I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 254 You just want to drink my milk, don't you? (Part 2)

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"Ron, how many times have I told you? You need to pay attention!"

"In other words, if I, the president, were out there, I would be taken care of sooner or later."

The chairman, his face full of worry, earnestly advised his subordinates.

The blond boy lying on her lap nodded obediently.

"Yes, yes, I know I was wrong, President."

"Oh? You really know you were wrong?"

"I see you've become a bit less respectable of me since you gained superhuman strength, huh?"

“How, how could this happen!?”

"President, my loyalty has always been unwavering, as the sun and moon can attest!"

Ron's face was deathly pale, and he dared not move a muscle, howling in a sobbing voice.

Seeing that the blond boy continued to feign ignorance and didn't utter a single word of truth...

The black-haired woman rolled her eyes at the guy with her pretty fox-like eyes, then grabbed his crotch with her right hand and twisted it hard.

"what!!!!"

A tearing pain struck, and a heart-wrenching wail pierced the sky.
Ron was like a small fish that had been brought ashore, flailing his limbs wildly, but still unable to escape Olivia's clutches.

"President, I... I was wrong, please let go! Please let go!"

"It's going to break! It's going to break!!!"

After gaining some divine power, Ron did become somewhat arrogant and did some bold things that he would never have dared to do before.

The reason for this was that the protection from divine power gave him immense confidence.

However, the automatic protective rules of divine power only shielded him from fatal damage.

Ron will have to take responsibility for the non-fatal chicken shots himself.

He was completely unable to keep up with the speed of a demigod-level expert, and could only let Olivia seize his vital points and humiliatingly trample him under her feet.

"Ron, you better listen to me carefully. If I catch you flirting with another woman again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Upon hearing this, the blond boy nodded hurriedly, like a chick pecking at rice.

Damn it!
They were clearly just in a superior-subordinate relationship.
Ron gritted his teeth, feeling that the future was bleak.

However, after glancing at the president's condescending gaze, which seemed to look down on trash, nobodies, and scumbags, he rationally swallowed back the words he was about to say and instead tried to present the facts and reason with him.

"President, this really isn't my fault."

Just because you don't have anyone pursuing you doesn't mean I don't either, and besides, you're not getting any younger.

"Shut up, you better die!"

Olivia gritted her teeth, seething with resentment. She became unusually irritable when Ron brought up the topic.

Without any hesitation, he raised his boot and kicked Ron in the buttocks.

boom--

A dull, muffled sound rang out, and the immense force tumbled the boy for over ten meters before he gradually regained his balance.

Good news, no local damage occurred.

The bad news is that Olivia doesn't seem to intend to let Ron off easily.

"You bastard, today I'll satisfy all your filthy desires!"

No!
Ron Griffith was shocked; his face suddenly turned pale and lost all color.

He never imagined that the world could be so dark, that even the most basic truths wouldn't be allowed to be spoken.

But the darker the world becomes, the more Ron Griffith will uphold justice!
Even if it means suffering terrible torment, we will never back down.

"President, what I said is all true!"

"How dare you be so stubborn!"

"Ah!!! I won't do it again, I won't do it again!"

-

Inside the Stardust Club's reception room, Vivian picked up a white porcelain teacup with gold trim, took a small sip, and then turned her gaze to the wall clock.

"It's been two hours already, is reporting work really that troublesome?"

She muttered a question to herself, then her ears twitched as she heard the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the floor.

click-

The door opened from the outside, and a woman with slightly wavy black hair, wearing a crisp uniform and black high-heeled boots, entered, exuding an exceptionally dashing aura.

She is so beautiful!

Vivian's eyes lit up, and it took her a full three seconds to notice Ron being held in the hands of the black-haired woman.

The mysterious pope was utterly powerless to resist.

With a thud, he was thrown onto the floor of the reception room by the black-haired woman.

"You are the envoy from the Radiant Federation?"

The woman's amber eyes seemed to casually sweep over the girl.

Vivian's breath hitched as she felt an immense pressure, as if she were being watched by a dragon, to the point that her vampire instincts were reduced to nothing more than an instinctive tremor.

How terrifying! It's even more powerful than the dragons we encounter at sea!
Fortunately, this feeling only lasted for a moment.

"Yes, yes, ma'am."

"May I ask who you are?"

Olivia raised her chin and said calmly:

"I am the president of the Mage Association."

"Outsiders, whatever your intentions may be, I advise you to keep your ulterior motives to yourself, otherwise destroying you would not be difficult for me."

As soon as the black-haired woman finished speaking, she kicked Ron, who was lying on the ground, twice, and then left the reception room with satisfaction, leaving Vivian alone and bewildered.

Wasn't I supposed to be going to report on my work?
Why did it become like this?
In a flash of thought, the vampire girl quickly helped the Pope, who was lying on the ground, up and placed him on the soft sofa.

"I'm fine, just let me catch my breath."

