I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 270 You Federation People All Have Some Serious Illnesses (Part 2)

Good evening, Gear City.

"Hi, you two, would you like to come to our newly opened Senior Citizens' Respect Theme Park and experience the warmth and comfort of family time?"

"I think you two are a perfect match. Oh, I'm sorry, but he should be your child, since you look like you're almost forty."

Ron and Olivia were walking on the streets of a foreign city when they were suddenly stopped.

When he saw that the other person was holding a thick stack of flyers, wearing glasses around his neck, and had a deep purple tail similar to Afra's, he couldn't help but admire him.

I've been out for half an hour now, and I don't know how many alien races I've encountered.

First of all, Ron must admit that he is not a Fury fanatic.

After that, Ron held Olivia's arms tightly with both hands, preventing her from going out and beating up others.

As far as he knew, assaulting someone in the federal government not only resulted in financial compensation but also in a fine.

This is no longer the dark capital of Oran!

"Ron, let go of me! I'm not over forty! I don't look forty at all!!"

Age has always been a sensitive topic for the student council president; once touched, the consequences are unimaginable.

"President, it's not that bad, it's not that bad."

Ron exerted all his strength to finally suppress his superior's hardened fist, then said to the snake woman in front of him:

"No need, and you're mistaken. She's not that old."

The blond boy, his face serious, tried to get the snake woman to admit her mistake.

Upon hearing this, the snake woman holding the leaflet narrowed her eyes, leaned closer to examine Olivia more closely, and then looked horrified, immediately bowing apologetically:

"I'm sorry, I misread it. I didn't expect you to have a son so late in life, and that he's only eight years old. I...I'm so sorry, please don't complain about me!"

"I just graduated from university. If I get a complaint, my boss will fire me."

You fucking
You're the one who had a child late in life! Your whole family had children late in life!

"Ron, don't stop me, I have to make my move today."

Olivia had clearly reached her limit.
I don't know why, but ever since I obtained the divinity of "power" from the dragon,

This woman's violent tendencies are even greater than before.

Although he was only using his body to bear it and had not truly integrated it into his spirit, the president was still very arrogant at this moment, and even felt that Ron, who was blocking his way, was a bit of a hindrance.

Divinity is a double-edged sword.

That's because I haven't fully grasped it.

This further exacerbates the already limited wisdom available to us, which is a completely predictable and acceptable side effect.

Ron didn't have a good solution either, so he simply gave a serious explanation:
"President, this lady didn't do it on purpose."

Upon hearing this, Olivia was taken aback, staring incredulously at her subordinate with whom she had an ambiguous relationship.

Is this what you said in human language?
"Ron, whose side are you on? Tell me, are you tired of living?"

With her beautiful fox-like eyes sweeping over the snake woman in front of her, the guild leader suddenly realized something was wrong, and her gaze towards Ron changed.

She realized with a profound realization that her subordinate was more perverted than ever before.

Olivia thought to herself:

They're not on my side, but on the side of the foreign race.
Is this kid no longer interested in humans, but instead prefers cats, dogs, and even snakes?
Thinking of this, the black-haired woman earnestly advised:

"Ron, if you can't resist, just do it yourself."

"If all else fails, you can come to me, the president. It's not that I can't do it, but we need to be restrained and plan ahead."

"At your age, it's not good to be so obsessed with this kind of thing."

President, is this how you see me?
Ron was filled with grief and despair, feeling that Olivia had underestimated him.

Ron Griffiths is a man of unwavering will.

How could you do such a thing?

"Really? Then I'll have to trouble you, Chairman."

Ron replied somewhat embarrassedly.

Since we've already been misunderstood, why bother clarifying it?

This is the open-mindedness and magnanimity of the Holy Light Pope!

The snake woman handing out flyers overheard Ron and Olivia's "argument."
Although she couldn't understand what the two guests were saying, she could imagine the terrible situation of being unemployed again.

Thinking about the complex racial discrimination within the Federation, Polly couldn't help but feel a surge of sadness.

As a snake-person who was discriminated against by her own kind, she had experienced the deepest and most profound malice in the world since childhood.

The reason is simply because she is a cobra!
Her congenital severe myopia of 1200 degrees made her the target of ridicule from everyone.

