"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:
