Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 882 - 388: Just a Massage? (2)

Ron nodded with satisfaction:

"Moreover, this technology can be applied to a wider range of fields.

The compatibility issues in bloodline modulation, the stability issues in alchemical creatures, and even the fit between magic and caster can all be solved through similar principles."

For the next two hours, Ron deeply expounded on the entirety of the life resonance theory.

From its fundamental principles to its practical implementations, from the selection of materials to the techniques of crafting, every aspect was covered with thoroughness and clarity.

What was particularly impressive were the several real-world case studies he presented.

By precisely adjusting the resonance frequency of a magical potion, he successfully aided an apprentice suffering from persistent mental fatigue in achieving a full recovery;

he enabled an experimental creature, which had been failing in its bloodline fusion, to stabilize its condition;

and he even assisted an Advanced Apprentice in overcoming a long-standing bottleneck in their meditation practice.

"As you can plainly see, the application potential of life resonance technology is practically boundless."

Ron concluded his lecture:

"However, I must emphasize to everyone that this technology also carries significant inherent risks.

Incorrect adjustments to the frequency could potentially lead to the collapse of an organism's entire energy system, with consequences that are often irreversible."

His expression grew solemn as he continued:

"Therefore, any undertakings must be performed under stringent safety protocols.

My recommendation to everyone present is to begin with the most basic frequency perception exercises to gradually build your experience."

As the course drew to a close, the lecture hall erupted in fervent applause.

Numerous students and auditing guests, still brimming with questions, swarmed around the podium, eager to continue their inquiries.

"Lecturer Ralph, regarding the precise ratios for the Frequency Regulator..."

"May I inquire about how this technology applies to bloodline modulation..."

"I wish to delve deeper into the finer points of the emotional perception mechanisms..."

At this juncture, an elderly gentleman bearing an Associate Professor insignia could not help but step forward:

"Lecturer Ralph, I, for one, am quite intrigued by the neural network adaptation mechanism detailed in your most recent paper..."

This individual was a visiting Associate Professor from the Elemental Garden.

He adjusted the crystal monocle perched on his nose and inquired with a persistent tone:

"If this technology were applied to the Element Summoning Array, could it potentially..."

"Professor Cason, with the utmost respect, your line of inquiry appears to deviate from the subject matter of today's lecture,"

Ron replied gently as he meticulously placed the last precision instrument into its protective casing.

"However, I have indeed conducted some research concerning the matter you raise.

The core of element summoning lies in constructing order, whereas my system is centered around adapting to chaos. There exists a fundamental divergence in their underlying theoretical frameworks."

Halting his movements, he turned to face the white-haired professor:

"But, if your interest lies in the emergency response mechanisms for when a summoning ritual goes awry, then there might be some relevant insights to offer..."

Confronted by the overwhelming wave of questions, Ron maintained his composure and professionalism.

He addressed each query sequentially, occasionally providing supplementary practical demonstrations.

Yet, as more time elapsed, the crowd only swelled, and individuals even began forming queues.

By the time evening descended, the discussions within the Crystal Tower's lecture hall remained as vibrant as ever.

Just as Ron was contemplating an opportune moment, or perhaps a plausible excuse, to make his departure, a distinct magical wave emanated from beyond the classroom.

The wave expanded outwards like ripples on the surface of tranquil water, imbued with an inherent gravitas.

This was unmistakably the aura characteristic of the Dragon Species!

Under its formidable and palpable presence, all conversations immediately ground to a halt.

Franka's silhouette emerged at the doorway; the half-dragon maid maintained her customary stern expression.

However, her aura today seemed noticeably more subdued than usual.

As her silver-grey eyes surveyed the room, everyone instinctively took a half-step back.

"My apologies for interrupting your academic discourse."

Her voice, though outwardly calm, carried a subtle pressure that compelled several apprentices to swallow audibly.

Franka's gaze then settled on Ron, and she offered a slight nod: "Her Highness requests your presence at the Jadeite Pavilion, Lecturer Ralph."

The pronouncement landed like a stone cast into a placid lake, sending shockwaves through the assembly.

Her Highness Eve! The Crown Clan! The implications were immediate.

Those who had been clamoring with questions hastily began gathering their belongings.

No matter the academic importance of their inquiries, none dared to defy the explicit arrangements of the Crown Clan.

Professor Cason’s complexion paled slightly, and he quickly bowed to Ron:

"Lecturer Ralph, I must apologize for my presumption. The affairs of the Crown Clan are, by their very nature, of paramount importance. Please do not allow us to hinder your timely arrival."

"There is no need for apologies, Professor Cason." Ron carefully packed away the final piece of equipment and addressed the assembled individuals with a nod:

"Should any further questions arise, please feel welcome to schedule a formal discussion through the established channels."

As the final student departed, Ron exited the classroom alongside Franka.

Along the hallway, several students walking by couldn't help but notice them.

Their gazes flickered with a mix of complex feelings—a blend of envy, profound awe, and an unsettling undercurrent of fear.

"How is Her Highness feeling today?" Ron inquired casually, walking next to Franka.

The half-dragon maid maintained an even pace, yet Ron could distinctly detect a subtle worry within her eyes.

"More... expectant than usual."

Franka chose her words with a degree of reservation:

"Since you recommenced your regular instruction upon your return from the observatory, Her Highness's mental state has indeed shown a marked improvement. However..."

The concern visible in her silver eyes intensified:

"I get the impression that Her Highness's... yearning for this betterment surpasses ordinary limits."

This subtle intimation prompted a slight frown from Ron.