"These little things are under my jurisdiction, and my projection has always been patrolling this area."
His figure floated closer to the two, and the mountain-like pressure made Reynolds visibly tense.
But Ron noticed that when Uther's gaze fell on him, that pressure miraculously lessened.
"Ron, I was just about to find you." Uther's voice carried a hint of delight:
"Reynolds is a good boy, but his understanding of Memory Crystals is still stuck on the surface level."
Reynolds' face reddened slightly, not out of anger, but from a kind of embarrassment like being criticized by an elder in person.
Uther, completely ignoring his reaction, continued:
"To truly understand the mysteries of Memory Crystals, one needs the eyes and skills of a professional Historian.
From my experience, you seem to have hit a bottleneck in your study of this ancient subject recently, haven't you?"
"Indeed, Professor."
