I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 272 The Elf Queen's Sound Request (Three-in-One)

Ron remembered that the magic apprentices in the Kingdom of Oran were very enthusiastic about legendary sets.
It can be described as extreme sexual repression.

This gave him some strange feelings:
Could it be that I've been transported to a world where everyone is into BDSM?
A fleeting thought of doubt crossed his mind, and he turned his gaze back to Jasmine.

His intuition told him that something was off about this guy from the Magic Research Institute.

Besides harboring severe racial prejudice, he also seems to know the specific origins of Ron and Olivia.

Did Vivian tell her?
No, it shouldn't be.

Well, although the vampire girl is a bit silly, she wouldn't make such a mistake.

"President, it seems we need to treat this guest well!"

Ron's face turned serious, and he immediately began to take off his clothes, then tossed the portable camera from his spatial ring to Olivia.

At this point, there's nothing more to say.
The only way to obtain intelligence is through practical actions and self-sacrifice!

Ron's audacious actions startled Jasmine, who suddenly screamed in alarm:
"What are you going to do, you filthy man, you pervert!"

She looked disgusted, struggled fiercely, her hair hanging down in disarray, but her eyes were firm and unyielding.

Olivia was equally startled upon seeing this, her amber eyes slightly narrowed, and she inexplicably began to wonder if Ron was experiencing excessive sexual repression.

After all, that's how the popes of the Vatican are.

Just as he thought of this, the president looked at the portable camera in his hand again.

Is this something I'm supposed to film so they can use it as leverage to blackmail the other party?
Is this good?
Olivia hesitated.

However, before she could even begin her earnest lecture, Ron had already completely taken off his shirt, revealing his powerful upper body, accompanied by a sly laugh.

"Hehehe, I've already scouted the area. There's nobody here. Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you!"

After saying that, Ron started to loosen his belt again, rolled over and lay down next to Jasmine, and pretended to be a victim of humiliation.

"What, what are you going to do?"

Jasmine kicked her legs in terror, trying to break free from Ron's grasp.

But just then, he suddenly heard the blond boy beside him shout in a panic:
"Help! A pervert is harassing a minor!!"

Wha, what! ?

The little elf was terrified, looking at Ron, who was much taller than him, and felt a mix of emotions.

At that moment, she sensed the despicable and shameless nature of the outsiders.
"Shut up!"

Jasmine couldn't imagine how such a despicable person could exist in the world.

She admitted that Ron's threats were effective.

Jasmine, 46 years old, looks like a young girl, but has been working for nearly 20 years.

By human standards and those of most short-lived species, she would be considered a middle-aged woman.

"Stop, stop now!"

She struggled fiercely, blocking the camera with her hands, her face filled with anxiety as she tried to stop it.

Olivia, who was standing to the side, had already seen through Ron's intentions. Seeing this, she nodded slightly and said:
"If you don't want evidence of harassing minors to be published in the newspapers and spread all over the streets, then tell me who you are and what your purpose is in coming here!"

She had long felt that this elf was being far too familiar with her.

Besides having the same terrible personality as Elena, he also seems to know quite a few secrets.

Who are these people?!

Humans are indeed the most despicable creatures!
Gritting her teeth, Jasmine bit her lip and complained:
"I was just joking with you guys, joking, is it really that serious?"

“Alright, don’t look at me like that. The Queen sent me to find you. She just learned that you outsiders have arrived in Gear City.”

"I was just wondering how to find you when Vivian sent me a message."

Queen?

The Elf Queen!?
Ron, who was lying on the stone brick road of the Magic Research Institute, acting like a scoundrel by taking advantage of his T0 race and T0 age, suddenly pricked up his ears.

Ron had heard of this elven queen, a powerful member of the Federal Council, from Verex.

“I remember, your queen’s name seems to be, uh, Slantis?”

Upon hearing this, Jasmine immediately raised her chin and emphasized angrily:
"It's His Highness Serandis! You impolite half-blood!"

"Alright, let me go now!"

Jasmine glared at Ron, then patted the dust off her white lab coat.

"The Queen has been waiting to see you for a long time. She is over a thousand years old, so you must be polite."

"So, where is your queen?"

"What does she want to see us for?"

Ron showed no embarrassment, after all, it wasn't him, a minor, who had committed the crime.

Upon hearing this, Jasmine turned her head away, and after a long pause, she spoke to Olivia:

"Didn't you want to know about the great inventor Chrisel?"

"The Empress was a figure from that era, and she had a close relationship with that great inventor."

"Uh," Ron stroked his chin, "Speaking of which, should I bring any gifts when I meet your queen?"

