I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 219 Boss, I'm a student.
"What you said makes a lot of sense. I like your honesty."

Afra wagged the tip of her tail thoughtfully, then chuckled and said:

"Olivia, that tigress, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to talk about your boss behind her back like that?"

Upon hearing this, Ron felt a chill run down his spine, as if snakes were crawling on his back.

I never imagined that I would one day have my own box opened.

And it seems that Miss Snake Woman already knew all along!
After all, when he appeared in his true form more than a thousand years ago, Ron never imagined that someone could actually live that long.

"Um, let me explain. My wife and I have a bond!"

He raised his arm dramatically, as if afraid that he might be pinned to the ground and whipped by Afra if he wasn't careful.

"Really? So the renowned Level One Investigator actually secretly worships the Matriarch?"

"I'm telling you, you don't want your identity as a member of the cult to be revealed, do you?"

Afra's emerald green vertical pupils swept over Ron, her tail tip swaying excitedly, and a very wicked smile appeared on her beautiful face.

The blond boy's lips twitched. "What, what do you want to do?" he asked, then crossed his arms, looking like he had been bullied.

"I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to remind you that even though you were chosen by the mistress, don't think I'm stupid and easy to fool."

"We're in the same grade, we're in the same grade!"

Aren't you just a silly goose? It's only because you met me that you've become so clueless.
Hearing these oblivious words, Ron rolled his eyes inwardly.

Miss Snake Woman, oblivious to Ron's subtle movement, flicked the tip of her tail and said thoughtfully:

"You want me to team up with the Stardust Society to kill Cyrus VII?"

"To be honest, I can give up now. Anyway, according to you, no matter who I help, the cult will end up wasting its time."

As she spoke, Afra's emerald green vertical pupils gradually turned playful. "What do you want in exchange for my help?"

Hey, didn't we agree that I'd help you get your breasts down, and then you'd help me take down the Pope...?

Seeing the Snake Woman's shameless yet proud expression, Ron sighed helplessly. He never expected that this girl would also learn the skill of adding money.

Thoughts raced through his mind, and Ron's eyes lit up as he pondered for a moment before saying:

"Looks like I'll have to bring out my collection... What do you think of the intimate portraits of the mistress without clothes?"

This!
"Isn't this bad?"

Afra was taken aback, never expecting Ron to unleash such a deadly weapon right away.

As a devout believer, Afra instinctively felt that this was not right and wanted to uphold her faith and principles.

However, the unbearable itch was so real, eroding her reason every second.

As a naturally cold-blooded race, Afra had never felt such excitement before.

This must be the mistress calling me!

She thought to herself, and tapped the stone path with the tip of her tail.

"A word is settled!"

Isn't it still easy to fool them?
Ron curled his lips.

Based on previous information, it seems that Miss Snake Woman has never met the Mistress of Compassion.
Therefore, even if he draws something casually, he can still describe it as the image of the mistress.

However, Ron was an honest man and disdained to engage in deception.

"I'll give it to you after it's done."

-

After bidding farewell to Miss Snake, Ron first found a tavern to have breakfast, and then hired a carriage to head straight to the Stardust Society headquarters to discuss the next steps with Olivia.

Successful people are always busy, but so are oxen and horses.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

I gently knocked on the door of the president's office and waited for a while, but there was no response.

no one?

Did you go somewhere to slack off again?

Ron silently grumbled to himself, then hurried to the infirmary to look for the woman below. To his surprise, Elena was nowhere to be found either.

After searching alone for a while and asking my colleagues several times, I still found nothing.

Ron had no choice but to take a carriage to the "Magic Hearth" in the southeast of the capital to find Lady Wind Chime.

Now that all the necessary information has been gathered, the only remaining issues are choosing an ambush location and figuring out how to teleport Cyrus VII away.

According to the president, the most skilled in teleportation magic within the Starry Sky Society is none other than Lady "Wind Chime".

A gentle breeze carried a slight, biting chill; as October approached, the temperature in the capital seemed to have plummeted overnight.

When Ron arrived at the "magic fireplace," it was nearly one o'clock in the afternoon.

When he saw the little shop again, he was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

Back then, he was just a mere mage apprentice, but when he returned, he was already a fourth-tier archmage.

"It seems Ms. Wind Chime's business is doing very well; people are even asking her to tell their fortunes."

From a distance, Ron could see a burly figure standing in front of the fortune-telling stall.

As he approached, he discovered that the customer seeking divination was an old acquaintance: Mr. Victor and Mrs. Mattia's only son, the melancholy Wilson.

"Master, is my luck really starting to turn around lately?"

Wilson asked with genuine surprise.

Wilson was deeply affected after seeing his senior's disgusting appearance that night.

Ron's sudden change of identity that night made him feel like a clown.

Not to mention, the Vatican's recent sudden imposition of mandatory taxes has brought his restaurant to the brink of bankruptcy.

If it weren't for Stardust helping him recover the stolen money, he probably wouldn't even have been able to afford tuition.

Under this series of blows, Wilson, who was at the age where he felt his fate was in his own hands, had no choice but to seek other ways to see if he had been haunted by some evil spirit.

"This is how the divination results are displayed."

"The divination fee is 3 gold lions."

Ms. Wind Chime leaned comfortably against the recliner, tapped the edge of the table with her fingers, signaling Wilson to pay and get lost.

Upon hearing this, Wilson paused for a moment, then asked in surprise:
"Isn't it free!?"

"Hey, please read the question carefully. I said love fortune telling is free, not fortune telling."

"Also, since your bad luck hasn't passed yet, just treat the present as bad luck~"

"Don't worry, good luck will definitely come after bad luck. My divination is very accurate."

What a logically consistent set of rhetoric.

Wilson stood there stunned for a long time before finally muttering:
"Madam, speaking of love divination, I once had a sincere love, but I was deceived."

Upon hearing this, Feng Ling instantly felt wide awake.

She straightened her back, placed her palm on the crystal ball, and said with a piercing gaze:

“Please tell your story!”

"Ma'am, my story isn't important. What's important is that I'm a student. Could this order be free?"

free?

Ms. Wind Chime was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what was going on.

Hey kid, trying to skip out on the bill?!
Even though he had been shot in the knee and had once disguised himself as a feces for three days and three nights, this retired investigator's fighting skills were still not to be underestimated.

Just as she was about to pounce forward, Fengling suddenly heard a familiar voice.

Good afternoon, Ms. Wind Chime.

Good afternoon, Wilson.

Ron arrived just before the wind chimes suddenly lashed out and injured someone, preventing a violent incident from occurring.

(End of this chapter)