I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 177 The President's Real Age

Olivia was about to erupt in fury, attempting to kick Ron's backside hard with her boots,
However, just as his thoughts were beginning to wander, he suddenly sat back down in his office chair in silence.

He's so humble, far too humble.

If anyone else said this, it would be pure bragging, but Ron is different; this kid is genuinely awesome.

The fact that she had advanced two ranks in a month was right before her eyes, making Olivia extremely depressed.

To be honest, she wanted to nurture Ron properly, but the boy's magic was so bad that she didn't know where to start, so she could only let him grow up freely.

"Give me something practical. Some ranks aren't just about talent."

She gave the boy a flirtatious, fox-like glance.

"Be more practical, President. Why don't you try agreeing to the 'God of Wisdom'?"

Seemingly sensing Olivia's hesitation and inner conflict, Ron tried to offer advice.

Upon hearing this, the black-haired woman shook her head and smiled bitterly:

"It's not as simple as you might imagine. Whether a 'divine quality' is strong or not, it's only truly suited when it originates from within itself."

President, you're quite self-aware.
Ron thought to himself.

"Of course, I don't mean to say that I'm not suited for wisdom, I'm just worried about the potential conflict with the existing system."

"Before I achieved legendary status, my teacher talked to me and said many things that I couldn't understand at the time, but now I think she must have foreseen my current situation."

"What did Ms. Isabella say?" Ron asked curiously.

Olivia paused, her amber eyes seeming to glaze over, and her once spirited voice became incredibly gentle.

"The teacher said that you should carefully choose your path, because it is your nature. If you choose the wrong path and your personality clashes, there will be big problems, and the consequences will be a hundred times worse than death."

It's more terrifying than death.
Ron was stunned for a moment, then remembered what the president had told him: she had already explored a little bit of her own divine qualities.

If we calculate it that way, shouldn't the guild leader be considered to be at the pinnacle of legendary status?
Even so, he openly admitted that he couldn't beat Cyrus VII. Just how strong must that old guy be?
No, the two are not necessarily that different in strength, after all, the latter has the "Holy Light God Lord" backing him up.

The thought raced through his mind, and the blond boy asked curiously:
"President, can you tell me what the divine trait you've been exploring is called?"

If you don't tell me, how am I supposed to know if it conflicts with "wisdom" or how can I give advice?
Ron silently added in his mind.

"Hmph, to use that bitch's words, you're asking a girl the most private questions."

With your temper, you call yourself a girl? You're more like a Super Tyrannosaurus Rex.
The blond boy secretly curled his lip, then heard Olivia slowly say:

“Divine qualities are not a specific term, but rather a higher-level, near-rule-like thing or symbol.”

"Take Steviekin's crown for example. Its abilities are varied and have many manifestations, but in summary, it can be summed up in just two words: 'history'."

Upon hearing this, Ron raised his hand in disbelief and said:
"President, yours isn't really 'resilient', is it!?"

I think you're really tired of living!

Olivia's delicate face darkened, and she flicked the boy on the forehead, then added:
"It's 'immortality'!"

immortal?

Ron was momentarily stunned by the high-sounding words, but after thinking about it, he realized that it was still just about being able to live.
His eyes darted around, and he didn't dare to voice his thoughts, quickly shifting his focus to the relationship between "wisdom" and "immortality".

A sudden silence fell over the president's office. After a long while, Ron slowly spoke:
"There doesn't seem to be a conflict between the two, but the connection isn't very strong either."

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm considering. At this stage, it's about the body on one hand, and the mind and soul on the other."

The black-haired woman sighed as she finished speaking.

For her, "wisdom" is like a bitter chocolate; eating it provides a lot of energy, but not eating it means she doesn't have to taste the bitterness.

But just then, Ron suddenly raised his head and said seriously:
"President, I actually think you should give it a try."

"Why? What's your reason?" Olivia was taken aback.

Upon hearing the president's question, Ron quickly organized his thoughts.

While his experience in magic may not be as great as Olivia's, his understanding of the gods is probably unmatched in the world.

"President, we have fallen into a cognitive trap. We always look at problems from a human perspective and worry about the conflict and mismatch between 'divine qualities'."

"But have you ever considered that from the perspective of the gods, these things are obvious?"

“I remember there was a book in the Stardust Society that said the Holy Light God is a symbol of justice and light, and a sharp blade to judge evil. He loves all living beings, establishes and maintains order, and has virtues like holy light.”

"Aren't these also the divine qualities of the 'Holy Light God'?"

“These divine qualities also have unrelated traits, and even conflicting traits when taken individually, such as ‘benevolence’ and ‘judgment.’ But they have only one thing in common: all of these traits are ‘positive.’”

Ron wasn't talking nonsense; he had evidence for what he said.

Whether it was a blessing from over a thousand years ago or his own path of holy light, he could clearly feel that the "Holy Light God" was moving in those directions.

Olivia was stunned upon hearing this, her mind racing, and she couldn't help but nod in agreement.

She admitted that Ron made a very good point.

But what is the connection between "wisdom" and "immortality"?

For some reason, Olivia felt that there was a hidden connection between the two, and it was this feeling that had caused her so much distress.

"That's a good idea, I'll try to research it."

She nodded slightly, then leaned back in her office chair and remained motionless.

Seeing this, Ron pursed his lips and asked curiously, as if changing the subject:

"President, you're so young, how many years have you been learning magic?"

What, you're getting anxious now that I'm so powerful?

The black-haired woman chuckled inwardly, then said proudly:
"I've been practicing magic since I was five years old, so it's been 21 years now!"

I'm already 26, almost 30!
Ron nodded to himself, thinking that the age difference between him and the president wasn't too great.

After all, he is very mature psychologically.

Seeing her trusted subordinate nodding incessantly, Olivia, completely unaware of the trap, suddenly realized something was wrong.

She seems to have probably revealed her age.

Thinking of this, the black-haired woman screamed:
"Ron, I'm going to beat the shit out of you today."

Just as she was about to raise her fist to teach her unruly subordinate a lesson, there was a sudden knocking sound on the door of the president's office.

"Enter."

Olivia gritted her teeth and sat back down in her seat.

crunch--

The oak door slowly opened, and a splash of pink caught Ron's eye.

The newcomer was a serious-looking woman, dressed similarly to the president, and with an even more dashing demeanor than Olivia.

After entering the office, Intelligence Minister Gloria first glared at Ron, who was completely unaware of what was happening.

Then he placed a stack of documents on the black-haired woman's desk.

"President, the field affairs manager and I went to the Enlightenment Academy."

“At first we received a warm welcome, but when it came to anything related to ‘the Enlightened God’, the people at the Enlightened Institute either kept quiet or suddenly became angry.”

"Finally, we were kicked out. Here is the action report for your review."

Olivia quickly scanned the extremely detailed operation report and confirmed some of her suspicions.

She nodded, and then Gloria handed her another document.

It had three large characters written on it:

"Letter of denunciation."

Seeing the president standing there dumbfounded, the pink-haired woman adjusted her glasses and said disdainfully:
"President, I want to report that beast 'Gandalf'!"

How to speak?
Ron was taken aback by these words, and his mind raced as he tried to recall what he had done to offend the intelligence chief.

But after thinking for a long time, he came up with nothing.

Upon seeing this, Gloria sneered:

"President, this person cheated the magic owl out of a silver eagle, leaving the owl without money to buy food, and it eventually fainted from hunger at its post."

"He even lies to small animals; he's not even human!"

"Right now, the magical owls are protesting and on strike, and information reception has stalled!"

(End of this chapter)