Seeing that Ron was about to waste any more words, the arrogant elf snorted coldly.
"Hey, are you guys going or not? If not, I'm going back to work overtime on my research. My time is very precious!"

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Of course I'm going! How could I not go?

Not to mention Grandma Fiona's constant nagging,
Investigating the background of the mysterious federal speaker is the most urgent task at hand.

Oh, and we should also ask Fiona from a thousand years ago if she ever came here.

After all, their relationship doesn't seem to be that bad, so it's quite reasonable for them to look for a friend along the way while saving the world.
Thinking of this, Ron looked around.

This city, constructed of what appears to be reinforced concrete, is very similar to things from his past life.
On the wide streets, oddly shaped vehicles drove by.

Yes, it's powered by a magic crystal, which is energy-saving and environmentally friendly.

Led by Jasmine, the two crossed three streets and finally arrived at her rented apartment, where they took the elevator.

This bustling scene left Olivia, who had lived in the capital since childhood, in awe.

Although she had seen this completely different architectural style during the day, she still felt a little uneasy.

This is just one city on the coast of the Radiant Federation. If it were the legendary capital of all nations,
It's hard to imagine just how bustling it must be.

Compared to them, I'm like a country girl.
The black-haired woman thought to herself with a sense of helplessness.

However, Ron didn't seem to care about this at all; on the contrary, the prosperity of the Federation seemed commonplace to him.

This made Jasmine, who was walking at the front and felt rather proud, feel a pang of resentment.
She rolled her eyes at the young virgin for no reason.

"We've arrived. The Queen is waiting for you inside."

"I have to work overtime, you can go in by yourselves."

After saying that, she knocked lightly twice on the apartment door, then left without looking back.

Eh.
Why are you walking so fast, as if you have some deep-seated grudge against me?
Ron muttered to himself, completely unaware of the implications.

crunch--

The apartment door opened quietly with a sound.

Olivia and Ron exchanged a glance and stepped into the room one after the other.

The first thing you see is a living room decorated in an elven style.
In the center of the room, a tall doll, about 1.75 meters tall, sat cross-legged on a wooden chair.

The doll wore a long lace-trimmed dress and gold-rimmed glasses. Her features were exquisite, and she had a relaxed demeanor. Her pointed ears peeked out from her cascading golden hair.

As for why it's called a doll, it's because through the clothing, Ron could easily see that inside her abdomen and chest cavity, there were extremely intricate gears spinning rapidly, emitting a faint buzzing sound.

"I'm so sorry, Jasmine has caused you trouble."

“If it weren’t for the urgency, I would have made her apologize to you and greeted you both with the highest level of courtesy.”

With a series of rhythmic mechanical sounds, the elven doll in front of Ron stood up from its seat and placed one hand on its chest in apology.

I was wondering why that kid ran so fast.
Ron's lips twitched, unable to hide his curiosity.

"You are the Elf Queen?"

"Yes, just call me Serandis."

"I apologize for meeting you in this undignified form. In fact, I am still in the City of All Nations, and I am currently only connected to a mechanical avatar."

Serandis's voice was gentle as the wind, sounding calm and soothing, like someone relaxing in a hot spring after a long day.

But then, she suddenly changed the subject.

"You seem to know Chrisel. Could you tell me about her deeds on another continent?"

"Someone as outstanding as her must be quite famous where you are, right?"

You're overthinking it. The people of Oran are all beasts. A science student like her can't beat an athlete like Fiona.
Ron silently grumbled to himself, then racked his brains for a while and realized that all his memories of Chrisel stemmed from the bad things his grandmother Fiona had said about him.

For example, he was easily defeated in the election for president; he was also extremely timid and cowardly; and he was obsessed with making a fortune through magical techniques.
He hesitated for a moment, then chose a more pleasant-sounding phrase to say:
"Well, Ms. Chrisel has an indomitable will and will not be discouraged even in the face of failure."

"Moreover, they cherish life and are wholeheartedly committed to promoting the development of civilization and benefiting the world."

After saying that, Ron glanced at the smiling elf sister.

"That is true in a sense, but people's evaluation of a person will always be biased."

"In fact, Chrisel is very timid and has a great fondness for vulgar possessions. She lacks basic self-care skills. She even needs me to cut fruit for her, otherwise she would rather starve than do it herself."

As soon as the elf sister finished speaking, Grandma Fiona's voice, filled with gritted teeth, rang in Ron's ears.

"Yes, I remember now. I shared a dorm room with my grandma for five or six years, and I had to bring her food and do her laundry every day. Humph!"

"Junior, this woman may have actually seen Chrisel. Quickly ask her how she died?"

Upon hearing this, Ron carefully considered his words:

"Ms. Serantis, are you very familiar with Senior Chrisel?" "To be honest, the heroic deeds recorded in the Federation do not seem to match your description of her."

