I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 268 Trouble and Danger? (Part 2)

The goblin jumped up, somewhat comically breaking free of Ron's grasp, and shouted:
"No, who needs treatment? This is evidence, understand? It's evidence!"

"And you really don't know who the guy who destroyed public property is?"

Harrison squinted at Ron, his cunning, scheming, and greed now undisguised.

Frankly speaking, it is not a good idea to interrogate foreign envoys without any reason.

But when Harrison's small eyes took in the scorched earth of the port...

He increasingly felt that he was simply a genius!
Moreover, this is for the sake of the federal government and the safety of the general public.

Public property is sacred and inviolable!

Numerous reasons flashed through the goblin's mind, making him increasingly confident.

It's as if I can already picture the scene of using this incident to unleash the goblin clan's traditional threats.

You don't want to lose xxx because of xxx, right?
Seeing this, Ron tightened his face, touched his chin, and said, feigning distress:

"If that's the case, I do have a vague recollection of it."

"However, I have a terminal illness that causes me to lose my memory when I see idiots, so I'm sorry."

It's a terminal illness!

Harrison was terrified upon hearing this and quickly took several steps back to hide behind his bodyguard.

Several seconds passed before he poked his head out and shouted in a shrill voice:
"Vellex, damn it, why did you bring back a patient?!"

"What bad luck!"

"Is your illness contagious?"

Upon hearing this, Ron suddenly fell silent.

Goblins are naturally timid yet greedy creatures.
Their IQ is not considered particularly high among many races.

The book was right after all.
Ron sighed inwardly, then nodded with a look of utter grief:

"I'm sorry, my illness has already infected Verex!"

Verex's lips twitched, mimicking Ron's grief-stricken expression, and he took two steps as if suffering from dementia.

"Congressman Harrison, it's me..."

"Don't come here!"

The timid goblin, its green face contorted in fear, was terrified.

His innate timidity made him disregard his previous thoughts and retreat hastily.

By the Goblin God, that's a terrible, incurable disease that causes amnesia when you see an idiot.
If I get infected, how am I supposed to lead my millions of goblin brethren?!
"You, you just wait!"

“I will report your medical conditions to the parliament. Don’t try to play any tricks.”

The goblin hopped away comically.

Ron only looked away when he could no longer see the other person's back, and instead focused his gaze on Verex.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, realizing that having such a colleague to coordinate with was no easy feat.

Seemingly sensing the meaning in Ron's gaze, Verex shook his head and said:
"Harrison is just a pawn; in fact, he can't do anything."

“Every time he implements a federal parliamentary decision, something unexpected happens, and nobody cares whether he can do the job well.”

"So how did that goblin become a councilor?"

Ron asked in surprise.

Upon hearing this, Verex's expression suddenly turned serious, and he said in a low voice:
"Lord Ron, please be careful with your words and actions."

"Within the Federation, you should not use the discriminatory word 'goblin' so rudely."

"And we shouldn't use the impolite unit 'only' either."

"You should call them the 'underground wet colony humanoid green-skinned race'."

"Otherwise, you will very likely face trial in a joint court!"

Aren't they still goblins living in the dark, damp underground? What's the difference?

Ron's breath hitched, and he was speechless with frustration.

Seeing the blond boy's appearance, Verex continued:
"I don't know how Harrison became a member of parliament."

"But I heard that his parliamentary seat was bought."

Bought?
Is your Federation so corrupt that it sells titles and official positions?
The mere mention of anything dark immediately puts Ron wide awake.

"From an objective point of view, the advantages of the 'underground wet humanoid green-skinned race' are not obvious when compared with other races."

"Most of my compatriots can only take on the dirtiest, most lowly, most dangerous jobs, barely enough to make a living."

"Harrison is one of the few goblins who can get into a top university and even graduate smoothly. He is of green skin."

"So in order to change the status quo of racial disadvantage and low social status, he launched a donation campaign based on his own advantages."

As he spoke, Verex held up a finger.

“If each of his fellow citizens donates one federal dollar to him, he will become a federal congressman and improve the low social status of most of his fellow citizens.”

"Ultimately, he successfully raised over $17.35 billion in cash, using money to pave the way, and with a vote of four against and six in favor, he successfully entered parliament and became the eleventh racial representative."

