Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 859 - 381: At Your Service Anytime

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Previously on Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots...
Chester, facing political isolation and pressure, desperately offers Ron a family heirloom, the 'Eye of Truth' talisman, and a significant sum of magic stones. He asks Ron to apologize and express his changed views on the conquest policy to Cassandra, the Tower Master. Ron accepts the gift and payment, agreeing to deliver the message but without guarantees, warning Chester of his limited influence. Chester, despite his disappointment, is grateful for the small hope. The two then engage in an insightful academic discussion on living machinery fusion.
As the night deepened, the ancestral mansion of the Storm Clan seemed especially tranquil under the glow of the Magic Crystal Lamp. Ron was settled into the guest suite located in the East Wing of the estate, a lavish haven comprising three interconnected rooms. The master bedroom exuded an air of elegant luxury, its walls crafted from moonstone that cast a soft luminescence after dark. "Master, the ambiance here is truly delightful," commented Ailan, its branches gracefully brushing against the room's various adornments. "The concentration of wind elemental energy is perfectly balanced, which is highly beneficial for plant life." Meanwhile, Dale stretched languidly in the crystal bath that had been specially prepared within the suite. "Master, the water quality in this bath is far superior to that at the observation station," the Sea Siren Girl remarked with evident contentment. "There's a subtle oceanic fragrance that reminds me of the coral reefs back home." Ron offered a low acknowledgment and immediately commenced his customary meditation and cultivation. The 'Star Eater's Ravings' technique began its circulation within him. An ancient power, originating from the cosmic depths, slowly seeped into his spiritual core. Through the continuous application of his 'Star Projection' trait, he could perceive a subtle refinement occurring within his magical circuits. ......... The very first rays of the morning sun had just begun to pierce through the crystal windows of the Storm Clan's ancestral mansion. Already, three young women with golden hair were engaged in a spirited debate within the private living room. "Honestly, Carmela, cease with your fanciful notions," Lianna declared, seated at the vanity and leisurely grooming her blonde tresses with a silver comb. "You witnessed last night how Lecturer Ralph reacted to our... expressions of admiration?" She set down the comb and studied her refined features in the mirror, a wry, self-deprecating smile touching her lips. "His gaze didn't even pause on us for a second. He's either genuinely impervious to beauty, as the rumors suggest, or perhaps, in his eyes, the three of us simply aren't deemed worthy." Lavni, the youngest of the sisters, remained snuggled within the ivory silk bedding, only the top of her fluffy blonde hair and sleep-heavy blue eyes visible. Upon hearing her sister's observation, she stirred lazily and turned over. "As I've said... who would possibly wish to rise this early? Besides, Lianna speaks the truth; given last night's display and his detached demeanor, attempting to approach him now would only result in humiliation." She yawned, her voice still thick with sleep. "Furthermore, there are whispers about those two non-human servant girls attending him... tsk tsk, I've heard their bloodline ranks are exceptionally high. Our common human allure is like mere fireflies attempting to rival the moon when compared to theirs." Yet, Carmela, her second sister, sat up decisively from her bed, her sapphire eyes blazing with an almost fanatical resolve. She slowly shook her head, her voice imbued with a potent mix of desperation and determination. "You two fail to grasp the situation." She rose and walked towards the window, her gaze fixed on the distant, faintly discernible Crystal Tower silhouetted against the dawn sky through the intricately carved glass. "Precisely because my innate talent cannot measure up to others, I must seize every possible opportunity. Lianna, your spiritual aptitude is fourth-class upper, giving you a significant chance of achieving the rank of an official wizard. Even though Lavni is the youngest, her talent is also fourth-class upper, and she possesses some probability of becoming an official wizard." She turned back, her expression a complex weave of longing and ambition. "And me? A fourth-class lower talent. If I cannot secure the backing of a truly formidable power..." Carmela left the sentence unfinished, but the fierce ambition ignited in her eyes spoke volumes. In this world of Wizards, one's innate talent dictates the ultimate limit of their potential. A fourth-class lower talent indicates a high probability of remaining perpetually in the advanced apprentice stage, never truly attaining significant power. "But Carmela..." Lianna's tone softened slightly as she approached her sister. "Do you truly believe Ron Ralph would alter his perspective based solely on physical attractiveness?" She gently placed a hand on Carmela's shoulder. "When Father introduced us last night, I paid very close attention to his gaze. That profound calmness... it wasn't an act. It was as if he were observing three inanimate objects, devoid of any personal sentiment." "Moreover..." Lianna lowered her voice, a subtle tremor of apprehension surfacing in her eyes. "Did either of you notice how, when he looked at us, my bloodline instincts issued a warning? It felt like an antelope confronting a leopard..." Lavni also sat up in bed, her young face etched with bewilderment. "I thought I was the only one sensing that. Clearly, his current power level isn't comparable to our father's Moon-level strength, yet why does he inspire such... dread?" However, Carmela's expression only hardened with renewed determination. She strode to the wardrobe, beginning the process of selecting her attire for the day. "The more extraordinary he is, the more it proves my point. How else could an ordinary young wizard gain the attention of the Cassandra Tower Master before reaching the age of twenty?" She retrieved a long, sky-blue silk dress, her personal favorite.| "I don't expect to truly conquer him, but if I can just leave a slight mark...Even if it's just for him to remember my name, it's a massive gain for me."Lianna observed her sister's almost fanatical resolve, her heart churning with a whirlwind of emotions.As the elder sister, her fervent wish was naturally for her sibling to secure greater chances for advancement.Yet, at the same time, a nagging concern lingered: Carmela might commit foolish acts driven by unchecked aspirations."Very well then..." she finally relented:"But keep this in mind: understand your boundaries.If he overtly displays his annoyance, cease your actions at once.The repercussions of angering someone of his stature are a price our family cannot bear.Lavni retreated back beneath the blankets, her voice muffled as she spoke: