Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 244 Concert

“Andrei and I made a promise,” Ron said slowly.
"The Ralph family will form a marriage alliance with the royal family to strengthen the relationship between the two families. Specifically, the eldest brother's son will marry Andrei's descendant."

The news was like a bombshell, exploding in the hall.

Edmund's face was filled with disbelief, while his father became instantly agitated, almost jumping out of his seat.

"A marriage alliance with...with the royal family?"

The count's voice trembled, his eyes gleaming with ecstatic joy:
"This is an honor that our family has never dared to dream of in hundreds of years!"

"Ron...is this true?" Edmund couldn't hide his excitement either: "His Highness Andrei really agreed to this marriage?"

Ron nodded:
"Not only have we agreed, but we have also established this agreement through a formal contract. The contract is valid for a thousand years, enough to cover the future of countless generations."

"A thousand years," the count murmured to himself, his eyes filled with awe.

"This is practically a permanent alliance."

"A thousand years is the longest duration of any extraordinary contract I can currently draft."

Ron explained, his voice tinged with thought:

"For a mortal dynasty, it was indeed a long time, almost an eternity."

He recalled the complex expression on Andrei's face when they signed the contract.

“A thousand years is an unimaginable length of time, even for our Farouk royal family.”

Andrei lamented at the time, "The longest-lasting dynasty in history lasted no more than five hundred years. Whether our royal family can survive until the end of the contract is really an unknown."

Ron simply smiled slightly:
"No matter how the royal family changes, as long as the Farouk bloodline exists, the contract will be in effect. Besides, a thousand years is just a blink of an eye for some beings."

As the memory ended, Ron noticed that his father and older brother were still immersed in shock and joy.

"My child is to be married into the royal family."

Edmund still seemed unable to believe it: "This means that our Ralph family will become relatives of the kingdom."

“To be precise,” Ron added:

"Andrei promised that once he became king, the Ralph family would be granted the title of hereditary Grand Duke, becoming the first noble family in the kingdom."

This news once again widened the eyes of the old count and Edmund, with Edmund even accidentally knocking over his wine glass.

The red wine seeped onto the tablecloth like blooming roses.

Hereditary Grand Duke

The count's voice was almost choked with emotion, and his eyes were glistening with tears:

“Ron, my child, the glory you have brought to the family far surpasses the efforts of our ancestors over hundreds of years.”

Looking at his father's face, which was trembling slightly with excitement, Ron felt an indescribable surge of emotion.

He couldn't help but think of his family from his previous life—an ordinary yet warm family where his parents worked diligently to provide him with a better life.

Today, he uses his own strength to bring glory and security to his new family in this world.

Although the two are completely different in form, they may be similar in essence.

"These are just things I can do."

Ron said softly, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes:
“My family raised me and gave me my initial identity and status, so I should naturally repay my family within my ability.”

Edmund was moved when he heard these words.

He hesitated for a moment, then finally mustered the courage to ask:
"Ron... I've always been curious about what it feels like to become a full-fledged wizard? Is that power... as magical as the legends say?"

Ron paused for a moment, seemingly pondering how to explain that extraordinary experience to ordinary people.

"Brother, can you imagine it?" he finally said slowly.
"You've lived your whole life in a world of only black and white, and suddenly one day, your eyes can see all colors. That shock and change is what it feels like to become a formal wizard."

He paused for a moment, then continued:
"It's not just about increased power, but also a renewed understanding of the essence of the world. I can sense energy flows that ordinary people cannot perceive, and I can understand some laws that transcend common sense. This experience... is hard to describe accurately in words."

The father and eldest brother listened intently, their eyes filled with awe and longing.

"So...your lifespan."

The count hesitated before asking the sensitive question: "Will it be as rumored, that the duration will be significantly extended?"

Ron nodded slightly:

"The natural lifespan of formal wizards is indeed far beyond that of mortals. Morning Star wizards can live for about five hundred years, Moon Star wizards for six or seven hundred years, and Dark Sun Star wizards for over eight hundred years. The lifespan of Grand Wizards is even longer, often reaching several thousand years."

The Count and Edmund fell silent, a barely perceptible sadness flashing in their eyes.

This means that their lifespans, compared to Ron's, are like a fleeting candle flame.

Ron saw through their thoughts and gently comforted them:
"But that doesn't mean our connection will weaken. No matter how time goes by, the bond of blood will always remain. Even hundreds of years from now, the Ralph family will still be on my mind."

These words rekindled hope in the eyes of the father and eldest brother.

Although mortal life is short, the lineage of a family can continue uninterrupted.