Wow, Harrison is quite a character.
Ron admired it in his heart.

Even if the other party is just a goblin, this kind of experience is something everyone longs for, especially with more than 17.35 billion in cash.

"So he succeeded in the end?"

The blond boy pressed on, asking further questions.

"No, it failed. The remaining ten members of parliament jointly rejected his bills to improve the treatment of low-level workers and to mandate the installation of protective equipment in factories."

"He himself was threatened and forced to back down because of racial issues, and became a notorious clown throughout the Federation."

"After all, for members of parliament from other races, the lowly and dangerous jobs always have to be done by someone. If you don't do them, someone else will have to do them sooner or later, which will reduce the support rate of members of parliament among various ethnic groups."

There is nothing new under the sun.

This gave Ron, who was far away from the Kingdom of Oran, a sudden sense of familiarity, as if he had returned to Glenhill.

'Sigh... I wonder how well Catherine's talk of increasing national strength and reforming the laws is being implemented.'

For some reason, he thought of the majestic Empress.

"Lord Ron, welcome to the Radiant Federation."

Verex opened his arms to the harbor breeze, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He felt that he must have been very elegant at this moment, perfectly embodying the Moonshadow family's art of speaking—not saying anything bad, but conveying the true state of the Federation to Ron.

Elegant, so elegant!

Just then, Vivian's exclamation came from the ship's gangway.

"Brother, why didn't you tell me you had a terminal illness?!"

"You lose your memory when you see idiots? What are you going to do then? What if you run into Harrison outside and can't remember anything?!"

Wearing a small crown hair clip, Vivian ran to her brother with a worried expression, her voice trembling with tears.

Actually, your brother doesn't need to go out if he sees an idiot.
Ron's lips twitched, but he ignored the two vampires pulling at each other and turned his gaze to the other side of the gangway.

The student council president, who was approaching, first glanced at Ron with her pretty, fox-like eyes.
He then tossed over a portable camera about the size of a human head.

“Here, this is from West Germany.” “He said he doesn’t want to get off the ship right now, he just wants to study the ship’s technology and have you take pictures of anything interesting you see.”

No wonder he's Mr. West Germany; we've barely seen him during the week-long voyage.
Ron took the portable camera, fiddled with it casually for a moment, and then tossed it into his spatial ring.

His gaze passed over Olivia and fell upon Elena behind her, wearing a sun hat, and the nun carrying a large pile of luggage who looked like she had been wronged.

"Little Ellen, you're so kind. Thank you for helping me with my luggage."

"It seems like she might like you now~"

The witch took the briefcase from Saint Ellen and smiled with an invisible charm.

That smile, like a flower blooming in spring, made Saint Eileen pause in surprise, her face flushed as she said:
"No, you're welcome. It's what a bishop of the Holy See should do."

After saying that, she jogged up behind Ron, who was still dumbfounded, and started swaying her body awkwardly.

This woman!!!

Ron was at a loss for words to describe the extent of Elena's obsession.

So you're not only after me, but you're after every beautiful woman!
Wait, this guy is clearly half-hearted too, so why am I the only one getting hit?

So you're saying that the predecessors planted the trees so that the successors could enjoy the shade?

At that moment, Ron suddenly realized something.

Before he could even ponder the key to the matter, Elena, dressed in a white dress, suddenly walked past him in a flirtatious manner and gently lifted her hand to support the little nun's chin.

"Phew, it seems like I'm getting more and more reluctant to part with you~"

"Would you like to start a business with me?"

As the witch spoke seductively, she winked at Ron, as if to say:
Hey little guy, I've found a new way to play. Want to try it?

According to Ron's observation, although St. Ellen said no, she was clearly very tempted.

The thrill of violating one's faith and flirting with other women was even more exhilarating than being humiliated.

No, it's better to endure humiliation and bear the burden!
Saint Eileen silently added in her mind, while looking at Ron with eyes that conveyed emptiness, numbness, and a sense of being "played with."

She expected that beastly Pope would insult her dignity and discard her like a piece of merchandise.

Thus, he was forced to be captured by the witch and begin a new round of enduring humiliation.

As if that wasn't enough, Saint Eileen said in an extremely mournful voice:

"Your Holiness, even if you humiliate me, whip me, and insult me, I will never betray you!"

