I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 255 The President's Taste is Really Good (Part 2)

"Uh"

Seeing Olivia's composure, Ron was momentarily speechless.

However, he quickly regained his composure, considered the serious atmosphere of the apocalypse, and said to the guild leader in an exaggerated manner:
"Ms. Olivia, the end of the world is coming!"

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"Really? I'm so scared."

"Ron, go bite the kerosene lamp if you have nothing better to do, stop messing with me."

The dark-haired woman shook the tall boots draped over the table, then rolled her eyes, her expression as calm as if she were discussing what to have for dinner.

"President, I'm telling the truth!"

"Hmm, I'm listening, you continue." The pretty fox-like eyes looked at Ron, then snorted and said, "What year is this? The trick of scaring girls into crawling into your arms is outdated."

Hey, you call yourself a girl?

Upon hearing this, Ron silently complained to himself.

To be honest, he understands the president's behavior at this moment.

Life was going well, and no one would believe that the end of the world had suddenly arrived.

There's no other way now that things have come to this!
The handsome young man gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:

"Whoever lies is a dog!"

This was the most vicious curse that Ron, who was kind by nature, could think of.

Upon hearing this, Olivia immediately dropped her nonchalant expression and earnestly mocked:
"Hurry up and call one for me."

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You woman, get serious!

Seeing her trusted subordinate remain silent for a long time, the black-haired woman finally stopped joking and gently raised her chin, saying:
"Although I don't know what you mean by the apocalypse, according to recent surveys across the kingdom, the influence of the Deep World is gradually fading."

"Yes, and the dangers at sea are also decreasing. After the delegation from the Radiant Federation came, I sent people to sail around the coastal waters, but they did not find anything else strange."

"All of this points to the good side. Optimistically, it may not be long before the whole world returns to what it was more than a thousand years ago."

As she spoke, she stared at the boy with her amber eyes, waiting for his explanation.

Looking at the president, who was beautiful even when she was working hard, Ron organized his thoughts slightly and described Verex's dream.

Of course, in order to keep his promise, he did not reveal the secrets of the Moon Shadow Clan, and only vaguely mentioned some things that were hard to explain.

"Oh? It seems our guest is no ordinary person..."

The dark-haired woman listened quietly, occasionally downing a bottle of strong liquor.

"However, have you ever considered that they might be lying to you and have ulterior motives?"

President, aren't you underestimating me...?

And what exactly are those two siblings up to that they would use the apocalypse to fool me?

Hearing Olivia's words, which implied distrust, Ron's inner monologue was like champagne bubbles rising in abundance.

“Ms. Olivia, the person standing before you is the supreme leader of the Holy See, a genuine Pope. Who would dare to deceive me?”

Sensing malice and lies is a required course for the Holy Light Mage, and it has long been an instinct for Ron.

"Hmm...that makes things difficult."

The black-haired woman hesitated for a moment, then her eyes lit up and she said:

"Ron, why don't you represent the Mage's Association and go with those two envoys to the Radiant Federation to investigate their true intentions?"

"Okay, it's settled then!"

Before the boy could reply, the president took it upon himself to assign Ron a task.

"What? You're not going to refuse, are you?"

The next second, Olivia suddenly looked at her subordinate with a smile.
The long legs, which had been crossed on the desk, suddenly lifted up.

It was placed on Ron's shoulder in a manner that seemed both seductive and flirtatious.

Seeing his usually domineering boss behave in such an indecent way, Ron's breathing quickened slightly.

He knew he should say no to such unhealthy temptations.

But he simply couldn't refuse the president!
How could I possibly be unwilling?!

The handsome young man blushed, feeling the weight of his calves on his shoulders, and couldn't help but gently support them with his hands.

Even through the fabric, Ron could feel the president's skin, which was as smooth as mutton fat, as strong and elastic, and as perfect as his curves.

To his dismay, Olivia only liked to wear trousers, so with one leg draped over Ron's shoulder and the other on the desk, she was so careful that she didn't expose herself at all.

"I'll do whatever the president says!"

