I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 209 Are you teaching me to do bad things?
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Ron pushed open the door, and everything inside came into view.

This place is so disorderly; it's practically a filthy, chaotic garbage dump.

The floors, countertops, and furniture weren't covered with cloths; a thick layer of dust had settled on them.
The half-eaten bread on the table had grown mold, while the food in the white porcelain dish still looked as if it had just come out of the oven.
Meanwhile, the several "Jerrys" lying nearby silently accused Olivia of her cruel crimes.

Dirty clothes were carelessly tossed on the sofa, red bras and panties were scattered everywhere, and even a sock was hanging on the living room chandelier.

Even more astonishingly, Ron also found several dried and sticky bloodstains in the center of the living room, making it look exactly like a haunted house where a murder had taken place.

Ron turned his head blankly and glanced up and down at the clean-looking Olivia.

But that one glance enraged the violent woman behind him, who delivered a heavy punch to the blond-haired man's head.

"Isn't it all because of you!?"

"If you hadn't been selling those legendary sets, causing prices to remain so high, my house would never have been robbed!"

"If I hadn't discovered it in time, ugh!"

After saying that, she glared at Ron defiantly, crossed her arms, and nonchalantly entered the detached house.

A generous reward will surely attract brave men; such an honest thief is truly a rare find in the capital.
Everyone else is selling counterfeit goods, but this honest man was prepared to operate with integrity, and he still got caught red-handed.

Ron glanced at the large pool of blood on the ground, silently mourned for a few seconds, and then looked at the rats on the dining table.

"Well, that was a special breakfast I made for myself, and then I realized I forgot to add one ingredient, so I went out to buy the ingredients and this is what happened."

Olivia struggled to organize her thoughts.

Although the student council president was being quite funny, Ron couldn't laugh at all. He asked blankly:

What material is missing?

"Uh, the antidote."

The black-haired woman turned her gaze to the other side.

Just then, a cold wind blew by, and the hairs on the back of Ron's neck stood on end.

He looked around, but before he could figure out what was wrong, he saw three eerie green rat ghosts struggling to crawl out from under the floor.

"I thought making breakfast was like preparing an alchemical potion, with lots of nutritious herbs added, but I have no problem eating it."

The black-haired woman gave a dry explanation, then lightly stomped her foot on the floor, and a wave of heat suddenly appeared, purifying the three rat ghosts.

"..."

Ron opened his mouth, but even someone as capable as him didn't know how to respond.

"President, what's going on with those clothes?"

Hearing this, Olivia paused slightly, annoyed, and said:

"That's because, that's because..."

"Stop talking nonsense, why do you have so many questions!?"

"I can throw things away however I want. This is my house, what's it to you?"

After saying that, Olivia pretended to punch Ron again.
However, after thinking about her trusted subordinate's criminal record, her expression changed and she waved her hand lightly.

A gentle breeze swirled in the room, tossing all the underwear and lingerie scattered around into the closet.

Now that things have come to this, Olivia doesn't care anymore.

She went to the sofa, cleared a small area for herself to sit down, and said to Ron:

"Please make yourself at home."

Looking around at the uneven ground where there was nowhere to step, Ron could only sigh sincerely:
"President, you're really resilient!"

Living things adapt to their environment, but Olivia is the opposite; it seems that adapting to the environment is somewhat difficult for her.

The president frowned, about to slam his fist on the table and stand up, when he suddenly heard a strange sound.

The sound, "Gurgle, gurgle—," came from the boy's stomach and was quite loud in the sudden silence.

"You are hungry?"

Olivia asked excitedly.

"No, I'm not hungry!"

Ron's face paled, and he firmly denied it.

He still remembered those three rats who died with their eyes wide open and became ghosts.

The young man's handsome face turned pale, but the black-haired woman's smile remained unchanged.

"Ron, why are you being so polite with me, the chairman?"

"Wait here, I'll go buy the ingredients and cook you something to eat. How can I let my guests go hungry?"

After saying that, Olivia got up and walked towards the door.

Although he didn't know where Olivia was going to buy groceries in the middle of the night, Ron didn't dare let her do it herself.

He lunged forward, trying to slow Olivia down, but how could a mere fourth-tier expert possibly stop a legendary powerhouse?

Olivia seemed to have eyes in the back of her head, and with a slight turn of her body, she dodged Ron's attack.

"You are welcome!"

Finally, amidst the despairing gazes of her trusted subordinates, she resolutely closed the door.

Only then did Olivia's face reveal an undisguised embarrassment.

Water has a source, trees have roots, and there's a reason why the president is still single.

Regardless, this was the first time I'd ever invited a boy home.

She didn't know whether to admire Ron's tolerance or to be glad she had escaped quickly enough.

Sigh~ Since things have come to this, I'll go buy some groceries first. If all else fails, I can borrow some from that bitch's house; she's still lying in a hospital bed at the Stardust Society anyway.
Oh, and stockings and skirts in fashion magazines too.
Thinking of this, Olivia pursed her lips, her amber eyes flickering, lost in thought.

She looked up at the sky, confirmed her direction, and then her figure vanished instantly with the breeze.

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King's capital.

A one-bedroom apartment in the downtown area.

"Lady Afra, this is intelligence from the Shadows. It says that King Cyrus VII wants to cooperate with you and has stated that he will not stop us from spreading the teachings of the Matriarch if we succeed."

The room was dark and unlit. The snake woman, admiring her breasts in the mirror, subconsciously poked the wooden floor with the tip of her tail upon hearing this, then said coldly:

"Hmph, people from the Vatican, do you think you're qualified to teach me to do bad things?"

No matter how you look at it, it's definitely not a good thing for mortal enemies who have been fighting for thousands of years to suddenly send a team invitation.

But Afra resisted the urge to do something bad and calmed down to think quietly.

For some reason, since she had shed most of her burdens, she found herself able to notice certain details.

To take the most obvious point as an example, why would the Vatican, which has always touted itself as "just," invite the Painful Order, which represents depravity, to cooperate?

What does this symbolize? What does this signify?
"Hmph, it seems Cyrus VII doesn't want their god to be so perfect, so righteous. What a greedy fellow."

“But I can’t make the decision by myself. I have to ask him and the mistress for her opinion.”

The intertwined snake tails swayed slowly, and Afra's emerald eyes seemed to glow in the darkness.

With a flick of her tail, she picked up an ancient and mysterious leather book from the bedside table, which was printed with the words "The Bible of Life".

In the dark room, faint, anxious mutterings could be heard:
"Life can not only be taken away, but also given, making everything vibrant."

"I have long since mastered the ability to take lives, but I can give them."

(End of this chapter)