Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 893 - 392: Truly for You

The airship journeyed through the perpetual, blood-red mist veiled above the abyss. Inside the cabin, the magic power stabilizer hummed with a steady rhythm. Ron, positioned by the window, gazed down through the reinforced abyss crystal porthole. The observation station's tentacle-like structures pulsed with an eerie bioluminescence against the night, appearing to welcome his arrival. Yet, his focus wasn't on the exterior spectacle, but rather on the finely bound book resting upon his knees.

-- "High Tier Radiation Field Theory and Practice"

This invaluable tome was a clandestine parting gift from Eve. The book's cover, fashioned from ancient dragon scales, retained a lifelike vibrancy, subtly shifting hues with the reader's emotions. Golden runes, not merely ornamental, were inscribed on its surface, acting as seals of knowledge accessible only through sufficient spiritual power.

As Ron's fingers grazed the cover, the dragon scales emanated a distinct warmth, seemingly acknowledging his touch. "Eve, for this book..." he murmured softly, recalling their farewell at the Jadeite Pavilion the previous evening. The young woman's palms had been damp with nervousness.

"Master, this is the highest-tier tome on radiation field control within our clan..." The black-haired princess, illuminated by moonlight, confessed with her amethyst-like eyes betraying a hidden anxiety. "I know you can't offer guidance on radiation fields as I'm not an official wizard. But at least... at least I can secure the best theoretical foundation for you..." She then bit her lower lip, her concern that her efforts might go unappreciated deeply imprinted in Ron's memory.

"And this..." Eve produced a small crystal vial from her sleeve. "Although I couldn't replicate the formula—Mother placed triple knowledge seals upon it—I secretly acquired this finished potion using my authority..." Her voice dwindled to a whisper, her cheeks flushing like ripe apples. "If discovered, Mother would confine me to the tower for a month... but... but if it aids you..."

Her willingness to brave severe consequences for his sake resonated deeply within Ron. This potion was precisely the coveted "Thought Expansion Potion" he had desired for so long. Within the crystal container, a silvery-blue liquid flowed like celestial stars, each droplet embodying concentrated wisdom.

Eve's readiness to risk Cassandra's potential reprisal underscored the rarity of such dedicated assistance in this wizarding world, a realm that prioritized logic and self-preservation above all. "She views me as her sole hope..." Ron mused, gently tracing the book's pages. While the girl's attachment might verge on unhealthy, her sacrifice was undeniably genuine and pure.

He remembered Cassandra's parting counsel: "Do not betray her trust..." Had she foreseen her daughter's clandestine actions to procure secret knowledge and potent potions for him?

The airship commenced its descent, the engines' changing pitch resonating outside. "Master, we are nearing our destination," Ailan's voice, brimming with anticipation, reached him. Having experienced the marvels of aerial cities numerous times, the tree spirit felt an increasing affinity for the observation station and its surrounding territories. Her verdant leaves rustled gently, releasing a soothing herbal aroma.

"Dale wishes to return home too!" The sea demon girl exclaimed from her aquarium, her fin splashing water with delight. "Although the water at the observation station has a unique scent, it feels far more comfortable than the sterile ponds in the Central Lands!" As the airship's ramp lowered, the abyss's distinctive, chaotic aura flooded the vicinity. Paradoxically, these familiar energy fluctuations offered Ron a curious sense of peace. Unlike the pervasive surveillance of the Central Lands, there were no unseen eyes watching here.

"Lecturer Ralph, welcome back." The receptionist greeted him with heightened deference, their gaze a mixture of envy and admiration. "Your lecture in the Central Lands caused quite a sensation; the entire academic community is abuzz with discussions about your 'Abyss Simulation Device' theory."

"Thank you," Ron replied concisely, simultaneously directing Ailan and Dale to manage the considerable amount of equipment being unloaded from the airship's hold. "Handle those crystal amplifiers with care," he advised. "Any significant jostling during transit could alter their internal resonance frequency." Ailan meticulously wrapped each intricate component with vines, her movements as delicate as tending to fragile saplings. Dale, employing her water element affinity, efficiently managed the liquid substances requiring specialized storage conditions.