Then I remembered how I finally graduated from university, but no company wanted to hire me because of my glasses.

They had no choice but to disguise themselves as normal snake people and hand out flyers on the roadside to make a living.

But today, she has finally gotten herself into big trouble!

I'll definitely get complaints, lose my job and be unable to find a new one, end up homeless on the streets, be bullied and abused by gangs of werewolves, and eventually be played with, abandoned and die a miserable death on the streets, right?
Thinking of this, a tear welled up in Polly's eyes.

But just then, she suddenly saw a hand in her blurry vision and heard a gentle greeting.

"You must be the Cobra Man, right?"

"Don't worry, it's okay. We won't complain about you."

Polly looked up in disbelief, and a golden, godlike figure appeared in her blurry vision.

"Really, really?"

"Yes."

Ron nodded solemnly, feeling deeply fortunate.

Cobra is considered disabled within the Federation. If he gets extorted, he could be bankrupted!

After spending a few seconds communicating with Olivia, the president completely calmed down and was squatting by the roadside slapping himself in the face.

"Thank you, stranger."

Polly wagged her tail with delight, then seemed to realize something, took off the glasses strap clipped to her collar, and saw the person in front of her clearly.

At that moment, she was deeply shocked.

The cobra-man was surprised to find that the two guests in front of him were actually human.

After thinking about the severe racial hierarchy within the Federation and realizing that humans were still below the cobra people, Polly unconsciously regained a bit of confidence.

She immediately suppressed her gratitude, rolled her eyes, and snorted coldly:
"Don't get in my way, my flyers aren't for you humans!"

Hey, do you Federation people change your minds faster than turning the pages of a book?

This is way too realistic!?

Although he had already received Vivian's warning, Ron was still shocked by what had happened.

He realized that common sense from the Kingdom of Oran was completely useless in this wretched place.

"Aren't you afraid I'll report you?"

Ron tried to get the Cobra Man to be more polite.

Unexpectedly, Polly raised her chin and pointed to the sign at the entrance of the theme park.

[Humans and trolls are not allowed!] You stinking outsiders, even if you come to our Gear City to beg for food, you still have to follow the rules!

Seeing the incredulous look on Ron's face, Polly pointed at the two of them and said:
"The two of you, one human and one troll, do not meet the requirements for entering the theme park."

"If you can't get into the theme park, you can't complain about me, right?"

Okay, okay, this is how you play, right?
Ron's lips twitched, and he quickly grabbed the president who was about to raze the theme park to the ground. Then, a light blue light flashed in his hand.

His and Olivia's pupils instantly turned crimson, their ears, hidden beneath their hair, became pointed, and their skin gradually turned a cold, pale white.

At that moment, an aura of dominance suddenly erupted.

Vampires!
It's actually a vampire lord who has a councilor!

The cobra-man, who had just raised his chin, looked at the two of them with a look of horror and uncertainty.

Vampires are undoubtedly at the top of the Federation's hierarchy of contempt; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them the elite of the elite.

As a vampire with a councilor and preferential treatment, even if she, a cobra, is wantonly insulted, she will not break the law.

At that moment, Polly remembered a rumor.

It is rumored that the gentlemen of certain superior races sometimes disguise themselves as the lowest of races.
The purpose is to turn the tables when they are humiliated by some ignorant fools, and then watch the bullies run away with their tails between their legs, or to trample their former high and mighty dignity underfoot and grovel in apology.

And today, she actually encountered this kind of thing!
Thinking that if he offended the vampire lord and got a complaint, not only would he be fired from his job, but he probably wouldn't even be able to stay in Gear City, the originally "unruly" cobra man turned pale.

She pounced on the ground like a tiger, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Your Excellency, please do not complain about me. I will do anything you ask."

"Look, I can tie myself in a knot, I can curl myself into a ball, you can humiliate me however you want, please don't complain~"

This scene stunned Ron and Olivia, who were initially furious, and they inexplicably lost their urge to teach each other a lesson.

The two looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

"How dark it is," Olivia exclaimed, her mood inexplicably shifting as she walked past the snake woman, her hands behind her back, toward the front of the street.

Ron was also taken aback for a moment, lowered his raised hand, and looked at the snake woman to ask:
"How do I get to the Magic Research Institute?"

