At noon, Ron received the report Sylvie had submitted.
After giving it a rough scan, one item made him freeze—
"Disode Magic Academy researcher Harper was seriously injured in a laboratory explosion and is currently receiving treatment."
"What the hell?" Ron put away the file, got up, and stepped outside. Climbing into a carriage, he ordered, "To the Magic Academy."
The carriage swiftly arrived at the entrance of the Magic Academy.
After getting out, Ron hurried into the academy. He asked around in the experimental zone, then followed directions all the way to the treatment room.
Edith was sitting on a bench outside the treatment room, quietly waiting for the results of the treatment inside.
"Edith, how is Harper?" Ron asked as he came before the bench.
"Prince Ron." Edith looked up, rubbing her forehead with a deeply troubled expression. "His injuries are quite serious, but thankfully, the vice principal happened to be at the academy and is treating him inside right now. It shouldn't be a major problem. In any case, he won't die."
Only after hearing that Harper's life was not in danger did Ron finally breathe a sigh of relief. Then he asked, "What exactly happened? Was this explosion that serious?"
It was hardly the first or second time Harper's laboratory had exploded. The people in the experimental zone had long grown used to it.
When it came to avoiding explosion damage, Harper could be said to have maxed out every skill point.
Explosions that were extremely perilous to others were nothing more than fireworks to him.
Yet unexpectedly, this time he had been brought down by a laboratory explosion.
Perhaps this was what they meant by a skilled swimmer drowning in water...
"The explosion this time was far too powerful." Edith shook her head with a