Seeing that pretty fox-like eyes seemed to be scolding him, Ron quickly replied, while gently supporting his firm calves on his shoulders with his hands.

Ron moved closer to the president, who was reclining in his office chair, and the firm touch of his hand on the calf had turned into a soft one.

At that moment, as the blond boy approached, his knees were already wedged against his shoulders.
Even so, there is still a distance of 10-20 centimeters between you and your immediate supervisor.

At such a critical moment, we must not give up easily.

Ron leaned forward and bent the general's long legs into a split.

Faced with this disrespectful behavior towards her superior, Olivia simply rolled her eyes at her somewhat impatient subordinate.
The intoxicating scent of peaches filled his nostrils, and gazing at those cherry lips so close to his face, the handsome young man bravely stepped forward without hesitation.

In that instant, Ron could feel the president's burning hot body stiffen for a moment, then soften and become as soft as water.

As the soft textures collided, a peach-scented alcoholic aroma emerged, which initially made Ron feel somewhat uncomfortable.

But as time went on, he became more and more obsessed with it, wrapping his arms around Olivia's neck and practically lying on top of her.

They lingered for an unknown amount of time before finally separating, their cheeks burning hot, unable to look each other in the eye.

Based on past experience, this intimate relationship should stop here.
But Ron gritted his teeth and buried his face in the president's long, white neck.

He gently inhaled the peach-scented scent of her body, then lightly bit the button on his boss's shirt, trying to possess more.

One, two, three, but just as Olivia's seal was about to be broken, a knock on the door suddenly interrupted the enchanting atmosphere.

The chairman's expression changed, and he stopped indulging his subordinate, kicking him under the desk.

She quickly struck a pose, pretending to be working hard.

Damn it, who ruined my plans?!

Ron, who had been kicked under the desk, was quite bewildered.

Just a little bit, just a little bit.

The dream of finding a wife and living a peaceful life is obviously fraught with difficulties and not so easy to achieve.

However, after adjusting his body and realizing his situation, Ron was stunned again.

In the office, the boss, the subordinate, under the desk, and an unsuspecting colleague reporting on their work.

Does this seem right?
Looking at Olivia's long legs that filled the entire field of vision, Ron suddenly found himself in a dilemma.

Because if you do that, you'll obviously become this woman's dog, never able to hold your head up high for the rest of your life, and be trampled underfoot and humiliated at will.

Want to go?
Ron was a dignified and excellent young man, and he asked himself:

What's wrong with Olivia's dog?!
"President, the delegation has met with Her Majesty Catherine and has returned to the Stardust Society."

"They seem to be in a hurry and want to leave immediately to return to the Radiant Federation."

As soon as Gloria, with her long pink hair, entered the office, she eagerly began reporting on her work. "Ahem, well, Gloria, you've done a good job. Is there anything else?"

The president coughed twice and asked in a serious tone.

The intelligence chief glanced at Olivia, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.

She nodded, but finally couldn't suppress her curiosity and asked:
"President, why are you blushing?"

"Can't I be full of energy?!"

The black-haired woman immediately slammed her hand on the table and subconsciously wiped away the traces of Ron's kiss from the corner of her mouth.

Feeling refreshed?

Gloria nodded, then pointed to Olivia's disheveled shirt.

"President, why are all the buttons undone?"

"Uh, it's hot today, I'm taking off my clothes to cool off."

Upon hearing this, the Minister of Intelligence was filled with awe, feeling that Olivia was truly a heroine among mothers.

To still feel hot in November, when autumn is already more than halfway over, is a terrifying physical condition.

Thinking of this, Gloria nodded after finishing her report.

However, just as she was about to turn and leave, she suddenly saw Olivia, who was sitting upright, tremble all over.
It felt like I'd been burned by something.

Then, her delicate face flushed even more, and even her amber eyes were veiled with a misty haze.

"President, what's wrong? Are you sick?!"

Golia was taken aback and went to help her up.

"Don't come here!!!"

Faced with her subordinate's good intentions, the black-haired woman shouted angrily, then breathed heavily and slumped softly onto the desk.

