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Chapter 271 How dare you presume my race and gender!? (Two chapters combined)

When Jasmine spoke, her voice carried three parts contempt, three parts disdain, three parts contempt, and one part arrogance.

With her chin held high, it was as if Ron, a human, was nothing more than a nobody in her eyes.

Before Ron and Olivia arrived, Vivian had already used her connections to inform them and explained in detail their racial background.

This wasn't because Vivian revealed Ron and his companion's secrets, but rather because she was a native of the City of All Nations, a true old vampire...
She deeply understood how lowly, how inferior, and how unwelcome human beings were.

To prevent her human friend from suffering malicious discrimination, Vivian repeatedly instructed Jasmine to be polite.

This Federation is really bullying us!
Ron was furious. Being insulted by the brat who was even shorter than him made him realize the filth and darkness of the Federation.

That's not what being arrogant is like; Ron could clearly sense the difference between Fiona and Jasmine.

The former is simply trying to gain an advantage verbally.

The latter, however, is simply insult and discrimination.

The arrogant tone even implied that he should kneel down and be brought to serve as a dog, licking the other's feet.

Do I also want to take a photo with the chairman?

I've never even taken a photo with you, why should it be your turn?!

"President, let's go!"

Whoever wants to stay in this lousy place can stay!
But just as Ron was about to pull Olivia away,

Jasmine, however, bypassed him and said to Olivia with shining eyes:
"Big sister, is he your slave?"

As she spoke, she turned her head and pointed at Ron with a disdainful look.

Olivia glanced at Ron upon hearing this, neither nodding nor shaking her head, but simply said:
"He is my employee."

staff?

"He calls you boss, but he works day and night. Isn't he still a slave?"

Jasmine frowned and pondered for a long time, but still couldn't understand the difference between the two species of employees and slaves.

However, that's not the most important thing. What's important is that Olivia's temperament is simply too outstanding.
Even humans couldn't help but admire her, being an elf.

This heroic and dashing aura, this thrilling feeling of being covered in flaws but guaranteed to kill with a single strike—
Jasmine, acting very familiarly, hooked her arm around the student council president's and rubbed against him, saying enthusiastically:

"Please come in, guest. I'll show you around the Magic Research Institute!"

As for Ron, who is a human male, standing to the side...
Ron? What Ron?
Does such a person exist?
He was just a young male slave, and Jasmine had long since forgotten about him.

You don’t even act anymore, right?
Ron was very dissatisfied and stepped in front of the two of them.

"and many more."

He coldly swept his gaze over the elven girl, deciding to use the connections he had most to offer in the Federation.

“Vellex is my good brother, I will definitely tell him about what happened today.”

Upon hearing this, Jasmine frowned, realizing that something was amiss.

However, after glancing at Ron, she scoffed disdainfully:

"Hmm, whatever."

"These lowly human male slaves really think they're something special~"

After saying that, Jasmine rolled her eyes and arrogantly tried to pull Olivia away from Ron.

However, before she could even take a step with her left foot, the elf suddenly stopped in place, her expression becoming extremely serious.

Because she saw Ron raise an eyebrow with a smug look on his face and heard him say something incredibly irritating.

"How dare you presume my race, gender, and identity?"

These words were like a thunderclap, leaving Jasmine frozen in place and Olivia completely dumbfounded.

She thought to herself:
'This Federation is even more sinister than the Kingdom of Oran. What did Ron mean by that? Isn't he just a human male?'

'Could it be that he's not simply human, but has other bloodlines within him?'

Although the president, who had been an Oran since childhood, didn't know the intricacies of this matter, Ron was very familiar with it.

While citizens of the Union are free, racial discrimination is illegal.

Although it is not uncommon for demi-humans to enter the race every year for this reason, the gap between races cannot be bridged by ideology.

"Then, what race are you?"

Jasmine stood stiffly, somewhat resentful.

She could imagine that if her racism and presumptions about other people's genders were made into the newspapers, the research institute would receive a ton of complaints.

It's quite possible that they'll be criticized and relegated to unimportant experimental groups.

If she were to be isolated and ostracized because of this, she wouldn't be able to survive in Gear City.

You despicable humans! What's wrong with discriminating against you a couple of times?!