Only then did the handsome young man, who had been pretending to be dead, quietly lift his eyelids, grimacing and covering his buttocks.

I finally passed the test.
First of all, Ron must clarify that he did not enjoy being beaten by Olivia or stepped on with thigh-high boots.

And he doesn't like being treated like that either.

Secondly, that's just the president's personality; beneath that clean and efficient style lies extreme violence.

If I don't find a reason to make the other person beat me up to their satisfaction, I'm afraid I'll never get over what happened that night.

The work pressure in the Kingdom of Oran is really immense.
Seeing Ron's incredibly relieved expression, Vivian couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

I was just reporting on the status of a part-time job, but I almost lost half my life.

This made the vampire girl sigh inwardly at the cultural differences between the two continents.

However, remembering the task her useless brother had given her, she sorted out her chaotic thoughts and said seriously:

"Mr. Ron, I have something to say. Is it safe here?"

Vivian glanced around before her bloodshot eyes landed on Ron.

Well, that depends on how you define security. Within the Stardust Society, there's absolutely nothing that can be hidden from that woman.
Ron inwardly scoffed, but then nodded and said:
"It's safe here, and our conversation won't be overheard by outsiders."

Hearing this, Vivian felt a little relieved. "Mr. Ron, do you believe in the end of the world?"

end?

Before the blond boy could even ask questions, the vampire girl began to recount the hidden history of the Moonshadow Clan and the speculations of past clan leaders about "precognitive dreams."

Since a dream that foretells danger can lead to death, it must have an end without a future.

However, Ron already knew about this information last night, so he immediately made a guess.

"Miss Vivian, do you mean that Mr. Verex's premonition in his dream was about the end of the world?"

“No, Mr. Ron, it’s not about that, it’s about what happens after the apocalypse.”

Vivian corrected him once, then recounted Verex's dream in detail. After finishing, she shook her head with a wry smile and said:
"In fact, this is completely beyond my expectations."

"The dangers foreseen by the Moon Shadow Clan are not unavoidable. As long as the key information is found, the calamity will not occur. This has led the clan's successive patriarchs to believe that the end of the world can be rewritten to some extent."

"But no matter how hard they try, the curse of certain death will still arrive as scheduled."

Does this mean the end times are unchangeable?

Or perhaps reversing the apocalypse is beyond human capability?
That's why you're so eager to find news about the gods?

Ron suddenly realized.

He thought it was just an ordinary diplomatic cooperation, but he never expected that the brother and sister would create such a big mess for him.

Even though he had become the Pope, the existence of gods was still unbelievable to Ron.

The gods have many secrets yet to be revealed. Ron only knows six divine qualities, and nothing else, regarding the steps it takes for mortals to become gods.

However, whether from the perspective of expressiveness or conceptual level, divine qualities seem somewhat unworthy of the power displayed by the gods.

'Also, the deformed deity composed of numerous biological limbs—I don't recall ever hearing of Him before.'

A long silence fell over the reception room. After a long while, Ron finally came to his senses and said, "Miss Vivian, this is really hard to accept. Did Mr. Verexs foresee the exact time of the apocalypse?"

"No, it might happen suddenly sometime in ten years, or it might happen tomorrow, or even in the next second."

It's best to avoid something like this happening in the next second!

Upon hearing this, Ron's face contorted in pain.

He's still a virgin, and now that he's finally managed to have ambiguous relationships with a few women, he doesn't want to die young.

The end of the world is something that cannot be completely avoided simply by trying to escape it.

This kind of thing requires proactive action to investigate the cause and eliminate potential problems.

As he pondered, Ron suddenly remembered the “deep” world, which had inexplicably shrunk over the past century.

If we're talking about the end of the world, only this dimension, filled with countless unknown terrors, fits the definition of "potential danger" at this stage.

Wait a minute, the Holy Light God entrusted the divine kingdom to me, could it be that he just wants me to save the world?
"It seems we're in the same boat now."

The blond boy exhaled and shook his head with an inexplicable tone.

What is a grasshopper?

Vivian frowned slightly upon hearing this, and after a moment, as if belatedly realizing something, she said:

"Your description is very apt. No matter what, an inevitable apocalypse will bind us all together."

-

Hainletburg.

After the banquet, both hosts and guests enjoyed themselves immensely, and the renewed contact between civilizations was surprisingly simple.

Everyone was maintaining restraint, after all, no one wanted to be seen as a barbarian by the other.

After glancing at the elven deputy envoy who was chatting with the kingdom's ministers, Verex turned his gaze to His Majesty the King.

The temple passed down through generations of the Hainlet family is hardly a secret within the Kingdom of Oran.

“Your Majesty, I wonder if there are any candidates for the delegation that will return to the Federation with us? To be honest, we were attacked by monsters at sea. If we delay any longer, the Federation may send a second delegation.”

"To be honest, no one else is as polite as me; at least those trolls have very loud voices."

This is a lie, a way to probe for information and get closer to someone.