Saint Eleanor perfectly embodied the meaning of loyalty.

Only by raising the threshold will Ron, that beast, feel even better after abandoning her.

As the nun finished speaking, Ron suddenly felt gazes directed at him from all directions, as if he were a scumbag.

Damn it, don't talk nonsense!

At that moment, he finally understood why Cyrus VII had laughed so heartily before his death.

I finally understood how adorable the nun with her foul mouth really was.

With that in mind, Ron decided that it was more important to salvage his reputation.

"Eileen, you're looking down on me by saying that. We're both members of the Holy See, how could I possibly..."

But before Ron could finish speaking, a slender yet strong hand suddenly pressed down on his blond head.

The owner of the palm laughed heartily and said:

“I’ve agreed on Ron’s behalf. Elena is in need of help, so it would be good for you to help her sell some medicine.”

"Ron, what do you think?"

After saying that, the black-haired woman warned the Pope with her beautiful fox-like eyes, telling him not to speak recklessly.

Ron's expression tightened, and he scratched the back of his head helplessly, saying:
"Uh, ha, ha, Eileen, go ahead if you want."

Finally, the five members of the delegation were divided into three groups.

Elena and St. Ellen went to do business, ostensibly to research the market for special drugs in Gear City.

Sid Flores remained on the ship, partly to study the technologies related to the Radiant Federation, and partly as a meeting point for the mission.

As for Ron and Olivia, they were responsible for formally contacting the Federation and drafting legislation to facilitate communication between the two civilizations.

Meanwhile, he was secretly following Fiona's last wish to help her find out the last news about her best friend.

After all, the death of that Federation hero, the great inventor named Chrisel, was far too suspicious.

At least Grandma Fiona found it very strange.

It's so suspicious that they're no longer trying to hide it.

However, imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel.

Just when Ron thought he was about to make a big splash, he suddenly received a worried message from Verex.

Inside a high-rise hotel in Gear City, specializing in VIP accommodations, Velex held up a piece of paper covered in scribbled handwriting and said:
"Gentlemen, I have good news and bad news."

"I choose to hear the bad news first!"

Ron raised his hand and spoke first.

Upon hearing this, Verex nodded.
"The bad news is that we didn't contact Harrison immediately, which resulted in the airship that was prepared to welcome the delegation being blown to pieces by unknown terrorists. We managed to escape unscathed."

"The train line to Vientiane has also been destroyed, and we can only wait for a response from Vientiane for the time being."

"In other words, we're 'trapped' in Gear City, which likely indicates there are other dangers."

"What about the good news?"

Ron tilted his head and continued to ask.

"The good news is that the Federal Parliament only sent Harrison to meet with us, so we can't bypass them in terms of procedures."

Verex shrugged.

The people here are quite kind and simple.
Also, aren't you supposed to be against racial discrimination? Why do you describe meeting with goblins as good news? Is it because they're easy to bully or easy to fool?

Ron suddenly realized that the honest and unassuming Velex was actually quite cunning.

“Lord Ron, this is very unusual, extremely unusual. In my experience, this is not just due to the rebels.”

Velex, resting his chin on his hand, said sincerely:

“The lawmakers value interests most, followed by face.”

"And to make them abandon face and choose benefit"

He was well aware of the dirty tricks of the Federal Parliament.

First, they'll find all sorts of excuses to avoid and obstruct you, then they'll send their henchmen to harass you until you're completely fed up.

The purpose is to drain your energy, forcing you to reveal your hand prematurely, so that they can devise a targeted plan, like slowly cutting away your flesh and blood.
I've trapped you in my palm, and you can never escape.

Even with the combined strength of a few individuals and the Moon Shadow Clan, it's impossible for them to contend against the entire Federation.
Thinking of this, Verex sighed inwardly, then said with certainty:
“There must be something about you that they care about very much, something they would do anything to get their hands on.”

We must get it at all costs?

Ron and Olivia exchanged a glance, then immediately focused their attention on the cat paw bracelet.

If there is anything of great importance that could be associated with them from the Kingdom of Oran,
That leaves only Fiona's good friend, Chrisel, a great inventor from the continent of Oran.

(End of this chapter)