In response, Jasmine could only hope that Ron's hidden identity and gender were not from a particularly powerful race or an unusual species.

No, Vivian already said this guy is human, how could he have other bloodlines?
Could it be a recessive ancestry, or simply an inconspicuous trait?

No, he's probably lying to me.

"Do you have any evidence for saying that?"

The little imp is still very competitive.

Elves are a powerful race and will not lose to either side!
Seeing this, the blond boy gave a cold smile.
Today, Ron Griffith will teach this foolish brat a lesson!
Unfastening his mage robe, and after considering the top-tier races within the Federation, Ron said in a deep voice:

"I have one-quarter vampire blood, one-quarter orc blood, one-quarter dwarf blood, and one-quarter werewolf blood!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the sharp fangs conjured by the shapeshifting spell, the beast ears that had quietly stood up at some point, and the succubus tail that extended from behind the tailbone.

They're actually mixed race!

Mixed-race individuals are considered a rather special group within the Federation.

The inherent complexity of this group puts them in a state where they are fundamentally unselectable, because no matter how much discrimination is imposed, it will inevitably carry another part of the other person's bloodline.

In other words, it's fine if vampires, orcs, dwarves, or werewolves discriminate against Ron.
But as an elf, she absolutely could not utter a single word of no.

After thinking about how her one form of discrimination had turned into discrimination against four T0-level races simultaneously, Jasmine's expression finally changed.

Especially after seeing that Ron had features of four different races, she couldn't help but look at Olivia, whose arm she was holding, with teary eyes.

"Big sister, look at your slave, he's bullying me."

As the elven girl spoke, she made a very cute face and rubbed against Olivia, trying to get away with it in this way.

Seeing this scene,
Ron smelled the same scent as Elena and felt rather disdainful.

A widow's sighs are of little use.

"What? Now you know how to beg for mercy?"

Ron strode forward, about to grab the little elf by the collar and give him a good stern warning.

Just then, he suddenly saw Olivia, who had snapped out of her daze, give him a wink.

The boy understood immediately and stopped in his tracks. He then saw the guild master gently pat the elf girl's back and say tenderly:

"If you don't take us in, I'll kill you right now!"

Ron's lips twitched at the sight.

Why are they threatening each other?
Did you mean that one of them should play the good cop and the other the bad cop?
The terrifying aura of the demigod flashed by, causing Jasmine, who was trying to bluff her way out and squeeze out tears, to tremble.

So violent!
very scary!
So exciting!

Really like!
Jasmine left Olivia's body, her pointed ears twitched, and she sighed deeply.

"Fine, really."

The elven girl sighed, walked to the sealed gate of the Magic Research Institute, and unlocked it with the ID card in her pocket. "Hmph, you two, don't wander around inside, or you'll be arrested as corporate spies."

She waved enthusiastically to Olivia, then rolled her eyes at Ron, signaling the two of them to follow behind her.

-

The Magic Research Institute is a key institution within the Federation, both in practical and symbolic terms.

Over the past millennium, countless inventions have flowed from here, creating the highly developed federation we see today.

The above is a live explanation of Jasmine.

Ron frowned as he felt the intense academic atmosphere within the research institute.

Because he hadn't heard anything about Chrisel.

"Ahem, Miss Jasmine, I'd like to ask if Chrisel is the founder of the Magic Research Institute?"

Ron raised his hand, like a bright and eager student.

As they walked along the stone-paved path, the young elven girl at the front rolled her eyes at him and arrogantly raised her head.

"Don't keep interrupting me, you impolite slave."

"However, the Magic Research Institute was established to commemorate Chrisel."

"Her selflessness inspired everyone, especially her sharing of her knowledge."

Is that right?

Ron was greatly impressed, never expecting Chrisel to be such a kind and righteous person.

"Junior, don't listen to this brat's nonsense. How could Chrisel possibly reveal her precious research?"

"She's still waiting to sell it for money and live the life of a rich man. I even had to use 'star magic' to trade with my grandmother to see that small piece of theoretical research."

Just then, Grandma Fiona's voice rang in his ears, leaving Ron speechless.

Why are you criticizing them so much? Are you jealous?

However, considering that Fiona, though a minor character, wouldn't spout nonsense under these circumstances, Ron had to consider other possibilities.