Of course, the matter of manners is true.

"Hmm, what do you think of Envoy Ron?"

Without a second thought, Catherine immediately chose her old flame.

Ron's envoy?

No way, that guy actually guessed right?

"If that's the case, then that would be for the best, at least my interactions with him have been quite pleasant."

Verex said in a less resolute tone.

Regarding this topic, the federal envoy inquired with a puzzled expression:

"Your Majesty, is Lord Ron a member of the Knights Templar?"

"Oh, please forgive my intrusion, but I have long heard of this army's reputation in Tide Town, which is why I am so curious."

Upon hearing this, the Queen, seated on the first throne, glanced at Verex and said calmly:
"He is not a member of the Knights."

"But you seem quite curious about the Harinlet family's temple?"

Was I that obvious?

Verex's heartbeat quickened uncontrollably.

Even though I veered the conversation around the bush several times, he still picked up on something. Tsk tsk, it seems this king is no ordinary person.
A thought flashed through his mind, and the Federation envoy chuckled twice, saying:

"Uh, it's just pure curiosity."

At this point, he deliberately hesitated for a moment, then pretended to be completely unconcerned and said:

"There is a rumor within the Federation that the high wall protecting humanity seems to have been built from a place called the Temple."

"It's quite a coincidence that the legends about the temple are not limited to just one continent. I didn't expect to hear its name in this unfamiliar land."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waited for Catherine's reply.

However, Her Majesty the Queen simply gave a faint "hmm" and did not offer any further response.

Hey, hey, hey, isn't that a bit unfair?

I give you some information, shouldn't you give me some information in return, according to the principle of invisibility?
This is the art of amicable negotiation, which is commonplace throughout the Union.

Catherine's actions undoubtedly demonstrate that she is no different from the federal congressmen; both are highly competent politicians.

The unspoken rules among politicians are often universal.

Just as Velex was feeling somewhat depressed, he suddenly heard Her Majesty the Queen say, seemingly casually:
There is a mistake in what you said.

Where is wrong?

The federal envoy paused, then heard Catherine say softly:

"The high walls do not protect human beings."

and so……

And then? What happened next?
Upon hearing this, Verex immediately perked up his ears.

However, Her Majesty the Queen suddenly fell silent and slowly began to savor the red wine in her glass.

This is also the way shrewd politicians speak—saying only half and concealing the other half.

If you want to know everything, then you have to trade something for it.

Thinking of Ron, who was too clever for his own good, Verex suddenly realized that this Empress was not bad either.

As the queen of a nation, what she wants to exchange is probably not just the federal industrial base.

Sigh... The people of the Kingdom of Oran are not easy to fool at all...

-

"President, something terrible has happened!"

Ron suddenly pushed open the door to the chairman's office.

The president was no longer as indifferent as before. Instead, he was enjoying himself, with his long legs propped up on the desk, sipping his wine from the bottle.

"It's Ron, want a bite?"

Olivia shook the empty wine bottle in her hand, looking at the boy with a half-smile.

Upon seeing this, Ron's expression became extremely serious.

He knew this was a necessary part of professional growth.

When his superior offered him a toast, how could a lowly subordinate dare to refuse?

To be honest, Ron isn't a great drinker, but life is full of unavoidable hardships.

Thinking of this, the blond boy's face hardened. He took a step forward, snatched the bottle of wine that the president had drunk from, and gulped it all down.

To avoid waste, they even subconsciously licked the bottle opening.

"President, this wine is really delicious. Why don't you open another bottle? I'll just drink what's left."

Ron said sweetly, while also praising his leader.

This is the wisdom of speaking in the workplace!
"Dream on! There's not even enough wine for me to drink!"

"I was just being polite with you, and you actually drank it?"

Olivia rolled her pretty fox-like eyes at Ron, muttering to herself:

This kid is getting more and more freakish. Who did he learn that from?

Now it's all about drooling; if this keeps up, it'll get sweaty, pee...

Olivia couldn't even imagine what that scene would look like.

“Ron, it’s not that I don’t want to leave you the wine, but you’re just a kid. You should have some shame for doing this. It’s not good for your mental health if you keep doing this.”

The president offered earnest advice, attempting to pull the misguided young virgin back on the right track.

"President, what happened to me now!?"

It's just half a bottle of your wine, why are you being so stingy?

Ron was truly dumbfounded this time.

Upon seeing this, the black-haired woman immediately slammed her hand on the table.

"Ron Griffiths, stop pretending!"

"You just want to drink my..."

Olivia stopped mid-sentence and shut her mouth tightly.

As the saying goes, "a fall into a pit, a gain in your wit," and after suffering so many losses at Ron's hands, Olivia had already developed a basic level of vigilance.

"President, what would you like to drink?"

"Cough, it's nothing. What I meant was that drinking alcohol is bad for your physical development."

"Alright, stop mentioning it. If you have something to say, just say it. Don't waste my time!"

(End of this chapter)