I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 269 Just Leave Your Sister Here (Part 2)

In the dimly lit room filled with secondhand smoke, a crackling sound of electricity came from the communicator.

"Harrison, you did a good job."

A muffled, hoarse voice, indistinguishable as male or female, accompanied by a static-like sound.

The goblin councilor, standing in front of the table, with dark green skin, looked extremely respectful.

“Your Excellency Speaker, this is what I should do.”

Harrison rubbed his hands together, a shrewd glint in his beady eyes, and blinked as he said:
"Your Excellency Speaker, those outsiders seem quite formidable; they even seem to have infectious diseases. Shouldn't we..."

"It's alright, someone will deal with them."

A hoarse electronic voice abruptly interrupted the goblin, then changed the subject and said:
“Harrison, you must understand that the technology in Chrisel’s memory is too important to be left in the hands of outsiders.”

"Only through parliamentary oversight and control can lasting peace be achieved."

Hearing these grand and impressive words, Harrison quickly nodded in agreement.

His race naturally instilled timidity, and he easily discerned the underlying threat in the speaker's words.

The Radiant Federation is a vast nation united by numerous races.

In addition to the eleven members of parliament who hold the highest power, there is also a nominal speaker.

This is a secret within the inner circle of absolute power; even Harrison, who had served as a member of parliament for several years, knew very little about the speaker.

No one knows his origins, no one knows what race he is, and no one knows how long he has lived.

Harrison only knew one thing.

This nominal speaker is extremely dangerous, secretly wielding unimaginable power and manipulating the entire Federation in clandestine ways.

There was once a councilor whose race was trolls who wanted to replace the chairman and control the entire federation. He even secretly joined forces with rebels to try to investigate the chairman's true identity.

The next day, he was found dead at his bedside. All the members of the council, including the virtuous Elf Queen, immediately concluded that he had committed suicide.

Meanwhile, the troll race to which that councilor belonged was declining day by day, and today it not only has a low status, but also a small population that is almost extinct.

Generally speaking, the Speaker does not interfere with the normal operation of the federal government. He simply sits quietly on the high platform of the legislature and watches bills being rejected or passed, making it easy for most members of the legislature to overlook his presence.

But Harlinson knew that this mysterious speaker simply enjoyed watching them, the members of parliament, fight amongst themselves until they were bloodied and bruised.

It's like intelligent species watching ants tear each other apart when they're bored.

Thinking of this, Harrison's already dark green skin seemed to turn even greener.

“Uh, Your Excellency Speaker,” he stammered, “about the infectious disease.”

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Before Goblin could finish speaking, a long silence fell over the other end of the phone.

"You idiot, they're lying to you!"

"Since Verex Moonshadow returned, his stance has become increasingly skewed. Is it because he's been given more confidence by the presence of outsiders, or has he already betrayed the Federation?"

"Ha, it's such a pity that a bloodline capable of predicting the future has gone extinct. Even if you ask him to hand over his sister, he still won't."

"This won't work, that won't work. It's clearly a good thing that could expand the Yueyin family's bloodline. If it weren't for the fact that he's still useful, we wouldn't even consider it."

A muffled voice from the communicator, accompanied by static, emitted a series of cold laughs, causing Harrison to break out in a cold sweat.

After a long while, the mysterious speaker seemed to realize that the communicator had been on the whole time, so he paused for a moment and continued:

"Continue with your previous work and gather more information about the outsiders, especially about Chrisel."

"Yes, Your Excellency Speaker!"

-

Chrisel, a legendary figure, is a household name, much like Grandma Fiona.

To this, Ron could only sigh inwardly, "The Oran Continent is truly a land of auspicious geomancy, producing many talented people."

However, for him now, there's no point in dwelling on these things.

Because at this moment, they, who had come from afar, were caught in some kind of predicament.

Not only were the airships leading to the federal headquarters blown to pieces, but even the entire railway line was destroyed.

Compared to the Pain Cult of the Kingdom of Oran, which only torments its own people, the local cultists seem far too impolite.

What Ron found odd was that Verex hadn't received any notification from the council regarding this situation.

It was as if they had been completely forgotten.