She seemed to be enduring something, or perhaps stopping something.
After a long while, the guild leader, unable to make any significant noise, suddenly looked up, biting her lip, and panted as she spoke to Gloria:

"Phew~ I'm fine, well, it's just that it happens a few days every month."

"You go out first, I... I'll be fine in a bit."

Hearing this, the intelligence chief became even more puzzled.

As the president's long-time assistant, she knew exactly what day of the month Olivia's period was.

Judging from the timeline, it should have just ended a couple of days ago, right?

Could it be! ?
Suddenly, Golia realized a possibility.

She adjusted her rimless glasses and looked at Olivia with a serious expression.

As expected of a powerful being who has advanced to the level of a demigod, even the duration of bleeding has been extended by two times!?
Indeed, only a strong person like the chairman can endure this kind of pain.

What a powerful and terrifying woman!
Gloria sighed inwardly, then left the president's office, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.

Upon seeing this, Olivia, with her face flushed and alluring, and her eyes filled with mist, used her thigh to kick Ron out from under the desk.

"Hahaha"

She gasped for breath, slumped over the table and sobbed for a while before finally recovering.

"You bastard, get over here right now!"

Ron walked forward with an honest and simple expression.

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Olivia was furious and punched the unsuspecting boy to the ground.

He immediately broke off the heels from two pairs of tall boots and stuffed them into Ron's mouth.

"Lick, lick away! Don't you like licking?!"

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"Brother, we're going back so soon? How are we going to repair our ships?"

"Are we going to have to take a frigate?"

In the reception room of the mission, Vivian looked at her brother and asked the most crucial question.

Although she didn't know what her brother and the Empress had talked about, she felt a sense of urgency seeing them rushing back.

"Perhaps we could ask Lord Ron for a solution; after all, he is the head of the Holy See."

"By the way, where is he? Queen Catherine has agreed to let him lead the team to the Federation."

Verex looked around but couldn't find the blond boy.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the reception room.

"Please come in."

The vampire youth responded, assuming it was Ron, but he was stunned when he saw who entered the room.

She was a beautiful, unfamiliar woman, with a full figure but not bulky, and a delicate face with a touch of allure in her eyes.

"Hmph, so you are envoys from other continents?"

"They don't seem any different from the people here."

Elena covered her mouth and chuckled, glancing around before looking at Verex.

"Let me introduce myself, Elena Isabella."

"I am a baron from the Kingdom of Oran and the president of the Good Come Merchant Guild. I have a business deal to discuss with you."

Vivian was momentarily captivated by the witch's charm, and, a beat slow on the uptake, asked:

"Why, why do you want to talk to us?"

When Verex heard his foolish sister ask such a question, he felt a headache coming on.

Sister, didn't you hear me? They're businessmen. Are they going to sail to the Federation by themselves if they don't talk to us?

Being a federal envoy is undoubtedly a job that is more symbolic than practical.

Its most important purpose is to ensure the first step of communication between the two continents, and long-distance trade or attracting chambers of commerce to do business in the Federation are undoubtedly good opportunities to strengthen communication and population mobility.

However, this was far too difficult for a first-time mission.

No businessman would be so reckless as to make such an investment.

Therefore, Verex expected that it would be better if businessmen came to discuss cooperation, but it wouldn't matter if they didn't.

"Madam, please have a seat. This is exactly what we've been looking for. May I ask what goods you can provide?"

"Given that you are the first businessman to come to us to discuss cooperation, the Federation will provide you with some information and conveniences, such as rent-free shops."

If we could exchange some of the Federation's resources for some rare minerals from the Kingdom of Oran, that would be a good thing.

Verex stroked his chin, secretly observing Elena, wondering what kind of business she was in.

“That’s very straightforward, Mr. Verex.”

The witch smiled and adjusted her wide-brimmed witch's hat, a magical light flashing in her hand as she took out a potion from her sapphire ring.

"I'm sure this would be a bestseller where you are, and very popular with men of all races!"

(End of this chapter)