I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 155 The President, Fine Wine, and Birthday
The bottle feels slightly cool to the touch, the cap is well sealed, and the pure amber liquid inside is bubbling and foaming.

For an average person, the moment they touch the bottle, they might think it's been soaked in ice water and just taken out.

But as a mage who has already transcended the ranks of the low-level,
The blond boy could clearly see a trace of wind element surrounding the bottle.

Sigh, if I had received it sooner, I wouldn't have ended up empty-handed at the president's birthday party yesterday.
Ron sighed inwardly, feeling a little regretful.

Because he noticed that the student council president wasn't in a very good mood yesterday.
As the highest leader of the Stardust Society, not a single one of his subordinates offered him a gift.
It simply doesn't fit Olivia's incredibly dark nature.

Ron placed the bottle on the table, gazed at the setting sun, and savored the rare tranquility.

The Vatican's affairs were already troublesome enough, but now problems have arisen within the Stardust Society, which makes the young man quite worried.

After all, in the movies of my past life, the failure of a major operation was often due to an insignificant little person.

After thinking it over, he decided to tell the president about it.

After getting dressed, Ron was about to push open the door when he suddenly noticed the wine bottle standing quietly on the table.

His deep blue eyes lowered, and after a moment's thought, he decided to take the wine bottle with him.
Then Ron took a detour on his way to the Stardust Society.

In a shop supposedly opened by a retired court pastry chef, I reluctantly spent a full three gold lions...
I purchased a mini peach cake infused with precious magical ingredients.

"It's only the size of a plate, yet it cost me three gold lions."

Ron was heartbroken and somewhat regretful.

Three gold lions are equal to three thousand bronze deer, which is equivalent to a month's salary for an adult working in a shady factory.

After all preparations were completed, the blond boy rode in a four-wheeled carriage to the front of the massive Gothic building.

After greeting the guard, he climbed the stairs one step at a time and soon arrived at the familiar office door.

"Come in, the door is unlocked."

Ron was about to politely raise his hand to knock on the door when he suddenly heard Olivia's voice.

Then I'll go in, shall I?
The boy muttered to himself, then pushed open the half-closed door.

The president was no different from a few days ago, still wearing a smart uniform, with high-heeled boots on her calves, her smooth black hair cascading down, and her beautiful fox-like eyes that were breathtaking.

The dark-haired woman first glanced cautiously at Ron, but when she saw the gift box and peach cake he was carrying, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It was so late at night, and she thought Ron had committed some murder again and was coming to check on her.

"Hmph, so Ron, you actually know how to curry favor with the president?"

"But my birthday was yesterday, what's the meaning of you coming to give me a gift today?"

Olivia's lips curled into a smile, her amber eyes as clear and flawless as gemstones.

She asked the question, seemingly jokingly, yet also out of curiosity.

Before Ron could answer, she suddenly froze.

Could this kid have committed a murder and is now unable to clean up the mess, so he's bringing me gifts late at night and asking me to clean up his mess?

To be honest, it's not Olivia's fault for overthinking.

Because Ron's crime-solving efficiency was almost like an assembly line, with one crime after another without stopping.

"Ms. Olivia, if you don't want the cake or the homemade liquor, I'll take it back!"

Ron was furious at being suspected.

The blond boy felt utterly disheartened after spending so much money only to receive such treatment.

We have wine!

Olivia's eyes lit up, and her gaze instantly fell on the beautifully wrapped gift box.

Her gaze pierced through the barrier, and she saw the wind element surrounding the bottle.
A faint breeze carried the scent of nature, a freshness that the black-haired woman, a heavy drinker, simply couldn't resist. "Ron, how could the president possibly dislike you?"

As she spoke, Olivia moved closer to the blond boy and put her arm around his shoulder, acting like a female hooligan.

"You're a member of the Stardust Society, do you think I'd side with an outsider?"

The incredibly fresh peach scent wafted into the boy's nose, while the president's approach made Ron, who was at an age where he was eager to make advances, feel a little uncomfortable.

Ever since that drunken night together, Ron had felt that something was off about his relationship with Olivia.

It was only then that he realized it wasn't that the relationship was strange, but rather that the two of them had become closer.

If it were during the first week of employment, the gesture of putting an arm around someone's shoulder would definitely not be so practiced.

"President, are you really not going to side with outsiders?"

The blond boy turned his head away as if angry, clutching the gift box containing the fine wine tightly.

Upon hearing this, Olivia frowned slightly, then patted her chest and loudly assured them:
"Ron, what are you saying? I take responsibility for my own actions. You're my subordinate, how can I side with outsiders?"

The blond-haired man nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly said seriously:
"Then I'm relieved. President, I have something to tell you."

The black-haired woman's righteous expression froze on her face.

She knew it!

Ron is always up to no good when he's on vacation, and now his tricks have gotten even more sophisticated!

Taking a deep breath, the black-haired woman shook her head helplessly and said in a resigned tone:
"Ron, when are you going to stop causing me so much trouble?"

It's not my fault!

The blond boy mentally defended himself, but his mouth was very fluent as he recounted the whole story.

"I gave you an invitation. Also, there are people within the Stardust Society using your identity to make money."

"Ron, next time you do something like this, can't you at least talk to me first? Don't you have any sense of organization or discipline?!"

This audacious fellow actually disguised himself and infiltrated the courtroom alone, even confronting Cyrus VII directly!

Olivia was worried for Ron.

That's the Tribunal, the core institution of the Vatican. You just swaggered right in?
And what kind of disguise was it that even Cyrus VII couldn't see through?
He's only at level three, isn't he a bit too much of a genius?

The president stared intently at the blond boy with her beautiful fox-like eyes, feeling utterly bewildered.

She knew Ron's magic had always been problematic, but she never expected that those spells, which seemed to be caused by a serious illness, would be so peculiar.

After calming herself down a bit, the black-haired woman pondered and said:
"Ron, would you like to be my student?"

The blond boy was taken aback upon hearing this.

"why?"

“It is my responsibility as the president to gather talent and cultivate successors for the Stardust Society. I think you are quite good.”

Olivia's eyes seemed confused.

Being a student and inheriting the position of the next student council president? Are you kidding me? If I become a student, wouldn't I be a generation younger than Olivia?!
How am I supposed to cough then!
"I won't take the position. I have no interest in becoming the next president!"

Ron spoke righteously.

Upon hearing this, Olivia raised an eyebrow and curled the corners of her mouth upwards.

"You really don't want to be my student?"

"No way, absolutely not! I don't want to become the president of the Stardust Guild and then be unable to find a partner!"

(End of this chapter)