is the matter of cooperation in bloodline modulation," Eliot's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Our family has cultivated certain individuals with unique bloodlines, who serve us... Should your schedule permit, we would hope for your assistance in refining and modulating these abilities." The term "servants" was clearly a deliberate euphemism in this context. Within the Wizard Society, each prominent family typically cultivates specific intelligent beings, enhanced through sophisticated bloodline modifications. These beings are conventionally referred to as "servants" or "assistants," but in essence, they are indistinguishable from slaves. Ron carefully weighed the implications of these terms. Such a partnership presented a mutually advantageous arrangement: The Storm Clan would gain access to essential technical expertise and resource conduits. Concurrently, he would secure a dependable ally and establish a significant presence within the Central Lands. "These terms fall within an acceptable scope," he finally conceded with an affirmative nod. "However, I propose that we delve into the finer details of our collaboration at a later time." Upon hearing his response, the atmosphere around the dinner table visibly transformed, becoming notably more congenial. The representatives from two venerable clans also began to subtly signal their inclination towards collaboration, clearly intending to capitalize on this rapidly ascending trajectory. Amidst this amicable setting, Cassius' communication crystal suddenly emitted a soft blue luminescence. He offered a brief, apologetic nod to everyone before activating the crystal. "Good evening, Professor Wandell, this is Chester Blake," A voice tinged with a degree of anxiety emanated from the crystal. "I sincerely apologize for the late intrusion, but... I understand you are hosting a gathering this evening. I was wondering if there might be space for an uninvited guest such as myself?" The conversations within the dining chamber abruptly ceased. The name Chester Blake resonated with familiarity among all those present. As one of the most esteemed associate professors at the Crystal Tower, he also represented a significant figurehead for the traditionalist conservative faction. His unexpected arrival was poised to subtly alter the very character of the gathering. Cassius' countenance shifted to one of complexity as his gaze shifted between Ron and Eliot, seemingly seeking their implicit counsel. Eliot gently closed his eyes, activating his unique innate talent. A barely perceptible current of wind swept through the dining room, carrying with it information from a distance. He was capable not only of discerning Chester's spoken words but also of perceiving the subtle tremor in his voice and even shifts in his breathing cadence. A short while later, he opened his eyes and offered a gentle shake of his head to his father. "The visitor harbors no ill intent but undeniably arrives with a pronounced objective," he conveyed. Utilizing his Spiritual Power, he relayed his findings to Cassius. "The 'wind' has imparted the necessary information; his emotional state is a complex admixture of eager anticipation and profound anxiety." This analysis deepened Cassius' consternation. He wished to avoid offending a respected associate professor like Chester, yet simultaneously did not desire to disrupt the carefully cultivated harmony of the evening. "I am amenable to Professor Blake joining our company," Ron spoke, effectively resolving Cassius' dilemma. "However, should he have any matters of significance to discuss, I would suggest deferring such conversations until after the conclusion of the gathering, to ensure minimal disruption to everyone's enjoyment." Upon hearing this proposition, Cassius released a palpable sigh of relief. He reactivated the communication crystal:"Professor Blake, your presence is most definitely welcome. However, tonight is intended as a relaxed social event. Should there be any critical matters requiring discussion, I recommend we address them once the gathering has concluded," Cassius stated. "I understand completely. Yes, I do understand," Chester replied, a clear note of gratitude and relief lacing his voice. "I simply... haven't participated in such social events for quite some time. My primary objective is to reconnect with old acquaintances, particularly the esteemed Lecturer Ralph." "Then we shall anticipate your arrival here," Cassius concluded the conversation with courtesy. Once the communication channel was closed, a more nuanced atmosphere descended upon the dining room. The assembled guests, all experienced individuals, intuitively grasped the underlying implications of this unexpected visit. "It appears Professor Blake is experiencing some... rather challenging circumstances lately," Victor remarked in a low tone. "Indeed, in the present environment, the traditionalists are facing substantial opposition," he added.