Chapter 643: Chapter 309: Monarch Knight
"No... I must go back imdiately..."
Frederick took a deep breath, forcing himself to regain his composure.
He hurriedly gathered a few of his most important personal items, not even bothering to pack his teaching tools, and rushed towards the door.
Frederick almost stumbled out of the classroom; the overwhelming favor made his steps sowhat unsteady.
In his haste, he even forgot to take his teaching tools from the servant demonic puppet, only focusing on quickly walking towards the teacher’s residence area in the East Wing.
Behind him, the silver servant puppet stood motionless, its crystal eyes flickering with a confused glow.
It chanically scanned the surroundings, confird that the person had indeed left, and began silently tidying up the various teaching tools scattered on the podium.
Rune Pen, Energy Guidance Stone, half-finished demonstration enchantnt tools...
Each item was carefully classified and organized.
As a common demonic puppet of the Crystal Tower, it was long accustod to various sudden situations, including occasional faux pas by the teachers.
"Teacher’s personal items sorted, ready for delivery service."
The puppet emitted a monotonous chanical sound, while inscribing a note on the internal record board:
"Frederick Levin, Lecturer, East Wing Teacher’s Residence B-47 Room, Delivery Fee: 3 Magic Stone Fragnts."
anwhile, Frederick had already rushed into his residence.
He didn’t even have ti to take off his robe and directly lunged towards the filing cabinet in the study.
"There must be... there must be sothing that this genius needs..."
He muttered as he frantically rummaged through his collection from years past.
As a seasoned enchanter, his collection, while not top-tier, had many unique items.
Ancient rune books, rare enchantnt material recipes, and even a few enchantnt tools he had made by hand...
But for a genius like Ron, these were probably too ordinary.
"No, these are too basic..."
Frederick anxiously scratched his greying hair, sweat beading on his forehead.
The favor’s impact still reverberated inside him, that pure energy made his thoughts exceptionally clear.
It was precisely this clarity that deepened his realization of the rarity of such an opportunity.
"What do I have that he needs?"
Frederick scratched his head in frustration, feeling like a rchant trying to approach nobility without a key to open the door.
Suddenly, a na flashed in his mind — Eliot Wandell.
This young wizard from the Storm Clan not only had direct contact with Ron.
More importantly, he possessed the extrely rare perception talent nad "Wind of Listening."
If anyone could understand Ron’s specific needs, it would certainly be him.
Frederick quickly headed to the Communication Crystal to contact this distant nephew.
When the crystal lit up, Eliot’s handso face appeared in the projection.
His unusually large ears were especially noticeable under the light.
"Uncle Frederick? Contacting
so late, is there sothing urgent?"
Eliot asked with confusion, the blue eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Eliot, I need your help."
Frederick spoke directly, without any pleasantries:
"Regarding Ron Ralph, I want to know so personal details."
Upon hearing this na, Eliot’s expression imdiately turned serious.
He gently turned his head, those large ears slightly quivering, seeming to perceive so subtle information.
"Ron Ralph..."
Eliot thoughtfully repeated the na:
"Uncle, why the sudden interest in him? This isn’t like you at all."
"I have reason to believe that he may have a deep interest in Enchantnt."
Frederick’s tone was extraordinarily serious:
"If academic collaboration can be established... this would be extrely important to ."
Eliot gained so understanding.
He certainly understood what having the support of a Treasure Level student ant in the upcoming school reform.
"I see."
He nodded, those large ears slightly trembled again:
"Based on the information I’ve perceived through ’Wind of Listening,’ Ron Ralph is indeed a versatile scholar.
Besides known specialties like Magic Potion Making and Bloodline Modulation, he seems to have considerable research in chivalric cultivation as well."
"Chivalric cultivation?"
Frederick’s eyes lit up, seeing an opportunity with this information.
"Quite sure."
Eliot explained in detail:
"During the trials at the bloodline altar, I witnessed his astonishing physical combat abilities.
Furthermore, from my observation, he seems to have mastered a unique breathing technique that can significantly enhance physical qualities."
He paused montarily, his eyes flashed with a trace of amazent:
"This is extrely rare among official wizards, who typically focus on enhancing spiritual power, with few willing to invest much effort into physical fortification."
Upon hearing this information, Frederick’s heart raced again.
He recalled the precious items in his collection room — various high-level enchantnt plans for weapons and armor, and so special runes specifically targeting physical enhancent.
"Eliot, I owe you a big favor."
Frederick sincerely said, his eyes sparkling with excitent: "This information is too important for ."
"Why be so formal among family."
Eliot smiled, waving his hand:
"But I must remind you, despite Wizard Ralph’s youth, he is said to be extrely shrewd. To establish a friendly relationship, you must genuinely offer sothing valuable."
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