With a powerful figure like Ron protecting them, the family's future will undoubtedly be brighter.

Speaking of time.

Ron's gaze drifted into the distance, as if traversing endless time:

"Hundreds of years from now, I don't know where I will be or what kind of existence I will become. The journey is long, and every step is full of unknowns."

The father and elder brother listened quietly, not daring to interrupt the young wizard's thoughts.

After the banquet, Ron went to the top floor of the castle, his favorite place to stay when he wasn't going to the Black Mist Forest.

The starry sky above is as dazzling as the sea, and the Milky Way stretches across the sky like a road leading to eternity.

Ron stood at the highest point of the castle, gazing at the starry sky that was gradually becoming familiar, his mind filled with a myriad of thoughts.

Now, he can sense the connection between the stars and draw power from distant celestial bodies through "star projection".

The road ahead is long, but every step will bring him closer to that supreme being.

………………

The winds on the northern border are always particularly biting.

Especially during this season, icy air currents sweep in from the distant polar plains, carrying tiny ice crystals that are enough to cut the skin of ordinary people.

Ron stood on an observation platform atop a cliff, looking down at the winding valley below.

This is the last line of defense in the kingdom's northern territory, and a natural barrier used by the rebellious counts to block Andrei's army.

In the morning light, everything in the valley was clearly visible—rows of tents, rows of orc soldiers, and most notably, the Arctic orc cavalry regiment.

Those creatures, averaging two meters tall, rode enormous snow wolves, wielding weapons forged from cold iron, each exuding a chilling aura of wildness.

"It seems the intelligence was correct; they did indeed bring in polar orc cavalry."

Andrei stood beside Ron, his golden vertical pupils flashing with apprehension.
"These guys are one of the most terrifying fighting forces in the North. Ordinary soldiers have almost no chance of winning against them."

Ron remained calm, seemingly unconcerned about the presence below that would terrify ordinary people.

His gaze swept across the valley and landed on the huge black tent in the distance, which should be the rebels' command center.

"How many people?" Ron asked casually, as if he were merely inquiring about the weather.

"According to scouts, there are about three hundred polar orc cavalrymen and more than two thousand mixed troops."

Andrei replied, then added:
"If it were just ordinary rebels, I'm confident we could suppress them with our forces, but those orc cavalry..."

Before he could finish speaking, a hint of worry appeared on his face.

Those polar orcs were known for their ferocity, each one comparable to a seasoned knight's squire.

Not to mention their mounts—those tamed snowfield wolves, which are equally terrifying war machines.

“Don’t worry,” Ron said softly, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Today, I will let these barbarians appreciate some real music."

As he spoke, he took out a violin from his personal storage bag.

The instrument that Trish gave him has become a mere collectible; ordinary musical instruments can no longer withstand its current magic.

The harp in his hand at this moment is one of his recent alchemical achievements.

Its entire body is made of a translucent blue crystal, and the strings are carefully crafted from the gut of some strange creature, emitting a faint silver light.

Surprise flashed in Andrei's eyes; he had never seen Ron use a musical instrument in battle.

But he was smart enough to understand that what was about to happen was no ordinary performance.

“Order your troops to plug their ears and move to the opposite windward side,” Ron instructed earnestly.

"The performance that follows is only suitable for the enemy to hear."

Andrei immediately relayed the order through a messenger.

Soon, once the soldiers of the kingdom's army had reached a safe distance, they began to plug their ears with specially made wax balls and prepared to charge at any moment.

Ron then slowly walked to the most prominent spot on the edge of the cliff, where he could overlook the entire valley.

The valley acts like a natural speaker, amplifying and resonating any sound several times over.

He gently placed the violin on his shoulder, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, as if feeling the subtle energy flow in the wind.

Andrei involuntarily took two steps back, a nameless fear welling up inside him.

Even he could sense the subtle changes in the air around Ron, spreading outwards like ripples on the surface of water.

"You'd better plug your ears too."

Ron reminded him, his tone filled with concern:

"Although I try my best to control the impact on the target, the power of music can sometimes achieve more unexpected results."

Andrei quickly did as he was told, stuffing the wax ball into his ear and then retreating to a windward spot, anticipating the terrifying spectacle that was about to unfold.

Ron slowly raised his bow, paused for a moment, as if waiting for the right moment.

Just as a gust of mountain wind swept by, he suddenly began to play.

The first note fell like a drop of water falling into a calm lake.

Seemingly ordinary, it subtly stirred up ripples of energy. The melody began extremely gently, like a lover's soft whisper, carrying an irresistible allure.