Upon hearing this, the elf sister's eyes glazed over slightly.

"In fact, she can be considered my teacher."

"Moreover, he did not die in battle against a powerful enemy, but rather from the combined power of all races."

own people?
Upon hearing this answer, Ron felt both surprised and unsurprised.

In his view, Chrisel's magical techniques were indeed very useful tools, and even low-level mages could master them through learning.

In this situation, it is not difficult to understand why one would be coveted by outsiders and desired by everyone.

However, Ron still had some doubts; a little knowledge did not seem to warrant the betrayal of all races.

Or perhaps, weren't the backstabbing incidents of the Ajin back then too uniform?
"You might be thinking that Chrisel doesn't seem to deserve this from the many races of the Federation, right?"

"But what if I told you that she used magical technology to create something that could be called a 'miracle'?"

At this point, Serandis's mechanical body trembled slightly.

"A creation that can arbitrarily alter celestial phenomena, create natural disasters spanning continents, attract the morning stars of the astral plane, and easily tear the habitable lands of all races in two!"

this.
Ron hadn't expected there to be a hidden story, and subconsciously glanced at the chairman, who was like a human nuclear bomb.

Upon seeing the other party shake their head, indicating that even at this stage of achieving demigod status, they could not possess such terrifying destructive power.

That's definitely a bit of an exaggeration.
At that moment, Ron seemed to understand why everyone had betrayed Chrisel.

With everyone united, the disaster was finally brought to an end, and the federal system gradually stabilized.

What's the point of you researching such a terrifying weapon all by yourself?
Even if you think about it with your backside, Ron knows those races will inevitably betray you. It's not a matter of conscience or morality, but rather a matter of who you are and who you are.

Because no one can guarantee that Chrisel is absolutely just and fair.

On the other hand, if we look at it from a negative perspective, everyone would probably want to control such a weapon, or at the very least, accept public oversight to ensure a certain degree of checks and balances.

"The monsters of the darkness fear Krisel's missiles, and the intelligent races fear the creations that bring about natural disasters."

“During that time, Chrisel was seen by everyone as a demon, or even as the disaster itself.”

Serandis's mechanical face contorted with a human-like fear, seemingly still reeling from the blood-soaked chaos, as he spoke in a dreamlike tone:

"At the time, I just had a premonition that something bad was going to happen. Someone had revealed that Chrisel was secretly researching magical technology that could destroy everyone."

“By the time we realized something was wrong, it was too late. The guards at the research institute were killed, and the apprentices were either captured alive or beheaded. I advised Chrisel to leave quickly and escape.”

"But in that final period, she was not like herself at all. Ignoring the threats from the outside world, she studied that creation as if she were possessed."

"In the end, the laboratory was broken into from the outside. Perhaps because of my status as an elven royal, they did not kill me, but knocked me unconscious."

"When I woke up, Chrisel was lying in a pool of blood, a knife in her chest, and her brain had been removed."

The apartment room fell into a sudden silence.
Even Fiona, who had been eager to know the truth, fell silent at this moment.

Chrisel's unusual behavior before her death left her somewhat bewildered, and her first reaction was that it was absolutely impossible.

How could someone who could rival her as the president of the Mage Association not understand the principle of running away as soon as danger is encountered?

Unless something far more dangerous has left Chrisel with nowhere to run but to pin her hopes on her own creation.
What danger could be more terrifying than a sharp knife piercing the heart?

Fiona's mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts, piecing together and summarizing information in her consciousness.

A few seconds later, she transmitted her voice to Ron in a hoarse tone.

“Junior, ask her if Chrisel was close to the ancestors of the Moonshadow Clan back then?”

Upon hearing this, Ron immediately understood what Fiona meant.

end!

The lifespan of the world is finite, but that fact alone is enough to cause despair.

Chrissy likely learned of this news.

They even confirmed the accuracy of the message through some means.

"Ms. Serantis, do you know the ancestors of the Moonshadow Clan?"

Ron organized his thoughts, refraining from revealing any information about the apocalypse.

The elf sister was stunned for a moment, not expecting Ron's thoughts to jump so wildly.

But when she thought of Verex, she didn't find it strange anymore.

“I know what you want to ask. The ancestor of the Yueyin family did not participate in that rebellion. He had a good relationship with the teacher and provided her with a lot of financial support.”

"However, that vampire passed away three years before the rebellion, like most of the Blood Shadow Clan leaders, dying in his sleep."

“Since then, Chrisel has locked herself in her research lab.”

As expected, it's the end of the world again.

It was known a thousand years ago!