In the specially reserved high-rise hotel room, Verex watched the two men's thoughtful expressions, and his slightly tense heart began to calm down.

"It seems the two of you already have a guess."

He didn't look at Olivia, but instead focused his gaze on Ron.

After all, such powerful individuals are always aloof, indifferent, and have a high level of prestige; engaging in conversation with them would put Verex under immense pressure.

"There are some guesses, but it's not certain yet."

Ron's face fell, and he said honestly.

Having just arrived in the New World, they were targeted by an evil god for various reasons, which was bad enough.

How come even the highest levels of federal power have ill intentions towards him?

Is Ron Griffith really that unpopular?

Before they could even breathe in the sweet air, they were forced to fight against the entire continent. Anyone would be upset in that situation.

The blond boy composed himself slightly and said thoughtfully:

“Mr. Verex, now that we have formed an alliance, it is only natural that we share resources with each other.”

"Based on my speculation, all these anomalies should be related to Chrisel."

"You may not know this, but Chrisel comes from the continent of Oran and was a strong contender for the presidency of the Oran Mage Association a thousand years ago."

"But later, for some unknown reason, I came here by boat and was caught in the midst of that terrible disaster."

Ron did not reveal the existence of Grandma Fiona.

This doesn't mean he doesn't trust Verex.

Rather, I simply felt that Fiona's past falling out with her best friend was a bit outrageous.

Isn't saying this a slap in the face to others?
"So that's how it is. No wonder you inquired in detail about the great inventor Chrisel's deeds back then."

Upon hearing Ron's brief explanation, Verex suddenly understood, and a look of realization dawned on his eyes.

"What's the deal with the rebels and the followers of the Lord of a Thousand Faces?"

Why did they suddenly attack you?

Before Verex could finish speaking, he suddenly remembered Ron's identity and immediately found it unsurprising.

Without waiting for Ron's explanation, he nodded to himself and said:

"Is it because of your faith?"

"Maybe, or maybe that evil god just doesn't like me?"

Ron shrugged, thinking he'd have to talk to Mr. Strabismus when he had time.
How could something so good suddenly turn into something evil?
“Now things are roughly clear,” Verex said, resting his chin on his right hand as if deep in thought. “Only that Federal Speaker could possess such power.”

speaker?

Upon hearing this, Ron was taken aback.

He had always thought that the Federation was a system of mutual support, but he never expected that it would have a nominal leader.

Seemingly sensing Ron's confusion, Verex explained:
"In fact, I never expected that you would attract his attention."

“According to the records of our Moonshadow family, that Speaker existed at the very beginning of the Federation’s founding. However, records about him seem to have been forcibly concealed, even by the Moonshadow family.” At this point, Velex’s expression suddenly darkened, and he instinctively began to deduce:

"No matter what, he's a very dangerous guy, we're in trouble."

"No one knows his origins, but they are very interested in Chrisel. They are also certain that the great inventor was not a local, a history that even the Moon Shadow family has not recorded."

"Perhaps he's not a local either?"

Just then, Verex's communicator beeped.

The vampire youth picked it up and looked at it; his pale face was faintly turning black.

But he quickly concealed it.

"What happened?" Ron was the first to realize something was wrong.

"Alas, the council sent a message instructing me to take a single-person airship and return to the capital of all nations ahead of time."

"Not coming with us?"

Ron was clearly starting to lose his composure.

In this situation, even a fool would know there's a problem.

Verex was clearly not the kind of fool Ron knew.

He paced back and forth in the room, stepping on the tiled floor that reflected the light. Sweat seemed to be trickling down his forehead, as if he were pondering something.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Velex slammed his hands on the table.

"No, I have to go back!"

Dude, how much do you make a month? Do you have to work this hard?
Ron's lips twitched, and he said sincerely:
“Vellex, this is most likely a trap. Staying with us is the safest option.”

Unless you choose to sever ties with us and betray all intelligence about us.
Ron silently added the second half of the sentence in his mind.

Frankly, he didn't think Verex was that kind of person.

Having ruled out that, the only reason the young vampire councilor had to return was a calculated scheme.

Verex said with a hint of melancholy:
"Lord Ron, you may not be familiar with the internal system of the Federation."