The human soldiers in the valley stopped what they were doing and looked up in confusion, searching for the source of the sound.

The polar orcs perked up their ears alertly, as they were naturally extremely sensitive to magical fluctuations and had already sensed something unusual.

Andrei stood not far away, and although his ears were plugged, he could still feel the faint vibrations in the air.

He saw Ron's body begin to emanate a dark glow, and with each note that fell, a tiny energy ripple would form in the surrounding air and spread outwards.

As the performance progressed, the melody began to become more complex.

Ron's fingers danced nimbly across the strings, each note carrying a precisely calculated frequency and energy, creating specific vibration patterns in the air.

Those seemingly random melodies are actually based on some ancient syllables recorded in "The Star Eater's Whispers," which Ron cleverly transformed into a form that can be transmitted through musical instruments.

This is the terrifying aspect of the Corrupting Melody—it can bypass conventional mental defenses, directly shake the essence of the soul, and cause irreversible damage.

In the valley, the first to sense the anomaly were the giant wolves of the snowfield.

They began to become restless, growling softly, some even spinning in circles, as if trying to break free from some invisible constraint.

As the music continued, the melody suddenly became more intense.

Ron's bow danced across the strings like lightning, producing a series of high-frequency vibrating notes.

These notes condensed into countless tiny sonic blades in the air, sweeping towards the valley.

To Andrei’s astonishment, the sound waves formed visible distortions in the air, surging towards the enemy troops in the valley like a tidal wave.

When the first wave of light struck the polar orc cavalry, a strange scene unfolded:

The strong orcs suddenly stopped moving, their eyes wide with fear and confusion.

Then, some of the orcs began to cover their ears and howl in pain;
Many more fell directly off their mounts, rolling wildly on the ground as if countless ants were gnawing at their brains.

The giant wolves of the snowfield reacted even more violently.

They began to roar wildly, tearing at their own fur, and some even started attacking their own kind around them, creating a chaotic scene.

And this is just the beginning.

As Ron played more, the violin in his hands began to emit an eerie light, and every note that leaped between the strings seemed to carry a substantial energy.

These energies formed visible purplish-black ripples in the air, like a giant net covering the entire valley.

His performance gradually reached its climax, the sound of the piano cutting through the air like a sharp blade, each note carrying a deadly force.

A pale purple energy vortex enveloped his body, expanding and contracting in rhythm with the music.

Andrei stood at a distance, his eyes wide, watching all of this in disbelief.

Even though he already knew of Ron's power, witnessing this near-miraculous destruction still deeply shocked him.

The second wave was even more powerful, and as it swept across the battlefield, screams of agony erupted from the orc cavalry.

Black liquid began to flow from the nostrils and corners of the eyes of some of the orcs;

Some began frantically tearing at their skin, as if something inside them was trying to break free.

The most terrifying thing was that their heads began to explode one after another, like ripe watermelons being smashed by a heavy hammer.

Red and white substances mixed with black liquid splashed in the air, staining the entire battlefield red.

At the same time, the giant wolves of the snowfield also fell to the ground.

Black blood seeped from their eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. After their bodies convulsed violently a few times, they became still.

The whole process was like a nightmare, yet it also had a strange beauty.

Like a horrific painting drawn in blood, it slowly unfolds amidst a symphony of death.

Although the ordinary soldiers in the valley were not directly attacked, they were terrified after witnessing such a horrific scene.

They dropped their weapons and fled frantically in all directions, completely forgetting the purpose of the battle and their commander's orders.

The commanders hiding in the large black tents heard the commotion outside and rushed out to check the situation, only to be speechless with shock at the sight before them.

Their elite force—the supposedly invincible Arctic Orc cavalry regiment—was now reduced to a pile of corpses and limbs, with blood flowing like a river.

Most chillingly, a strange energy fluctuation permeated the entire battlefield, making it difficult to breathe, as if an invisible hand was choking one's throat.

The source of all this was simply the black-robed figure standing atop the cliff, and the glowing violin in his hand.

As the last note of "Erosion Symphony" finally fell, it was like the last glimmer of starlight in the darkness being extinguished.

Ron slowly put down his violin, opened his eyes, and calmly looked out over the valley.

The entire valley has become a dead zone.

That once fearsome polar orc cavalry regiment was now nothing but a pile of corpses.
Those soldiers who had fought to the death were either lying in pools of blood or fleeing in all directions.

Most astonishingly, Ron sensed streams of soul energy emanating from the bodies of those dead creatures.

Like a gentle stream, they converged upon him and were absorbed by the "myriad illusions" on his body.