Having pieced together the general outline of the matter, Ron was momentarily at a loss for words.

He tried to calm the chaotic thoughts surging from his vivid imagination and changed the subject directly.

"Are those who rebelled back then the same people who form the current Federal Parliament?"

"To be precise, it's the majority."

Serandis's mechanical face pursed its lips and moved them, letting out a very human-like sigh:

"In fact, a thousand years have passed, and those who participated in the rebellion back then have all died. The remaining ones have either been eliminated by history and kicked out of Parliament, or they know nothing about their ancestors' rebellion and that history."

I understand, it's a legacy issue.
Ron nodded, about to say a few words of comfort, when he suddenly heard Thranduil's voice turn cold:
"But one person is still alive."

“Lilvis, Speaker of the Federal Council, that’s why I’ve come to see you.”

"He was also the teacher's apprentice, and he kept a very low profile in our class. It was he who spread the news that Chrisel was researching divine creations."

"Finally, by virtue of his position as leader, he gained the approval of those traitors and was eventually elected by the crowd as speaker."

Hiss, the Speaker's position must have been incredibly hot back then. No one could bear the infamy of betraying Chrisel. Those races were trying to find someone to take the blame.
However, this history was later covered up; Lillevis's methods were far from simple.
Ron thought to himself.

"More than a hundred years after my teacher's death, I was elected leader of the elven race and became a member of the council, intending to use the power of the elves to settle scores."

"But I did not succeed. He stole his teacher's research and mastered how to use the divine creation."

As she finished speaking, a look of shame and fear appeared on Chrisel's mechanical face.

"After that, the elven population plummeted, and I had no choice but to submit to him in exchange for not being wiped out."

"Perhaps it was the humiliation of the elves that gave him pleasure, so Lilvis stopped."

"Of course, I suspect that there are very strict conditions required to use divine creations, but at the time I didn't dare to gamble."

Finally, the elven queen looked at Ron with a hazy gaze.

Even before she spoke, Ron already knew what she was going to say.

"Lord Ron, I solemnly request that you help us eliminate this traitor, not only for Chrisel, but also for the entire Federation and your country."

"You may not know, but given his obsession with his teacher's research, he would inevitably launch a war to plunder everything in his teacher's hometown."

Sister, am I supposed to use my head to hit her?
A power capable of controlling natural disasters across the entire continent and easily tearing apart its framework—aren't you overestimating me?

Of course, the divine kingdom left behind by the Holy Light God might be able to do this, but Ron's level is still low, and the divine power he can mobilize is insufficient to cover such a wide distance.

"Madam, if I may be so bold, this matter should be considered carefully."

Ron did not refuse, because it involved the safety of his hometown.

If war were to break out, given the technological disparity between the two sides, the Kingdom of Oran would likely be reduced to ashes.

Serandis's mechanical eyes were fixed on Ron, and when he saw that the other's face did not waver in the slightest, he silently nodded.

"I look forward to working with you, however..."

"Your Excellency, I have a question. Did the Kingdom of Oran truly leave behind Chrisel's research manuscripts, or some other powerful artifact?"

"After all, the space-based weapons you deployed at the port are already known to many councilors, and Lilvis may not be able to resist taking action against you."

You've misunderstood. This is pure theology.

Ron's lips twitched as he began to ponder how to explain the strange magical phenomenon.

Seeing the hesitation on the face of the envoy from the Kingdom of Oran, the elf elder sister smiled understandingly and said:

“It’s alright, we’ve only just met, and this kind of information is indeed not suitable for you to tell me.”

"Well, the previous topic was too heavy, let's change the subject."

Thranduth winked at Ron, then spoke in a leader-like tone:
"The elven population has never been large, and in recent years it has even experienced negative growth."

"I heard from the returning deputy envoy that your Kingdom of Oran has a magical potion that can effectively enhance the elves' desire to reproduce."

"I would like to order 4000 bottles of the same type of medicine from you."

Hey, you've really jumped off a topic like that!

Ron was momentarily stunned upon hearing this.
It wasn't until much later that they realized the potion the Elf Queen had mentioned was a specialty of the Elina Merchant Guild.

"Yes, in a few days it will be the once-every-few-years breeding festival, where all male and female elves will find their ideal partners and have offspring."

"Perhaps we could mix some medicine into their drinking water and food; I think that might help those children."

Is it appropriate to mix aphrodisiacs into the meeting?

Ron felt as if he were seeing an elven queen who was desperately concerned about the birth rate.

They have even begun preparing to use unconventional methods, such as drugging the people under their rule.

Ron offered a suggestion in response.

"Your Majesty, please be sure to invite me to participate!"

I can do it! One of me can do the work of ten!

(End of this chapter)