"..."
The unavoidable question appeared right in front of him.
With his abilities, Ronald could co up with an unverifiable explanation, at least enough to deal with the middle-aged man in front of him.
After all, everything in his body is the bloodline of the Adler family.
Other aspects of the evidence cannot be faked.
However, Ronald felt an impulse driven by curiosity—he wanted to tell the man in front of him everything.
Essentially, this is an independent space and won't affect the outside world. Even if Ronald does sothing outrageous here, as long as he can bear the consequences, there's no pressure.
And at certain special monts, Ronald never minded taking risks.
So he spoke up:
"Sir, actually, it's like this."
"Il and I are not from this era; using so special ans, we co from a distant future."
"..."
The expression of curiosity on the middle-aged man's face imdiately froze.
Although he is a well-inford original text holder, his first reaction to Ronald's statent was disbelief.
Since the discovery of the original texts in this world, all kinds of magical abilities have indeed erged continuously.
But coming from a distant future...
Such a notion of ti travel is indeed too extraordinary.
Standing opposite the middle-aged man, Ronald also beca cautious due to the man's expression. He knew well that if a conflict erupted because of this claim, both parties would soon resort to 'negotiation' through force.
However, the middle-aged man's choice did not lead the atmosphere to an extre.
Though his expression showed disbelief, he did not completely dismiss Ronald's claim, instead, he stated matter-of-factly:
"Ronald, your statent is very... very shocking."
"Even though I don't want to believe it, perhaps, you could prove your claim to ?"
The middle-aged man's practical attitude was undoubtedly the greatest news for Ronald.
Faced with this precious opportunity,
he thought carefully, and finally took out the "Sir Ronald Adler's diary," which he had never touched before, from the most intimate place.
"First is this, which should prove my identity."
Seeing Ronald take out a diary, the middle-aged man was initially puzzled. But relying on the relationship with the Adler family's ancestor—Hopes, he quickly realized and then stepped forward to gently touch the diary.
"This is... Hopes's original text!"
"He, I can feel he is still alive, it's unreasonable that he is still alive and this thing would end up in soone else's hands..."
Confirming the essence hidden beneath the diary's surface, the middle-aged man's expression beca even more confused. He even took several steps back, seemingly unable to accept the reality presented before him.
"..."
Throughout the process, Ronald stood silently watching.
From the few speeches of the middle-aged man earlier, he understood that this was a person with clear thinking and rigorous logic. At this mont, rather than giving more explanations, it was better to let him figure it out by himself and then ask the real questions he needed answers to.
"Boss, this guy's emotions are fluctuating a lot, he won't go crazy, will he?"
At this ti, Il, who was stepped on the floor by Ronald, asked in a low voice. Although her movent was restricted, her observation of the surroundings never ceased for a mont.
"Shouldn't we strike first while we have the advantage?"
"Didn't you also teach Fiel that it's crucial to hold the initiative when things aren't clear?"
Before Ronald could answer Il's question, the middle-aged man with a pained expression spoke first:
"Young lady, there's no need to be so afraid."
"Although I am confused inside, I am not like those madn in the witchcraft council who kill anyone on sight."
After calming Il, the middle-aged man beckoned to Ronald and then turned to lead the way into the depths of the house.
"Co, let's talk inside slowly."
"Additionally, you may call Majie'er, currently considered one of the major councilors of [Lachimont]."
After introducing himself, Majie'er's figure disappeared into the depths of the room.
Although Ronald imdiately released Il and followed him, deep down, he was led back to past experiences.
Back then, when reading the church's secret materials, he had seen this na.
It was in a digest called "Shui's Collection."
It explained this Majie'er's viewpoint at the end of the Dark Age—[He believed that the order established by us casters was a wrong choice made with less past experience, and continuing would only lead to collapse.]
In other words.
During this current period, Majie'er was still just a major councilor of [Lachimont]. But in the future, this was a mber of the top organization of the mystical side, the so-called [Council of Six].
Even compared to the ancestor of the Adler family, Hopes, or that enigmatic figure who pioneered school marks and inscription techniques, Stat, he was a top-level caster.
Especially Majie'er's viewpoint.
He did not favor caster order and believed that it would inevitably lead to collapse.
"..."
Struggling to control his excited emotions, Ronald followed Majie'er to the depths of the room.
The layout here was quite orderly.
On the eastern side of the room, two bookshelves extending to the ceiling stood side by side, along with all sorts of docuntation on the opposite side, blocking an entire wall tightly.
On the opposite side.
Three functionally distinct laboratory tables divided the room into unequal parts.
Majie'er, who entered a step earlier than Ronald, was standing on a central obsidian platform, using magic power to control alternating bright and dark light spots on the table, gathering them into a golden box.
Clearly, Ronald and Il's arrival interrupted Majie'er's previous research.
So he took the ti to tidy up the experint table.
Then, Ronald approached to take a look.
But he was imdiately drawn to this scene.
These light spots, bright or dark, contained extrely faint magic fluctuation. Even with Ronald's sensory abilities, in such close proximity, he could barely detect the accumulated magic from all the spots.
Such wondrous and minute things, what kind of research had been conducted by the mystical side in the past?
At this mont, Majie'er noticed Ronald's gaze.
The middle-aged original text holder didn't mind such observation, and even sowhat appreciated Ronald's curiosity.
Thus, while organizing his experintal items, he briefly introduced to Ronald:
"See it? Isn't it fascinating?"
"These magic essences are the ultimate product after infinitely dividing and refining magic power, their states are only two—bright or dark, but once combined, through complex model sorting structures, they could have countless effects."
"It's just a pity that to manifest distinct properties, the required quantity far exceeds my ability limit, so ultimately, this is a research destined to have no conclusion."
Majie'er laughed self-deprecatingly, shaking his head and sighing indifferently:
"Hehe—"
"Saying this out, probably soone will think I'm going mad again."
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