I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 176 The President's Wisdom

"Why are you here again?"

Seeing her subordinate return and rudely push open the door to the chairman's office, Olivia instinctively hid the wine bottle under the desk.

However, the next second, realizing that she was the highest leader, she gave a haughty snort and pretended to inquire about Ron's work progress.

"How's the new team fitting in? I heard you had two team members capture a nobleman?"

"You did a good job, but you can't do it alone."

In Olivia's view, a new team means a new period of adjustment, which will not only keep Ron from causing trouble but also improve efficiency.

Within the entire Stardust Society, only someone of my wisdom could make such a choice.
The black-haired woman seemed somewhat smug.

"Uh, President, you already knew?"

It's only been a dozen minutes!

Ron was somewhat surprised, his eyes widening slightly.

In his memory, Olivia was undoubtedly a master of slacking off, always using her position as president to sneak around drinking, and she was extremely unserious about her work.

But why has this woman changed her mind today?

“Ha, Ron, I see confusion, disbelief, and a faint, shameful trust in your eyes.”

"Stop talking nonsense! Get to the point!"

The black-haired woman's beautiful fox-like eyes widened suddenly, and she slammed her hand heavily on the table with an annoyed snort.

The guild leader is in a bad mood today. Is it possible that even legendary powerhouses have those few days every month?
The blond boy muttered to himself, then reported everything that had happened.

In just a few minutes, he saw Olivia go from agitation to astonishment, from astonishment to realization, and then from realization to calmness.

Finally, he surprisingly sat down properly in his office chair, resting his chin on his right index finger and thumb, frowning in deep thought.

Seeing this, Ron was surprised and even doubted whether the Olivia in front of him was really her.

Given Olivia's personality, she would definitely say something like "pack your things and fuck it" in this situation, but now...
"President, shouldn't we get ready... uh... to do the fucking thing?"

Ron probed like a lackey.

Unexpectedly, the student council president merely glanced at him with disdain in her beautiful fox-like eyes, and then lectured him:

“Ron, young man, don’t be so hot-tempered. You’re still young, and it’s normal to lack experience.”

"When it comes to matters involving other continents, even I, the chairman, have to think twice before acting. Young people shouldn't be so impulsive."

Oh no, I actually got taught a lesson by this violent woman.

The boy was filled with mixed emotions. He raised his chin, his eyes darting around, and said honestly:
"But guild leader, those three kobolds said you look like a female troll."

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"Damn it! I'm going to raze his place to the ground!"

As soon as Olivia finished speaking, she paused for a moment, then sighed with disappointment.

The quality of "wisdom" was clearly not as easy to grasp as she had imagined.

At the very least, Ron's foul mouth was a hurdle for her.

Seeing the president's expression, Ron seemed to have figured something out. A faint smile appeared on his lips, and he unconsciously turned his head away.

He felt that Olivia was overestimating herself.

"Sigh~ Just laugh if you want to, don't hold it in so hard." A spirited but undeniably melancholic voice came from behind the desk, and Ron couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Haha! Ah!"

However, before he could even utter his third laugh, an iron fist suddenly swung down on his head.

The blond boy covered his head and retreated repeatedly. His body, which had been enhanced by the "Holy Sword Technique," was now as fragile as a sheet of paper.

"Ms. Olivia, this is an act of wantonly beating your subordinate, which is completely against the laws of the Kingdom of Oran!"

Ron grimaced and shook his head, determined to defend the rights of working people.

Heh, when there's something to discuss, call me Chairman; when there's nothing to discuss, call me Ms. Olivia.
The black-haired woman raised her eyebrows and gave a smug snort:

"Stop talking nonsense to me. There are rules in the Stardust Guild that anyone who mocks the guild leader in private will be penalized with a day's pay."

"Not to mention you even mocked him to his face!"

Hearing this absurd statement, Ron was taken aback. "Nonsense, I've looked through the Stardust Club employee handbook, and there's no such clause in it."

"Oh, is the amount I just added not good enough?"

Olivia looked relaxed.

She discovered that the best way to deal with this trusted subordinate was not to reason with him.

One punch and this guy will instantly behave.

Who says I lack wisdom? At least when it comes to employing people, few can compare to me.
Thinking of this, Olivia's depressed mood eased considerably, and she shifted her focus to Ron's report.

It is related to the legendary powerful figures of the Enlightenment Academy who have long since set sail, and has also made contact with species beyond the continent.
This indicates that the dangers on the high seas are gradually receding, and other forces are now able to embark on long voyages. The location of the Kingdom of Oran may have already been exposed.

The internal situation of the kingdom is also far from optimistic. The throne is vacant, and the people are filled with anxiety. Catherine, who is about to ascend the throne, certainly will not reach the "legendary" rank.
The conflict and friction between the Papacy and the Stardust Society have now come into the open.

At this moment, the carefree and only-happy president felt immense pressure.

Whether the outsiders are well-intentioned or malicious is a question that doesn't seem to require much thought.

In the past, such an important event would certainly have been discussed in a roundtable meeting.

But now, the holders of these seats are either dead, missing, or hostile.
Olivia glanced at her trusted subordinates, then tapped her finger on the table and said:

"Ron, if you were in my seat, what would you do?"

me?

The blond boy paused, realizing that this wasn't really a good choice.

Put aside the hatred of the former president, reconcile with the Vatican, and deal with external enemies?
No, deceiving yourself is a foolish choice.

Then, expand military equipment, achieve breakthroughs in magical artifact technology, and make it widely available?
But I don't know alchemy. This kind of thing isn't so easy to break through. Even Mr. Sid couldn't do it.

As for cultivating talent, it is a very slow process, which may take five, ten, or even twenty years.

At that moment, Ron glanced silently at the "panel".

Frankly speaking, even if he were to say at this moment, "Who says that our human race has no great emperors?", it would still be considered a humble statement.

But the blond boy kept those words to himself and said them in a more humble tone:
"President, if it were me, I would advance one rank per month. Once I comprehend divinity and reach the level of demigod, all problems will be solved."

Ron’s words were as sincere as could be, but to Olivia they sounded like “honest advice is hard to swallow.”

This kid actually dares to talk sarcasticly about me! Who gave him the guts?!

(End of this chapter)