Chapter 484: Chapter 255: Harpy "Haha, it is rather you, young Wizard Ralph. Your bloodline modulation theory displays a depth beyond your years." Reynolds did not respond, just gently swirling the wine in his glass, the clinking of ice against the glass making a crisp sound. The captain nodded slightly with understanding, though he didn’t quite comprehend these professional discussions, he maintained a polite smile. A moment later, he wisely refilled the two wizards’ drinks and quietly stepped aside to give them space for private conversation. "Especially your insights into consciousness conflicts during multi-bloodline fusion," He lightly tapped his fingers on the table, imperceptibly casting a sound insulation magic, ensuring their conversation wouldn’t be overheard by outsiders: "I must admit, this is a key point I had previously overlooked. I have always overly focused on the rejection reactions at the physical level, neglecting the mutual struggles at the level of consciousness." Ron nodded slightly: "Physical rejection is usually more straightforward, measurable and observable with instruments, while consciousness conflicts hide much deeper. In my experiments, I noticed that even if the issue of tissue rejection is successfully resolved, the test subject may still fall into a state of division due to conflicts at the consciousness level." His explanation carried both theoretical depth and a grounded sense of practical experience, something many young wizards find difficult to grasp. Reynolds nodded in agreement: "Indeed. My test subject, under your suggestion, has shown significant signs of stability. Especially the method of introducing ’Gray Mist Lizard’ bloodline as a harmonizing agent—this idea is very unique. Its innate adaptability indeed provides a perfect buffer zone for the entire bloodline system." Ron took a sip of wine, his gaze drifting out towards the gradient night sky: "As an adapter of edge ecosystems, the ’Gray Mist Lizard’ evolved special physiological structures that enable it to remain stable amidst dramatic environmental changes. This trait, when transformed into a bloodline medium, can also smooth out intense conflicts between different bloodlines." "Your understanding in this regard far surpasses mine." There was a note of acknowledgment of his professional ability in Reynolds’ tone: "To be honest, encountering a colleague with such a deep understanding of bloodline studies in such a remote area is indeed a pleasant surprise." He put down his wine glass, his gaze drifting towards the gradating twilight outside the window. The first batch of stars had already appeared in the deep purple sky, seeming brighter and more mysterious than usual at this special position—the Abyss Edge. "Actually, my return from abyss exploration and rush to the Central Lands has its own purpose." Reynolds’ tone turned low and steady. His eyes became profound, as if piercing through the night outside the window, gazing at some impossibly distant place. Ron’s spirit immediately became focused, not rushing to inquire, but quietly waiting for the other to continue. "I wonder if you have heard of the institution called the ’Abyssal Observation Station’?" Reynolds’ gaze returned to the young wizard opposite him, his tone carrying a hint of probing. Ron’s heart almost moved, as this was exactly what he had learned earlier from the bulletin board. He slightly raised his eyebrows: "I’ve heard a bit about it, said to be an abyss observation network being expanded by the Crystal Tower, presided over by a Great Wizard? But I know little of the specifics." "Exactly so." Reynolds nodded: "The ’Abyssal Observation Station’ is ostensibly an academic research institution, but in fact, it undertakes the responsibility of monitoring and controlling the expansion of the Abyss." His voice was low, although a sound insulation magic had been set up, discussing such sensitive topics still instinctively made him remain cautious: "Recently, the observation station has detected unusual activity at the Abyss edge, particularly unstable energy fluctuations in the 7th Floor ’Soul Abyss’. This fluctuation pattern is entirely different from previous periodic fluctuations and seems to show some kind of regular strengthening trend." A rare look of worry flashed in Reynolds’ eyes: "To address this potential crisis, the observation station is urgently recruiting official wizards with specific professional skills to form a special research team." Ron’s gaze remained as calm as water, but his mind was swiftly running like a storm: "So, you are going to apply for this position?" "Yes." Reynolds calmly admitted: "I have some insights in abyssal biology and bloodline modulation, hoping to provide some professional support to the observation station. Especially in terms of the adaptability and evolutionary mechanisms of those abyssal creatures, I have some unique insights." He leaned slightly forward, his eyes keenly focusing on Ron: "In fact, Wizard Ralph, considering the extraordinary talent you’ve shown in the field of bloodline modulation. Especially in your precise grasp of abyssal creature bloodlines, I believe you are very well-suited for this position as well." Sincerity resonated in Reynolds’ voice: "It is rare to find someone so young who can reach the level of an official wizard and display such profound academic insight. The observation station is in need of fresh blood that combines theoretical height and practical capability." Outwardly, Ron remained calm and collected, but he had already begun rapidly evaluating the value and potential risks of this opportunity, responding cautiously: "This is indeed an interesting proposal; I indeed have ample interest in the research of abyssal ecology." Reynolds smiled slightly, adding: "That would be even better; perhaps in the near future, we may have the opportunity to become colleagues." Ron weighed various possibilities in his mind.