Chapter 1393: Chapter 547: Chimera Stew (Part 4)

"Bruno, we need more ’soothing’ energy.

Lower the temperature of the flame a degree, use the gentlest emotion to guide the flame."

Bruno, the boy who usually had a low presence in the class, became the team’s ’emotion tuner’ at this moment.

Through precise control of the Fire Element’s temperature and intensity, he provided a stable ’emotional foundation’ for the entire dish.

"Gareen, your processing of the crystal mushrooms is excellent, you can start putting them in the pot now.

Remember, use that calm mood to let the crystal mushrooms feel the friendliness of the other ingredients in the pot."

Gareen nodded, carefully placing the silvery shining crystal mushrooms into the pot.

Strangely, the crystal mushrooms did not repel when encountering other ingredients.

Instead, they began some mysterious ’dialogue’ with Sied’s emotional flowers.

"Now for the chameleon peppers!"

Lira excitedly directed, "It’s feeling the friendliness of the other ingredients and is changing to the most beautiful rainbow color!

This is exactly the ’diversity’ energy we need!"

Under Ron’s guidance, the students began to cooperate spontaneously.

No one fought for dominance, no one was arrogant due to their own talents.

Like a true Chimera, each ’head’ played its unique role, yet perfectly blended into one.

Hillas outside the door was already rendered speechless.

The warning lights on his recording device flickered madly because the energy data detected had exceeded the device’s measurement range.

What’s happening in the pot cannot be simply described as "cooking."

He trembled as he muttered to himself:

"How is it possible to coordinate with over a dozen different energy sources?

This requires such precise calculations, such profound theoretical foundations..."

However, the facts before him left no room for doubt.

Indeed, the students, without any complex formulas or rigorous procedures, created a miraculous operational system based on pure intuition and mutual trust.

......

As that gentle glow gradually converged, what was finally presented in the pot was a dish of Chimera stew emitting a faint light.

Every bite contained different flavor layers yet fused together.

Like a symphony, each note had its uniqueness, yet together formed a complete whole.

The students gathered in a circle, each tasting the dish seasoned with their cooperation and trust.

"Master..."

Lira spoke softly, eyes shining with respect:

"Can we really do such things? I mean, in other places, when facing other challenges?"

Ron smiled gently:

"What you’ve just exhibited is precisely the most precious talent in your bloodline — the wisdom to integrate multiple possibilities."

"A Chimera is powerful because it embraces its complexity rather than trying to simplify itself."

"Remember today’s feeling, remember this sense of harmony."

"In the face of any difficulties in the future, remember: true strength lies not in conquering disputes but in creating harmony."

The students nodded, with the fire of new hope burning in every eye.

And deep in their hearts, a seed named ’loyalty’ had quietly sprouted.

This loyalty is not based on fear or interest but stems from deep recognition and gratitude.

Ten years later, when these students become Official Wizards, they will remember today’s lesson, the Master who taught them to "be their complete self."

And this is Ron’s most precious return on investment.

When this special ’cooking class’ ended, Hillas was still standing outside the door, his recording device long ceased functioning.

Faced with everything that happened, any objective "data record" seemed pale and powerless.

......

That night, Hillas sat alone in his laboratory, the evaluation report spread out before him.

The ’evaluation’ column remained blank, the pen tip suspended over the paper unable to descend.

His proud ’scientific’ and ’data-driven’ teaching system...

In the face of Ron’s near-artistic educational method, it seemed so pale, juvenile.

He recalled his centuries of arduous practice:

The dull memory of formulas, the rigorous experimental procedures, the meticulous theoretical derivations...

These things indeed have their value, but compared to the ’heart-inspiring’ educational art Ron demonstrated, the gap is immense.

"Perhaps... perhaps I have always been wrong..."

He murmured, his voice tinged with deep frustration:

"I thought education was imparting knowledge, but true education is awakening potential..."

"I thought rigor was correctness, but true wisdom lies in flexibility..."

"I thought control was power, but true power lies in harmony..."

This collapse of cognition is painful.

A belief system built over a lifetime collapses overnight; the sense of loss nearly overwhelms him.

Immediately, a more intense emotion surged within — jealousy.

Mad jealousy like a viper, entwining and gnawing at his reason:

"Why? Why can this young man so easily achieve what I’ve struggled a lifetime to reach?"

"Why does he receive such favor from Great Wizard Weinard?"

"Why can he so simply gain heartfelt respect and adoration from the students?"

Hillas gripped the quill tightly, the knuckles whitened with exertion.

The jealousy was so intense it nearly destroyed him.

Yet within the depths of jealousy, another more complex emotion grew — desire.

A yearning for true wisdom;

For an educational art that touches students’ hearts;

For the ability to create rather than merely replicate.

"If... if I could learn his methods..."

"If I could steal his secrets, master his skills..."

"Then, the one truly recognized would be me, Hillas Delavin!"

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