[Sufficient soul energy collection detected, charging progress +25%]

Current charging progress: 57%/100%

This number made Ron raise an eyebrow slightly; he hadn't expected to be able to extract so much energy in one go.

The fact that the soul energy of those polar orcs seemed to be much richer than that of ordinary supernatural beings was an unexpected bonus.

At the same time, a new message appeared on his career panel:
New Feature Notice:

Once the battery is fully charged (100%), the "Fusion Recording" function will be unlocked.

The two recording capabilities can be combined to create entirely new effects.
Note: The fusion result depends on the compatibility of the original capabilities and the user's understanding.
The strength and characteristics of the capabilities after deep integration are unpredictable.

“Interesting,” Ron murmured to himself, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

Integration is precisely the issue he has been pondering.

If the advantages of different recording abilities can be combined to create entirely new effects, it will undoubtedly greatly enhance his combat power.

Andrei carefully removed the earplugs, walked to Ron's side, his eyes filled with awe:

“Truly incredible power. You destroyed an entire orc cavalry regiment just by playing a single piece of music.”

Ron put the violin back into his spatial bag, his tone indifferent:

"The Erosion Symphony is a spell that uses music as a medium to convey the whispers of the stars and the impact on the mind. I had only experimented with it on a small scale before, and this is the first time it has been used in actual combat."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the wreckage in the valley:

"The results are in line with expectations."

"As expected?" Andrei exclaimed inwardly.

Such devastating destruction could be considered a miracle by normal people.

But in Ron's eyes, it seemed to be just an ordinary spell, nothing particularly praiseworthy.

Is this the difference between a formal wizard and a mortal?

Andrei couldn't help but sigh.

However, he quickly adjusted his mindset, after all, the other party was his ally, and this power would become his greatest help in seizing the throne.

"What do we do next?" Andrei asked.

"Should we attack their command post?"

Ron shook his head: "No need, the deterrent effect has been achieved."

He pointed to the distance of the valley, where several people dressed in elaborate clothing were hurriedly assembling a group in front of a large black tent, seemingly preparing to retreat.

"Look, they're terrified."

Sure enough, a short while later, the main force of the rebels began to retreat in an orderly manner.

Countless soldiers and cavalrymen retreated to the other side of the valley, leaving behind corpses and weapons scattered everywhere.

Those commanders clearly understood one thing:
To make an enemy of a formal wizard who could easily annihilate a polar orc cavalry regiment is such a foolish act.

“This is the result we wanted,” Ron said, his voice calm and cold.
"We don't need to wipe them all out, we just need to make them understand the cost of resistance, after all, soldiers are valuable young and strong laborers."

Andrei nodded in agreement, a sly glint in his eyes:
"After this news gets out, those border lords who are still observing will probably reconsider their stance."

“That’s right.” Ron turned to leave. “You should arrange for the troops to clean up the battlefield first. I have to take my leave.”

After saying that, he disappeared into the cliff top as a black shadow without waiting for Andrei's response.

Only Andrei remained standing in the wind, gazing at the desolate land in the valley, his heart filled with anticipation for the future.

Back in the secret chamber prepared for him in the palace, Ron sat cross-legged and began to analyze his experience from the battle.

The power of "Erosion Symphony" indeed exceeded his original expectations.

Especially in those natural, speaker-like valley terrains, the transmission and amplification of sound waves reach almost the ultimate level.

Moreover, this time he managed to improve one of the weaknesses of his spell – his inability to distinguish between friend and foe.

At least when he played the Corruption Symphony, none of the targets outside the orc cavalry showed any obvious signs of discomfort.

But what interests him even more right now is undoubtedly the new feature that the Thousand Transformations Phantom is about to unlock—fusion recording.

"Unfortunately, it still needs to be charged to 100%," Ron muttered to himself, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Various possibilities bloomed in Ron's mind like fireworks, each combination containing infinite potential, but also accompanied by unpredictable risks.

But this is precisely the essence of the path to transcendence—constantly exploring and experimenting, seeking breakthroughs in the unknown, and gaining power through adventure.

Ron closed his eyes slightly, feeling the energy flowing within his body and the changes brought about by the fusion of the myriad illusions.

A faint smile appeared on his lips. The gains from this trip to the North were far greater than he had originally expected.

Tomorrow, he will travel to the royal treasury to seek the complete lineage of the "Corona Breathing Technique".

Especially the training method for the legendary ultimate knight – the [Sun Crown Knight].

That will be the ultimate goal of his trip.

(End of this chapter)