I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 184 What's wrong with liking handsome young men?

That day, Ron and Catherine discussed things until very late.

During this time, he firmly rejected the princess's unreasonable demands.

Are you kidding me? Using incredibly realistic magic to make someone look like you?

Given the depravity of the people in the capital, let alone tomorrow's coronation ceremony, their identical bodies will probably be ruined tonight.

Moreover, what if Catherine takes nude photos of him and threatens him?
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but since this involves the ceremony of inheriting the temple, I don’t think it’s appropriate to use a substitute.”

Ron retorted in a serious tone.

He pondered for a few seconds, then, in the spirit of a scholar, asked:
"Does the succession to the Temple have to be in the New Fortress, and not elsewhere?"

If the location is not specified, the difficulty of the entire process will be greatly reduced.

Upon hearing this, Catherine did not hide anything from Ron and frankly said:

"This is one of the conditions."

“Outside the old capital, there used to be a ‘temple,’ but it collapsed six years ago.”

"The new capital city was built for this reason, not only to protect the capital, but also to meet the requirements of the ceremony."

"This is a royal secret, please do not disclose it."

So this is ah……

Ron nodded in realization.

“Miss Catherine, we will protect your personal safety.”

"At the same time, monitor the surroundings during the coronation ceremony to prevent any accidents."

Having understood the whole process, Ron said a few polite words.

To be frank, a week before the coronation ceremony, the Knights Templar began clearing the streets and alleys and checking suspicious persons.

Now that Catherine wants Stardust Club's help, she's undoubtedly just looking for an extra layer of protection.

As for why they didn't contact Ron sooner, it was undoubtedly because they were afraid of leaking information.

It's clear she's terrified of being kidnapped.

Ron silently sighed, fully understanding Catherine's caution.

He then chatted with the princess for a few more minutes, listening to her recount many amusing anecdotes about the royal family and nobility, before taking his leave of the palace.

The magnificent and spacious hall returned to its initial tranquility.

Catherine tossed her blonde hair behind her head and gently stroked the gold-inlaid handle of the throne with her right hand.

A hint of confusion, excitement, and ambition flashed in his emerald eyes.

Just then, she suddenly heard her own slightly cold voice.

"Power is the beginning of sin."

"The magical emperors of the Golden Age behaved exactly like you when they ascended the throne."

"Greedy, tyrannical, lewd, and reckless—ha, before even gaining power, he fantasizes about finding 'beauties'."

"Has the Holy Light God Lord worked so hard for so many years, yet humanity's inherent flaws still haven't been completely eradicated?"

"Instead of thinking about finding a beautiful woman, you should think about what new law to pass tomorrow that will win the hearts of the people. I remember you haven't accomplished anything in this regard."

Hearing these mocking words, Catherine seemed used to it and curled her lip, saying:
"I have my own plans regarding the new law; you don't need to interfere."

"Also, should I call the beauty back and use a healing spell to loosen your bones?"

"Ha, you bitch."

The voice, seemingly born of blood, spoke, then fell silent, no longer paying attention to Catherine, who was hurting herself as well as the enemy.

No, you're the jerk, you have a foul mouth!

What's wrong with liking pretty boys?

And he's a handsome young man who can shut you up with his retorts?

Besides, we're about the same age. If we don't find a man to have children, the Hainlet race will almost become extinct!

With a deep sigh, the princess, burdened with a heavy responsibility and the expectations of her ancestors, rose from the throne. Wearing elegant high-heeled boots, she walked with a lighter step towards the cabinet where state affairs were handled.

Being liked is usually a good thing, but Ron wasn't happy at the moment.

Because this "like" is not the same as that "like." What he wants is the positive and happy smile on the face of the person he helps after he does a good deed.

Instead of offering oneself in marriage, or being reborn as a slave in the next life.

Take Wilson, for example. Ron hasn't seen him lately, but he's heard Wilson has been studying even harder.

I imagine he must be all smiles, very grateful to himself.

Shaking his golden-haired head to clear his mind, Ron didn't look for his teammates or the Stardust investigator assigned to him. Instead, he went straight to Baron Mark's residence in Harinlet Castle.

He was confident about the protection plan for tomorrow.

Judging from the president's personality, he must have arranged for the witch to be a backup.

"Ms. Elena, are you there?"

Ron called out softly.

After a long while, no one responded.

Okay, okay, you're not coming out, huh?

Seeing this, the blond boy gritted his teeth, and couldn't help but sigh that the witch had really gone all out.

So he untied his robe, took off his shirt, and went shirtless.

"Ms. Elena, stop hiding, I know you're nearby!"

After another long while, still no one responded. Ron was clearly incredulous.
Then, he looked down at the waistband of his loose trousers.

Damn it, am I supposed to summon the lower-headed woman this way?

A rustling sound echoed in the dark bedroom, but after a long while, no one came.

Ron, who had transformed into the president's appearance and was trying to seduce Elena, looked around in confusion.

Oh no, there's no cake maker this time!
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"Aqiu!"

A sudden sneeze broke the tranquility of the night.

Wearing a wide-brimmed, wizard-like hat, Elena rubbed her delicate nose and turned the letter delivered by the magical owl in her hand into a cloud of powder.

"Hmph, you want me to come along? Olivia, do you want to treat me like Xingnu!"

The witch pouted, feeling extremely resentful.

You want the horse to run, but you don't give it any grass.

Even if you had to swallow your pride and take off your clothes so I could have a good look at you, that would be fine. Even if I'm shy, you could have just assigned little Ron to me.
Under the glow of the golden and red moon, the witch crouched in the woods, gazing at the cluster of buildings in front of her.

The architecture is unlike anything from modern times, possessing a strong scholarly flavor, which is why the Qidi Academy has been remarkably low-key in recent years.

"Heather, where is the person? Did you bring them?"

A gentle breeze blew by, and Elena turned her head, smiling as she looked at the gray-eyed woman beside her who was carrying a pipe.

“We brought it. She was reluctant at first, but she eventually agreed to come.”

A long pipe spun in his palm as a woman dressed in an elegant long dress and wearing a burlap sack on her head was led closer.

"You call this an agreement? Heather has said it so many times: the Occult Society is a legitimate criminal organization, not the Mafia, and we don't kidnap people!"

Elena paused for a moment, then her face turned serious, and she loudly expounded on the professional ethics of her line of work.

Upon hearing this, the gray-eyed lady's perpetually icy expression remained unchanged.

"She voluntarily covered her head because she was afraid of seeing a witch with a blue face and fangs, who loved to eat young virgins, was over 500 pounds, and wielded a purple crape myrtle stick as thick as a bowl."

Your mother.
The witch's lips twitched slightly.

Sooner or later, she'll shove the head of that liar Cyrus VII up his ass!

(End of this chapter)