This was the place Vivian recommended to him before he set off, the best place to investigate Fiona's grandmother's best friend.

"Uh, vampire lord, turn right 500 meters ahead, and you'll see a building with a large chimney."

This time, the cobra woman didn't even dare to raise her head.

Ron glanced at her and quickly caught up with Olivia.

As soon as I approached the president, I heard her say, as if talking to herself, yet also as if chatting with me:
"This place is really strange. It looks more grand than Glenhill, so why is it so barbaric?"

"The law of the jungle, where the strong are respected, is no different from the Kingdom of Oran."

Upon hearing this, Ron looked at Olivia as if he had seen a ghost.

"President, whose words did you copy?"

Ron instinctively felt that the president couldn't possibly say something so philosophical.

"Hey kid, have you gotten too familiar with me and now you're making fun of me?"

The dark-haired woman kicked Ron in annoyance, then said:
"I thought this place looked much more civilized than the Kingdom of Oran, and I was always worried that they would look down on us country bumpkins."

"But who would have thought that the people here are even more unsophisticated than we are?"

To be honest, as a prominent figure in the Kingdom of Oran, I was somewhat nervous about this trip to Olivia in the Federation.

He remained silent the entire way, afraid of being laughed at by outsiders for not observing proper etiquette, thus disgracing his hometown.

No matter how you look at it, Olivia was a gentle, sentimental, and soft-hearted woman!

Ron was unsure how to react to these words.

However, he expressed deep agreement with the president's views.

No wonder Verex was willing to risk his life rather than lose his position as a senator...

With a sigh, the blond boy moved closer to Olivia.
Smelling the faint peach scent emanating from the black-haired woman, he rubbed his hands together and said:

"President, was what you said before true?"

"It's about helping me manage my time."

Ron felt that since he had finally managed to spend some time alone with the president, he should at least try to build a relationship with him.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be good to become estranged from your boss.

The dark-haired woman raised an eyebrow, her beautiful fox-like eyes giving Ron a charming glance, and asked with a half-smile:

"Ron, are your relationships with those four women real or fake?"

Oh no, how come the first question I asked was a fatal one?
Ron straightened his face and said in a serious tone:

"Human desires are like a boulder rolling down a mountain; once they start, they can never be stopped..."

Shameless!

Olivia rolled her eyes.

It's no surprise that this guy used such philosophical words in such a vulgar way.

However, after thinking about the flirting tips Elena had given her in the past few days, Olivia felt much better.

That bitch at least has a conscience; she even came to help me catch up on my lessons. But her relationship with Ron...

Ouch, so annoying!

Why can't we just beat all those women half to death!
As she pondered, Olivia's gaze sharpened, and she asked in a serious tone:
"Ron, if I, the president, were stupid, clumsy, and had a bad temper, would you still pursue and follow me?"

She initially wanted to use the word "pursue," but then realized that it wasn't a good word to use when referring to subordinates.

Ron was taken aback by these words and said sincerely:
"President, there's no need for hypotheticals."

"Fuck you!"

Olivia raised her leg and kicked again, immediately recalling the smirk on Elena's face when she taught her this move.

I'll settle the score with her next time!

Not long after, the two walking side by side saw a structure standing in the industrial area, shaped like a chimney.

It took another ten minutes or so to get to the gate, where Ron saw the sign covered in dust.

[Magic Research Institute]

However, the main gate was locked at the moment, and there was no way to get in.

"Gentlemen, did Lady Vivian send you here?"

Just then, Ron suddenly heard a clear, crisp voice.

He turned his head and saw a female elf with pointed ears waving at him.

The elf is 1.4 meters tall, has golden curly hair, wears a white lab coat similar to that of a researcher, and looks young, not yet an adult.

Vivian even arranged for a guide; vampire privileges are really useful. These damn racists!
Ron sighed inwardly.

Yes, may I ask your name?

The elven girl waved her hand and arrogantly raised her head:
"Just call me Jasmine. If I weren't Lady Vivian, I wouldn't be hosting two humans."

As she spoke, the elf's gaze passed over Ron and landed on Olivia.

"Wow, what a cool older sister! Can I take a picture with her?"

(End of this chapter)