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Chapter 206 I Want to See the President Wear Black Stockings
The interrogation room was dimly lit with cool-toned lights.

This inhumane interrogation has lasted for 26 hours.

As the effects of the potion slowly wore off, the nun's spirits inevitably began to wane once again.
She sat in the special metal chair, feeling an unbearable throbbing pain in her brain, and her mind was so confused that she saw double.

Saint Ellen wanted to rest and close her eyes for a short nap.

But sadly, he discovered that after taking the medication, he seemed to have lost the instinct to sleep.

I can't sleep at all right now!

The torment was like the most severe torture.
Those chilling formulas and calculations inflicted unprecedented mental anguish on Saint-Irene.

Not to mention, whenever she tried to distract herself, Ron would nag her with incredibly boring magical knowledge and perform calculations that she couldn't understand at all.

This drove her to the brink of collapse. Her naturally irritable nature made her cry and scream, but she was helpless against Ron and could only vent her anger on herself.

The nun is a masochist, but clearly not a math genius.

Mathematics is something you can't learn just by being tortured or by putting in a lot of effort.

"Waaaah, you're such a bastard!"

"If you've got the guts, let me fight you!"

"You bitch, you son of a bitch..."

"I'll remember you, you son of a bitch..."

Her brain throbbed with pain, her thoughts nearly stopped, yet she still couldn't close her eyes as the nun screamed and cursed wildly.

Her bound body struggled fiercely, leaving bloody marks on her wrists, ankles, and neck.

“Miss Ellen, it’s better for both of us to confess sooner rather than later.”

Seeing that the nun was still making a futile struggle, Ron put down the textbook in his hand and sincerely advised her.

Studying hard and making progress every day is clearly a good thing.

The boy didn't understand why he was being subjected to such hatred and abuse.
But he merely dusted off his robes, unmoved by the pangs of conscience.
They even brought in a bunch of books from outside the interrogation room, books whose titles alone were enough to make your head spin.

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Upon witnessing this scene, Saint Eileen fell into utter silence.

Her eyes were vacant, as if she had lost her soul.

"Stop reading, stop reading, I'll confess, okay?"

"What do you want to know?"

Two lines of clear tears streamed down her face, and the nun's holy and dignified appearance showed signs of being ruined.

Her blood-red eyes scrutinized this man who had inflicted mental and physical abuse upon her for a moment.
He noticed that Ron showed no remorse whatsoever, but instead wore a joyful expression of happiness for him.

Who is this?
She rolled her eyes, too exhausted to even curse. Her body slumped against the metal chair, her snow-white skin, barely concealed by her tattered dress, exposed to the air.

For some reason, the nun found the experience of surviving a calamity, suffering humiliation, and being forced to abandon her principles unforgettable.

Mental anguish seems to be more easily remembered than physical torment.

"All information about the Eternal Day Festival, and how the Pope connects with the divine, can be written on this piece of paper."

Ron handed him the paper and pen.

In the silent interrogation room, the soft scratching of paper and pen could be heard.

After a while, the blond boy shook the paper filled with important procedures and precautions for the "Eternal Day" festival.

"Thank you for your cooperation. I will come back to ask if I have any further questions."

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The president's office is located on the fifth floor of a Gothic building.

The black-haired woman leaned back leisurely in the chair.

She held a recently published women's fashion magazine in her right hand and a glass bottle with a strong smell of alcohol in her left.

She was taking a sip of her drink as she turned the page, savoring life to the fullest. "Wow, this dress is so beautiful! It's the latest autumn design by the famous fashion designer Giovanni Harley."

"Walter's has released new tall boots; I'll buy a pair and try them out when I have time."

"Hmm, what is this? Soft and smooth, won't hurt the skin, and comfortable enough to make men love it—it's black stockings. Why use such a long description?"

Just as the black-haired woman was commenting on each picture, a rapid knocking sounded at the door.

Olivia was startled and almost swallowed the whole bottle that was shoved into her mouth.

She frantically tried to pretend she was busy with work, but the door to the president's office had already been pushed open, and a pair of sharp blue eyes instantly locked onto her.

Ron was stunned by the incredibly filthy scene in the office.

His eyes widened in disbelief, his pretty face flushed red.

Darkness, it’s so dark!

He worked tirelessly, even going two days and two nights without sleep, only to find that Olivia was secretly slacking off behind his back.

Is this reasonable?!
Seeing Ron staring at her expressionlessly, his delicate face filled with intense anger, Olivia chuckled twice and said:

"Ah, ha, ha, it's Ron. What can I do for you?"

Upon hearing this, Ron pursed his lips and turned his head away, appearing indifferent.

You can't appease me anymore!

"Um, did you get information about the Eternal Day?"

Olivia asked tentatively.

Ron remained indifferent, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

Is it really necessary? It's just two bottles, and a little break on the side...

She sighed inwardly, a hint of helplessness showing in the president's pretty fox-like eyes.

She strode forward, put her arm around the boy's shoulder, and earnestly advised him:
"Ron, the president didn't mean it, you just arrived during my lunch break~"

"You too, there are still more than ten days until the day of eternal daylight, why are you in such a hurry to interrogate people and get information?"

Pah! Shameless!

Ron sneered when he heard the president's incredibly lame reason.

"Does Ms. Olivia mean she doesn't need me?"

"Then I'll leave now and go process my resignation!"

With that, Ron turned and headed towards the door.

But before he could take two steps, he felt a tremendous force pull him back.

"Ron, are you disobeying the chairman?"

The black-haired woman's expression tightened, an indescribable seriousness etched on her delicate face, even her pretty fox-like eyes held a hint of earnestness.

Seeing this, Ron remained unmoved. After glancing at the strong liquor and women's fashion magazines on his desk, his face showed an extremely aggrieved and sad expression, and he sighed softly:
“Ms. Olivia, I haven’t slept for two days and two nights because of work.”

"Regarding this despicable act of shirking, does the president have nothing to say?"

Upon hearing this, the president lowered his head, feeling guilty and ashamed.

She opened her mouth, about to say something, when she heard Ron say seriously:

"Ms. Olivia, as long as you compensate me, I'll pretend this never happened."

compensate?

The dark-haired woman's lips twitched slightly, then she patted Ron's shoulder twice and said with a smile:

"No problem, what kind of compensation do you want?"

Ron, his expression solemn, stared intently at the president, then picked up a women's fashion magazine and pointed to the short skirt and black stockings in it, saying:
"I want to see you wear this, President."

Oh no, I've been tricked again.
(End of this chapter)