I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 141 The Gift Box of the Girl Below
Am I, Ron Griffith, the kind of guy who lives off women?
Without bothering to comfort the heartbroken Mr. Gardener, Ron hurried to the president's office on the fifth floor.

Just as he was about to gently knock on the door, he suddenly heard some strange noises coming from inside.

"Olivia, it's your birthday today. Let's meet in the office, the little one won't find out~"

"Get out of here, mom!"

"Honestly, Olivia, you're still as ruthless as ever. Don't you find it exciting?"

"You know, the little guy is already..."

click-

The sound of the bottle shattering rang out, and the alluring, captivating voice abruptly stopped.

At that moment, the air in front of the president's office door seemed to distort slightly, spreading a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine.
It felt as if what lay ahead was no longer a safe place, but an extremely dangerous den of wolves and tigers.

Ron unconsciously swallowed, and was about to turn around and leave, intending to come back later, when he saw the oak door being suddenly pulled open.

Wearing a tight black dress, Elena staggered out of the door, clutching her bleeding forehead.

However, the witch's eyes lit up the moment she saw Ron.

Hey! Don't think about men right now!
"Hmph, little guy."

thump—

Another hard bottle smashed onto his head, but this time the bottle seemed to contain immense force.
Surprisingly, the object veered off course at the moment of impact, knocking the woman below out of the arched window at the end of the fifth-floor corridor before crashing onto the brick pavement with a thud.

Without even looking, Ron could picture a terrible "big" disaster.

Oops. Oh, so it's the president's birthday today. Why is he so angry?
The blond boy was puzzled.

Elena's behavior wasn't new, and Ron had gotten used to it.

Generally, she only talks the talk but never walks the walk.

Olivia should have lashed out in anger, not resorted to violence.

Happy birthday, Ms. Olivia.

Seeing Qiao Mei's foxy eyes glancing at him, Ron had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk into the office, obediently closing the oak door behind him.

The black-haired woman was still dressed in a crisp uniform, her high-heeled boots resting unevenly on the table, making her two slender legs appear to have an indescribable charm.

"Ron, you did a great job this time, I'm very satisfied!"

"You didn't see it? That old bastard Cyrus's face turned green, hahaha!"

So, you want to give me a raise, or maybe some kind of reward?
The boy was filled with anticipation when he saw Olivia, as if giving a hint, push the exquisite gift box on her desk.

That was a birthday present from Elena.

The president's meaning couldn't be clearer.

How dark!
I never imagined that he would go to such lengths for Stardust, shedding blood and sweat, only to end up in such a state.

On payday, they actually have to stoop to dirty bribery and sell their integrity.

Ron Griffiths is determined to bravely say no to darkness!
"Oh, Ms. Olivia, I really envy you. I've never had any friends growing up, and I've never received a birthday present from anyone."

"I"

"Stop, stop, stop, stop!"

The black-haired woman's lips twitched; that familiar feeling had returned.

Her captivating fox-like eyes scrutinized Ron from head to toe as she earnestly advised him:
"Ron, it's not that the president wants a gift from you. You're still young and don't understand girls' feelings."

"You're saying that when you grow up, someone like you probably won't be able to find a wife?"

As if she were truly a boss caring for a capable subordinate, Olivia wore a worried expression to conceal the fleeting expectation in her eyes.

Are you even considered a girl?
Ron sighed inwardly, then looked as if he had just remembered something and suddenly realized.

He had once heard that a chef-magician who had become rich overnight in the capital was planning to have a sweet romance.

The result was that he spent 30,000 gold coins on gifts and practically begged for favors, without even touching the girl's hand. In a romantic setting like this, he could probably book the whole place!

Damn it, when will we male chefs finally stand up for ourselves?!
"President, what about the salary?" The boy forcibly changed the subject, determined not to repeat the mistakes of his predecessors.

That's hard-earned money, earned through a month of risking my life. How can I let others spend it?
"You rascal." The black-haired woman put down her long legs, put one hand to her forehead, reached into the drawer and rummaged around for a bit, then threw out a heavy little bag.

"Your salary this month is 160 Gold Lions. I've already included the advance payment in your reimbursement."

At this point, Olivia raised an eyebrow. "Is there anything else you'd like to add?"

160!

Ron nodded happily and immediately tore open the bag to count the coins one by one.

But he had only counted halfway when he suddenly noticed a cold, eerie gaze coming from behind his desk.
The boy shrank back, put the small cloth bag in his pocket, and chuckled awkwardly:

"Ms. Olivia, I'll be going now."

"and many more!"

Ron looked at the president with a puzzled expression.

He had already reported the information about the Holy See through the magic owl, and he received Olivia's reply last night.

Collect evidence of Cyrus VII's crimes, wait for the right moment to arrest and try him, and finally behead him.

This is not to say that Stardust is currently unable to deal with the Pope, but a direct, unprovoked killing would likely cause even greater chaos.

“Take this, it’s yours!” Olivia pushed the beautifully wrapped gift box toward Ron, adding coldly, “I don’t like the gift that bitch gave me.”

The "bitch" naturally refers to Elena.

"President, isn't this inappropriate?" Ron hesitated, after all, the gift was a token of the woman's goodwill.

Maybe it's the first step in mending a broken friendship?

"Stop talking nonsense. Just take it. The gift inside is made of fine gold and has magic-dispelling properties. It's no worse than the sword I gave you."

The president is as assertive as ever.

Subordinates, who have always been in a weaker position, naturally have no way to refuse.

I had no choice but to reluctantly accept this gift, which sounded very expensive.

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Morning Light Alley.

Good morning, Victor. How's business at the tavern lately?

"Ms. Caroline, how are things going with Mr. Evans?"

"Mr. Evans, your face is all pale. You need to be careful!"

It's said that women in their thirties are like wolves and women in their forties are like tigers. The landlady is already over fifty, and it seems that even the young and strong Mr. Evans is having a hard time keeping up with her.

With a sigh, Ron greeted his neighbors while holding the gift box and returned to his small home in the capital.

The house was cold and deserted; he hadn't been back for over a week, and the floor and tabletops were covered in a layer of dust.

However, he didn't mind that he was already used to it, and after cleaning up a little, he quickly began to unpack the gift boxes.

Forged from refined gold, it has the power to break magic. What exactly is inside?

The boy was filled with anticipation until he removed the last layer of packaging, at which point a golden light suddenly caught his eye.

It was a very thick and strangely shaped spiked club.

It is 30 centimeters long and covered with hideous protrusions.

Seeing this, Ron's face turned pale, because he simply couldn't match that size.

At that moment, he suddenly understood why the president's anger level had skyrocketed.

This, this is what tastes amazing!?
As expected of you, you slut!
(End of this chapter)