I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 208 The Chairman's House is Big
I don't need to worry about it?
Do you have any brilliant ideas?
Ron harbored doubts about Olivia's overbearing behavior, but dared not voice them out of fear of violence.

He'd be fine with this woman hitting people, but he'd be a thousand times more worried about her giving advice or suggestions.

The Eternal Day, held every three years, follows a pattern based on past experience. Each part of the festival is roughly the same, and it always ends with the Pope communicating with the gods.

However, the Pope's whereabouts before the start of the ceremony are top secret, and guessing blindly could easily lead to a trap.

As Ron was thinking, his hand stroking his chin suddenly stopped, and his eyes lit up as he asked:

"Guild Master, do you know teleportation magic?"

At that moment, he thought of his own experience with Miss Wang and decided to retaliate in kind.

It's indeed inappropriate to make a move in public, but if you drag Cyrus VII into a back alley, it'll be a piece of cake to toy with him.
Ron couldn't help but laugh, seemingly imagining the success of this perfect plan.

"Hey Ron, be normal, stop grinning like that!"

"I have only a basic understanding of teleportation magic; I'm not an expert."

Hearing the increasingly loud, lewd laughter, the black-haired woman involuntarily shivered.

She couldn't imagine what morally reprehensible and inhumane methods this seemingly normal subordinate had come up with.

It is well known that the higher a person's status in the Papacy, the greater the restrictions they face, and once a precept is broken, the blessings from the divine are likely to become ineffective.

No way, he wouldn't be thinking of using shapeshifting magic to turn into a beautiful girl and take away the virginity of that old man Cyrus VII, would he?
But how could he be sure that Cyrus VII definitely liked women?
What if he happens to like a delicate, beautiful young virgin...

Pshaw, Olivia, what are you thinking?
The president launched into a series of brainstorming sessions, frantically eliminating incorrect answers in her mind, then crossed her arms, raised her eyebrows, and said:

"You intend to teleport Cyrus VII away in front of everyone?"

"This is indeed a good idea, but it is too difficult to implement. It is difficult for us to make arrangements in advance on the Vatican's home turf."

This is an objective statement.

The reason Catherine and Ron were able to be teleported away was mostly because there was a traitor within the Knights Templar.

"President, it's all up to us. We still have more than ten days. If it doesn't work, we'll have to consider a surprise attack."

Ron shrugged, clearly having no better solution.

"..."

Silence fell over the president's office. Olivia made no comment, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, but simply sighed and said:
"Regarding instant teleportation arrays, you can check out Wind Chime's magic fireplace; she's a professional."

Over the next hour, the chairman devised several more plans based on the testimony.

This could be as tantamount to infiltrating through the sewers, inviting Cyrus VII for tea and then assassinating him, or even announcing the death of a deity to the public as a way to strike at the Papacy from the outside.
After listening to this, Ron felt dizzy and his head and ears were buzzing.

Since joining the Stardust Society, he has always worked day and night in reverse order, and the nature of his work hours is obviously no different from "pink romance".

Of course, there are differences between different types of physical labor.

At least as the moonlight gradually deepened, the chairman's voice finally stopped.

Looking at her subordinate whose eyes had turned into mosquito coils, Olivia said calmly:
"It's time to get off work."

Ron was instantly energized, and most of the weariness in his mind dissipated.

Logically speaking, this should be the happiest time for working people.
But the blond boy wasn't as eager to leave work as usual; instead, he was fidgeting with his fingers.

Seeing this, the black-haired woman reverted to her tough, bossy demeanor, and chuckled lightly, teasingly saying:

"Hey Ron, you've never been to a girl's house before, have you?"

Hey, you're not really a girl anymore.
Also, I've never been to your house. You're not like a woman at all!
Ron silently complained in his heart, but didn't dare to say it aloud, so he could only change the subject:

"President, I always thought this was your home."

He gestured dramatically towards the office.

She's quite good at talking.
Hearing this, the dark-haired woman was overjoyed, thinking Ron was praising her for being diligent and responsible at work. Olivia raised her eyebrows, a slight smile appearing on her delicate face.

"Oh dear, it's all for the sake of maintaining the kingdom's peace, it's nothing serious!"

Humble, too humble.

The fact that you didn't go out and cause trouble is already a great act of kindness!

The mountains will thank you, the rivers will thank you, and Miss Catherine will thank you too.
Ron rolled his eyes inwardly, realizing for the first time that the president was also quite vain.

"Alright, stop arguing with me."

Olivia waved her hand, then got up and walked out of the office.

As they reached the door, she suddenly turned around and said, "If you want to come to my house, hurry up and follow me, or you'll miss out."

The way you're saying this makes it sound like I'm being kept by you.
Ron was very unwilling, but his body betrayed him unexpectedly.

The two went down the steps and walked for about ten minutes to reach the stables in the backyard.
At this moment, Olivia had already tied her hair up and casually chosen a carriage.

"President, is it okay to use company vehicles for personal purposes?"

At that moment, Ron suddenly spoke, and Olivia turned around and glared at him.

"Are you coming or not? What's all this fuss about?"

A jerk is just being pretentious.

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The carriage took a full half hour to gradually come to a stop on the stone-paved road.

Contrary to Ron's expectations, the president's residence was neither in the inner city where the wealthy gathered, nor was it a luxurious manor villa.

Judging from its appearance alone, the detached house in front of us has nothing remarkable about it and does not look like the residence of a "legendary" strongman at all.

Olivia took the lead, took out her key from her coat pocket, and turned the lock.

"Come in."

boom--

Before she could finish speaking, her face suddenly darkened, and she closed the door again.

"Ron, could you come back later?"

"Why?" the boy asked in return.

At this moment, cold sweat dripped down Olivia's forehead, and she forced a smile:
"President, President, I didn't prepare tea and small cakes. This is very impolite. Please come back after I've prepared them?"

When have you ever served me tea and cupcakes?

Upon hearing this, Ron frowned and said:
"Ms. Olivia, are you hiding another man inside if you won't let me in?"

"You have a messy private life, I'm going to report you!"

"Shut up! What nonsense are you spouting?"

Olivia got angry and punched Ron on the forehead.

How could a woman who has been single since birth and is now 26 years old possibly be hiding a man?!

"Well, I've been very busy with work lately, and I haven't been home for a month."

The black-haired woman first set the tone, then slowly spoke with a wandering gaze:
"The interior might be a little messy."

(End of this chapter)