I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 147 The Dark Archmage

They threw sand all over my head, and I gathered the sand and built a tower; they threw stones at me.

Distorted, dry, out of tune, like the powerful sound of a roller coaster.

A burly man in his forties, dressed in leopard print and looking weathered, roared and howled, setting the tone for the crowd.

At this moment, Ron's heart was also in turmoil, just like the music playing in the background.

His underhanded backdoor approach failed.

At least the tall, aloof lady with silver hair and gray eyes in front of him didn't seem to welcome him.

“Ms. Heather, to be honest, I came to see Mr. Ashton because of something related to the Tribunal.”

Ron didn't try to lie; he wanted to win the other person over with sincerity.

Upon hearing this, Heather Flores took a deep drag on her pipe and said without a trace of emotion:

"Then please leave. I welcome you as a guest, but I don't welcome guests who will cause trouble, especially Olivia's subordinates."

Having said that, the utterly indifferent woman gave Ron no chance to explain and summoned two guards with a flick of her finger.

"Throw him out."

"and many more!"

Just as the pink-clad, romantic guards made a move, Ron suddenly shouted.

He glanced around at the lavish, pink, romantic interior and was deeply distressed by the filth he saw.

Look at that dirty money business.

Look at that disgusting flesh trade.

Personality is being trampled on, and morality is collapsing.

The scene before him ignited a fire within Ron.

It seems things won't end well today!

The blond boy thought to himself, his face serious.

“Ms. Heather, in addition to being an investigator for Stardust Society, I am also an inspector in the police department. I believe that Pink Romance has committed serious violations.”

The silver-haired, gray-eyed woman's eye twitched.

She knew that anyone who could share a pot with a West German wouldn't be a normal person, so she exhaled a few smoke rings and said indifferently:

"Threatening me? You've got some nerve."

"Although the Flores family has been destroyed by Olivia, its decline was inevitable, and even its family business is now reduced to this one place..."

As she spoke, she tapped Ron on the forehead with her pipe.

Seeing the blond boy clutching his forehead and retreating in panic, Heather sneered:

"But I have many powerful backers who can help me, whether they are ministers or nobles."

“Even if I break the law, or even kill someone, I still have my good-for-nothing brother in West Germany to protect me.”

"You're not quite up to the task as a mere inspector."

Upon hearing this, Ron was deeply shocked.

He hadn't expected there to be such an arrogant person in the capital.

Moreover, Mr. Sid, who was born kind, had such a dark sister.

Is this something you can just talk about? Aren't you afraid it will affect Mr. West's work?
Ron glanced furtively at Miss Heather's expressionless face and knew he couldn't just sit idly by.

Only darkness can fight darkness.

“Ms. Heather, I have a good relationship with Princess Catherine Hainlet, who will become queen in two days.”

"You wouldn't want the new king to launch a crackdown on prostitution as soon as he takes office, and permanently lose the Flores family's last remaining assets, would you?"

Upon hearing this, the silver-haired, gray-eyed woman remained calm, her expression unchanged.

She scrutinized Ron for a few seconds, revealing an extremely disdainful expression, and said coldly:

"I'll only give you three minutes."

-

After finishing her daytime performance, Ashton took off her sexy leopard-print lingerie, changed into casual clothes, and prepared to rest.

Just then, a waiter called out from outside the lounge.

"You leopard-print old slut, a guest wants to see you."

A guest? Ashton was taken aback. Unlike his fellow performers here, he always sold his art, not his body.

The mere fact that he was a former deacon of the court had fallen so low as to sell his body was enough to earn him a considerable amount of money.

This money was enough for him to send his daughter to a prestigious magic academy.

"Okay, I'll go over immediately."

The middle-aged man's heart sank, as if he could foresee a wealthy woman, weighing 400 tons, rubbing against him and taking advantage of him.

The only downside to this part of the job is that it pays a lot.

As for whether this would incur the wrath of the Holy Light, the former deacon didn't care.
After all, the moment his name was removed from the register, the path of holy light he had cultivated had already drifted far away from him.

No matter how Ashton appealed, no matter how he upheld justice, he received no response.

As he recalled the events, Ashton gave a professional smile and pushed open the door to the private room.

The first thing that catches the eye is a beautiful woman with golden hair and deep blue eyes.

His appearance was so handsome and refined that Ashton couldn't even accurately tell his gender.

“Mr. Ashton, please have a seat.”

Ron greeted everyone first, then got straight to the point and stated the purpose of his visit.

“You can call me ‘Gandalf.’ I am a Level 1 Investigator of the Stardust Order. I’ve come here to ask you something.”

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man with a full beard was taken aback, then shrugged.

"Is it about the courtroom?"

"This is all the value I have that made a Level 1 investigator come knocking on my door."

Ashton sighed and poured himself a glass of wine with a relaxed and cheerful air.

"Tell me, how much money are you willing to pay for the information I have?"

"Of course, I can't say the things that are too important to you."

how much is it?
Upon hearing this, Ron was instantly stunned.

In his imagination, Mr. Ashton, who had been falsely accused, would certainly not want to face his painful past, let alone obtain intelligence.

But now, you can do it with money.
Ron pursed his lips, his feelings a mix of emotions, and asked, "Mr. Ashton, what's your bottom line?"

The middle-aged man waved his hand.

"Five hundred gold lions, that's a fair price. I won't sell it for a penny less!"

Five hundred golden lions, why don't you just go and rob them!

Upon hearing this, the blond boy's breath hitched, and he shook his head, saying:

“Mr. Ashton, this price is too high for me.”

"To be honest, the reason I'm here is to rescue an innocent person from the courtroom, and also to save..."

"What does this have to do with me?"

Before he could finish speaking, Ashton abruptly interrupted him.

"Money, money, money. Money is needed everywhere in this world. If you don't have what I want, then please leave."

Things were progressing more difficultly than Ron had imagined.

To be honest, he could understand Ashton's request, but five hundred gold lions was no small amount, and Ron simply couldn't raise that many in a short time.

Sigh, perhaps I really can take on the position of the innocent and charming Xiao Chunan here.
He silently complained to himself, but his blue eyes remained fixed on Ashton, who was pretending to be nonchalant.

"Mr. Ashton, I've seen your file. It seems you were dismissed from the Tribunal for embezzlement, bribery, betrayal of faith, and adultery with other men's wives and daughters?"

"Bullshit! It's clearly that bastard Silas!"

Halfway through his sentence, Ashton suddenly realized what he was saying, shut his mouth, and looked at Ron suspiciously.

Is this kid trying to trick me on purpose?

Thinking of this, Ashton raised an eyebrow. "I told you, if you don't have money, get out of here. Don't try to outsmart me."

He had barely finished speaking when he saw the boy in front of him painfully pull out a small bag, then pitifully say:

“Mr. Ashton, I don’t have much money. I only have 162 gold lions here, which is all the savings I’ve made. I’ll give it all to you.”

I'm such a jerk!!!

For some reason, the middle-aged man who witnessed this scene just wanted to slap himself twice.

(End of this chapter)