I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 146 Leopard Print Old Flirtatious Man

Upon seeing the document, Ron quietly breathed a sigh of relief, though he was quite skeptical of its authenticity.

As someone who cultivates Holy Light and possesses Holy Light magic with divine attainments, he is most familiar with how to cultivate Holy Light.

For mages, the Holy Light is a friendly companion with whom they can communicate; as you become more attuned to the elements, your power will also increase.

For clergy, the Holy Light is a belief, and even more so, a gift from the gods. As long as the conditions are met, the gods will grant them power.

While this is the difference between a primary dealer and a middleman, the one thing that remains constant is that those who cultivate the Holy Light must be of upright character.

At the very least, one must have a firm will and not be tempted by depravity and evil.

However, the actions of the court undoubtedly violated the basic principles of this world.

How did they manage to do that? Their subordinates are so honest and simple, why doesn't that "Holy Light God" know how to restrain them?
Or perhaps there's something wrong with the foundation of the Vatican's faith, which has led to this chaos?
With doubts churning in his mind like tiny bubbles, Ron glanced at the documents in his hand again and decided he had to pay this gentleman a visit.

First, to obtain more inside information about the courtroom.

Secondly, we need to see if this former insider has any better way to get Wilson out.

This is the most urgent and pressing matter at hand!

-

Having paid a gold lion as an informant fee, Ron silently noted that he would try to get reimbursed by Olivia if he had the chance.

Then, following the address provided by Amber, he arrived at another bustling street in the capital with a complicated expression.

Shops lined both sides of the street, and there was a constant flow of people and carriages. The aphrodisiac scent of perfume quickly overwhelmed Ron.

The all-pink building in front of him, and the older woman outside the shop giving him flirtatious glances, undoubtedly said it all.

The famous pink romance.

Ron felt he had some strange connection with this store, and now he had finally come.

Perhaps this is fate.
"Little brother, want to come in and play for a while?"

"I'll make sure you're comfortable, sister."

Seeing that the handsome Ron lingered in front of the shop for a while without daring to go in, the beautiful woman who served as the shop's representative immediately saw through his identity.

A young male chef.

Hearing these blunt words, the blond boy blushed.

But he wouldn't believe such nonsense; once inside, who knows who will be playing whom!

"No need, I came here to find someone."

Ignoring the beautiful woman's mockery, he pretended to be an old hand and pushed open the door decorated with pink ornaments.

A scent that tantalizes desire wafts towards the nose, and the world before one's eyes suddenly darkens, leaving behind an ambiguous atmosphere.

Passing through the curtain, everything suddenly opened up before my eyes. The hall was inlaid with colorful magic crystals, and in the center stood a huge platform.

The area around the high platform was packed with people.

Seeing this, Ron felt a headache coming on. Just as he was about to ask someone how to book Ashton Lake, he suddenly heard the host's monotone voice coming from the loudspeaker on the platform.

"Dear loyal viewers, my lovely pink-loving friends, we don't have time to mourn the departure of 'Little Bitch'."
"Next up is the Judgement Leopard, who wears leopard print no matter the occasion and will judge you with a greatsword."

"Leopard print, old, flamboyant, man—Mr. Ashton!!!"

White smoke billowed from the center of the stage, and a burst of powerful music suddenly rang out.

A figure could be vaguely seen through the smoke. He had a beard, well-defined muscles, and his muscular, bronze skin seemed to be glistening with sweat.

He was completely naked except for a leopard-print panty covering his crotch.

Ron's breath hitched; he simply couldn't believe that the person in front of him was a former deacon of the court.

You're being a bit too unconventional!
Just then, Ron heard someone speak to him beside him. "So, did you enjoy watching?"

The boy paused for a moment, then replied:

"I don't like watching it."

"Really? Would you like to work here?"

"You can also have your own title, perhaps it could be Pure, Passionate, Little, Virgin!"

Upon hearing this, Ron trembled and turned around in a panic, only to see a tall, unfamiliar woman holding a pipe.

She had silver hair and was dressed in a formal suit, looking like the manager of a club. Her gray eyes were scrutinizing Ron from head to toe.

After a few seconds, she took a puff of her pipe, her brows furrowing slightly as she asked:

"I wonder what the famous Level One Investigator 'Gandalf' is doing here? Didn't Olivia teach you what manners are?"

"Ashton has a daughter to support, and he earns his money through hard work. Do you think this place is a charity? You can just walk in without buying a ticket!"

To address the president with such arrogance...

"Uh, I'm sorry, ma'am, I didn't know you needed to buy a ticket to come here."

Ron felt somewhat ashamed; to be honest, he really didn't mean to get something for free.

"Really? I thought you were a pro when I saw you earlier~"

The silver-haired woman scoffed, as if mocking Ron's earlier pretentious act.

The blond boy smirked and quickly asked:
"Madam, how much does Mr. Ashton's show cost? Oh, by the way, I have something I'd like to discuss with him in detail. I wonder if we could meet alone?"

"Ten gold lions, Ashton is the top star."

Ron suddenly stopped taking out change from his pocket.

If he remembered correctly, the agent had initially said it was the Pink Romance First Class, 12 Golden Lions per month.

Now, the top-rated show tickets cost ten gold lions per person.

That's way too much!
Thinking of this, Ron's blue eyes widened as he looked incredulously at the silver-haired woman carrying a pipe.

Upon seeing this, the unfamiliar silver-haired woman snorted coldly:

"If it were anyone else, they wouldn't be able to step into this pink and romantic place without paying for a ticket, but if it's you..."

"I'll just pretend I didn't see it this time."

"By the way, my younger brother is very grateful for your care, and he often mentions you to me."

My younger brother?

Ron was taken aback, momentarily unable to recall who the silver-haired lady's younger brother was.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Heather Flores. Yes, Flores. You should have heard of this surname. It's the surname of the head of the largest underground gang in the capital."

The person in charge of Pink Romance turned out to be Mr. Sid's sister.

No wonder Mr. West's inventions were more and more outrageous; it turns out his inspiration came from here!
However, the siblings have very different personalities.
“Ms. Heather, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” Ron greeted her politely first.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gandalf.”

Heather nodded expressionlessly, then pointed her pipe at Ashton, who was energetically performing an eye-watering dance on stage.

"Kid, even though you're a good friend of West Germany, I still have to warn you, don't get any funny ideas."

“You should know who Ashton is. He’s my employee now. If you bring trouble, well…”

She snorted coldly and didn't continue, but her indifference was all too obvious.

(End of this chapter)