Perhaps it was because of the impending catastrophe of the Apocalypse that, under pressure and for survival, they had no choice but to bring it out?

According to Fiona, Chrisel is someone who values ​​life, and protecting herself would have been the top priority in that situation.
Just as he was deep in thought, Jasmine suddenly pointed to a statue inside the research institute.

"Look, that's Chrisel's statue. Whenever researchers encounter a problem, they offer some tribute."

Ron looked in the direction of the sound and saw a statue of a short woman with a cold and indifferent expression.

She was dressed in clothing styled over a thousand years ago in the Oran Continent, giving off a strong sense of weariness.

"It's her, Chrisel!"

Grandma Fiona's voice became invigorating in my ears, followed by a long sigh.

"Ugh……"

Although my memories of my good friend are still from a few years ago, more than a thousand years have passed in reality.

This span of time and space made even someone as powerful as Fiona feel a sense of loneliness.

"You clearly told me to wait while you went to another continent to sell your technology and make a fortune, then came back and slapped me in the face."

"How did you go so far? What kind of hero are you? Do you even have my skills?"

"Wouldn't it be better to just dig a hole and hide?"

"..."

Perhaps it's because she's getting older; once she truly confirmed that Chrisel was the Chrisel from her memories, Fiona became sentimental and started rambling on again.

It was as if she was reminiscing about her lost youth.

Olivia, meanwhile, looked at the statue and felt a deep sense of regret for the fate of this senior member of the Mage Guild.

If the nobles and mages who once ruled the continent of Oran had been more enlightened, perhaps the Kingdom of Oran would be much stronger today.

If that's the case, the Vatican will inevitably be weakened, and all those subsequent trivial matters will no longer occur.

But unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in this world.

As for Ron, he was filled with regret.

I feel like the days of playing video games while enjoying air conditioning are getting further and further away from me.

"What? Are you all stunned?"

"What an ignorant fellow."

Jasmine made a sarcastic remark to Ron, then looked at Olivia and said:
"Big sister, your slave is really ignorant. Maybe he's thinking some dirty and filthy things while looking at the statue."

"Pfft, pfft, pfft, all men are the same, unlike your sister..."

"Big sister, can I touch you?"

Olivia's eyelids twitched; the words sounded strangely familiar.

She thought for a moment and realized that the words below were all ones that Elena had told her.

Just as the president was about to refuse, she suddenly saw Jasmine tiptoe, lean close to her chest, and whisper:
"Big sister, although Vivian said you came to visit the research institute, it seems to me that you came to learn about Chrisel, right?"

"Don't you all think Chrisel's death is suspicious? And since she was a hero and a human, why are other humans being discriminated against?"

"I have exclusive news!"

At this moment, Jasmine was like a strange uncle luring a little girl, attracting Olivia's attention step by step.

"what do you know?"

"The president asked in return."

"Hmph, I only want to tell you this, why don't you come to my lab and I'll tell you properly?"

Jasmine narrowed her eyes, making Olivia's lips twitch.

Why are there lesbians everywhere?!
Seeing that the handsome black-haired older sister did not refute, Jasmine became even bolder and actually started to wet the president's trousers with her saliva.

"Big sister, please, just let me see it, and I'll..."

Snapped--

The tiny sprite was sent flying backward, rolling more than twenty meters on the ground before barely managing to stay upright.

Ron sighed upon seeing this.

Of all the people to flirt with, why did he have to flirt with this violent woman?

Even he and the witch couldn't always avoid Olivia's subconscious retaliation at times.

Without divine protection, how dare you!?

"President, you didn't just kill her, did you?"

Ron jogged up to Jasmine and found the little elf staring wide-eyed, as if she had seen something unbelievable.

At that moment, Olivia's voice drifted over.

"Tch, I've seen plenty of people like this in the capital. Don't worry, they won't die, but they might develop psychological trauma."

As he spoke, the president pulled something out of Ron's pocket that looked very familiar and secretly showed it to him.

"Here, Elena gave this to me. You know there are too many perverted women in the capital. She left it for me to protect myself."

"I didn't expect it to be useful in this place."

"."

So cool
Ron's heartfelt sentiment.

(End of this chapter)