“I can find a reason to refuse this order now, but the question is, what about next time, or the time after that?”

“If I refuse too many times, it means I am telling the council that the Moon Shadow Clan has chosen to stand with outsiders.”

"This way, they will have a reason to send troops and label me a traitor."

"This is a price that neither the Moonshadow Clan nor the entire vampire clan can afford."

"If we show compliance now, there might still be room for negotiation."

Just as I thought, if I can't deal with outsiders, surely I can deal with you?
Ron's lips twitched, and he immediately started thinking:

"Perhaps we can go with you; that way, we can handle any dangers."

"No, no, this is absolutely not acceptable."

Verex immediately rejected it.

“If it were just the Federal Council, I might bring you along, but now the cultists and rebels are also planning to deal with you, so the risk is too high.”

"Even if you and Ms. Olivia join forces, I'm afraid you still wouldn't be able to deal with an evil god, would you?"

Ron and the president exchanged a glance and fell silent.

There is still a difference between the divine kingdom and the true form of the evil god.

Seeing this, Velex's mood sombered slightly, but he said in the same tone:

"I will leave Vivian to you, and I will return to the City of All Nations alone."

As he spoke, he reached into his pocket and took out a specially made small communicator.

"If I don't send you a message within three days, you..."

"Should we run away quickly and sneak back to the Kingdom of Oran with your sister?"

Ron raised his hand to answer.

At that moment, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and looked at Verex with newfound respect.

"Don't worry, Verex brothers, I will take good care of your sister!"

Ron immediately grabbed the communicator that Verex was handing over and shook it vigorously.

Upon hearing this, the vampire youth was speechless for a moment, his face filled with disbelief.

"Lord Ron, is there any way I can still be saved?"

"If danger arises, I will reveal some secrets about the apocalypse and about the High Wall that I obtained from King Catherine."

“They will definitely lock me up, this is the best time for you to rescue me.”

Seeing Ron's reluctant expression, Verex suddenly became anxious and quickly waved his hands, saying:

"Hey, seriously? You're not really going to give up on me, are you?"

Your suggestion is good, and it's not something we can't consider.
Ron muttered to himself, then frowned and said:

"The best way is not to go back, but it's not impossible if you insist on going back."

What can an outsider like him do when the parties involved have already made their decision?

We can only offer warnings and advice from the perspective of allies, hoping that everything will turn out as Verex said, and we have a certain degree of certainty.

-

6:30 p.m.

As a touch of orange-red appeared on the horizon of Gear City, Verex gazed at this modern metropolis, so different from the Kingdom of Oran, and silently boarded the airship that had come to greet him.

Before this, Ron tried to persuade him to stay, but as a community of shared interests among vampires, there were some things he couldn't simply refuse to do.

Besides, there's Vivian.

"Damn it, why am I starting to regret handing Vivian over to that guy?"

Verex's lips twitched, forcibly suppressing the unease in his heart, and he touched the letter Ron had given him in his pocket.

He didn't know what was written in the letter, but according to Ron,

The contents will certainly interest the Speaker of the Federal Parliament, and may even attract some risk, making Verex's situation less dire.

I hope everything goes well.
-

"Has my brother left?"

Inside the luxuriously decorated room, Vivian looked at Ron with a hint of worry in her expression.

"Ah."

The blond boy nodded, about to say a few words of comfort, when he suddenly saw the vampire girl reveal a genuine smile.

"Great, finally no one's bothering me!"

"Here comes the king-size bed!"

She jumped up and, dragging her skirt, pounced on the bed, rolling around in it.

No, aren't you worried about your brother at all?!
Ron's breath hitched, and he immediately thought of a possibility.

Verex most likely didn't tell Vivian the truth.
It's very likely that they're just making excuses, saying things have progressed, or that there's an urgent matter at the federal parliament.

This silly girl, it must have been quite a journey for her to grow up like this!
Ron sighed inwardly, the words of comfort he had prepared stuck in his throat.

After a long while, he finally came to his senses, stroked his chin, and asked:
"Vivian, where should I go if I want to know anything about Chrisel?"

(End of this chapter)