I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 275 Let me taste your **! (Two chapters combined)

Early morning, in Ron's room.

"This is definitely not news about my brother!"

The three people and the ghost gathered together, and Vivian confidently patted her chest.

Looking at the communicator that had sent the message, Ron stroked his chin: "How so?"

"Because there are no punctuation marks, it's not elegant at all!"

"Moreover, my brother never says anything without a reason."

No one knows a brother better than his sister.

Vivian's explanation makes sense.

"Perhaps he encountered danger and didn't have time to react?"

Olivia, with her messy hair, exuded wisdom and offered her own speculation.

As she spoke, she yawned, seemingly still a little sleepy.

This scene made Ron's eyelids twitch.

The president's stats are still too comprehensive.
Upon learning the ingredients of the meat skewers, Ron rushed to Olivia's room, ready to provide immediate medical assistance.

But when they arrived, they found the black-haired woman sleeping soundly, sprawled out on her back, her face rosy, like a baby in a deep sleep.

Those culinary disasters, enough to kill hundreds of people, only served to calm Olivia's mind.

This left Ron unsure whether to marvel at Olivia's strength or lament the killer's bad luck.

Why did I have to run into a woman like this?
Pulling his slightly scattered thoughts back, Ron mentally agreed with Vivian's statement.

The message was not left by Verex himself.

Based on his observation, that guy was a complete siscon and wouldn't send the wrong message to Vivian and drag her into a trap.

If things really become unmanageable, he will most likely tell him to take Vivian and run away as soon as possible.

"Ms. Fiona, did the teleportation array on the letter work?"

Ron turned his head and asked.

Upon hearing this, the woman with long, light pink hair shook her head.

"Not at all, not even the magic that senses malice above was activated."

There's none.
The blond boy's heart sank.

Before Verex set off, he wrote a letter with a lot of empty pleasantries.

Thanks to his successful experience dealing with Cyrus VII, Ron commissioned Fiona to tamper with the letter.

However, Lilvis, the Speaker of the Federal Council, was more vigilant than he had imagined.

There is only one possibility that the magic circle was not triggered: either Verex underwent an extremely thorough body search before meeting the Speaker, or there was simply no reason to produce the letter under the circumstances.

As for Verex's current situation...
Ron speculated that he was probably imprisoned, but this was just speculation.

Thinking of this, Ron coughed lightly, secretly glancing at the somewhat uneasy Vivian, and carefully chose his tone before speaking:
"Didn't Verex say anything to you before he left?"

"For example, if this situation occurs, where should we go to conduct a rescue?"

Upon hearing this, Vivian's face paled, and she shook her head, saying:
"No, no, my brother never tells me these things."

As soon as she finished speaking, she paused for half a second, as if she had thought of something, and immediately changed her words:

"However, I know someone who might know what my brother's current situation is."

-

Wind Tower Prison is nestled deep within the towering mountains, just four hours from the capital of all nations.

This prison, known as impregnable and from which no one has ever escaped since its construction, welcomes a special guest today.

Verex stretched his chained hands and walked calmly at the front.

Just as he expected, the Speaker of the Federal Parliament ultimately couldn't do anything to him.

Because a federally recognized senator is not a goblin that anyone can step on on the street.

Even if Lilvis wields immense power, he must still abide by certain rules.

Good news: being charged with crimes and subjected to investigation will save Verex's life.

The bad news is that, in terms of appearance, he is considered a handsome young man even among vampires.

In the agonizing confinement of a prison cell, this is hardly a good thing.

"Hey, little girl, come and play!"

"Sha, sha"

"Oh, look at his fair and delicate skin, it's even whiter than white bread!"

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

Upon seeing the newcomer's race and appearance, the entire Wind Tower prison erupted in excitement.

Countless burly men with unshaven beards swung their arms, almost drooling all over the ground.

Why do I always seem to encounter these kinds of things?

Verex's face contorted, and he felt a tightness in a certain area.

I can already picture the brutal scenes of people carrying guns and clubs in prison.

boom--

Just then, the cell belonging to the senator was suddenly knocked on, and a very deep voice came from the outside.

"Newcomer, come out here!"

"You son of a bitch, get out here right now and let this old man taste your salted eggs!"

This kind of rich, resonant voice.
It's an orc!
Verex's breathing became slightly labored, and he clutched his small blanket tightly in his solitary confinement cell.

He didn't answer, fearing something else might go wrong.

However, the knocking hadn't lasted more than a few seconds.

The rough shouts outside the door suddenly turned into a shrill voice.

"Old Pi, I heard that the newcomer who came this time is not simple."

"I asked the warden, and guess what?"

At this point, her high-pitched voice unconsciously lowered.

"The person who came is a vampire of quite high status."

"Tsk tsk tsk, I've never seen anything like it in my life. I've heard that vampires' genitals are all sweet."

"Furthermore, it can extend lifespan and accelerate self-healing abilities."

This guy is a culinary disaster!
Inside the cell, Velex, clutching a small blanket, was sweating profusely. He recognized the owner of the shrill voice as a goblin.

But just then, the rough voice suddenly rose in volume:

"Nonsense, it's clearly salty, don't try to fool me!"

"It's sweet. I used to be a sous chef in the world of culinary disasters, how could I not know what it tastes like!"

The shrill voice retorted defiantly.

"Pah! I've eaten it before, it's salty, it's salty, it's salty!"

"It's sweet, sweet, sweet!"

At this moment, chaos erupted outside the Verex prison gates.

But he wasn't happy at all; he felt he had to do something to stop the prisoners from targeting him.

Clearing his throat, Vereks said calmly:

"Actually, it's bitter, both bitter and sour. My meat doesn't taste good at all."

As soon as he finished speaking, the arguing outside the door stopped abruptly.

It was as if he was pondering the flaws in Verex's words, but was afraid of the other party's authority and dared not easily refute him.

"How do you know it's bitter and astringent? Have you eaten it yourself?!"

The goblins were terrified.

"This, this is too outrageous!"

The orcs exclaimed in disbelief. "Who's the real freak here?!"
Verex's eyelids twitched, and he wished he could kick the door open and punch the orc and goblin outside.

Bang—bang—bang—

Just then, a series of extremely heavy footsteps came, and Verex turned his head and immediately realized the race of the person who made the footsteps.

It's most likely a troll.

"What are you doing? Why haven't you let the new friends out for so long?"

In a highly authoritative voice, the orc and goblin answered tremblingly:

"Boss, it's all his fault for insisting that vampires' 'sweet' or 'salty'!"

After his subordinates explained the situation, the troll finally understood the cause and effect, and seemed to have developed a strong interest in the vampire's two ounces of meat.

He was faintly excited, his breathing became heavy, and he sneered:

"As Chrissy once said, practice makes perfect."

"Can't you bring that guy out and let him taste the real thing?"

Is the saying "practice makes perfect" applicable here?
Verex was deathly pale, for his cells were no match for the raging power of a troll.

boom--

The thought had barely formed in his mind when a deafening crash resounded from the iron gate.

A somewhat blurry fist mark came into Verex's view.

This can't go on any longer; we need to find a way to save ourselves!
Verex couldn't even imagine what would happen if the trolls broke in.

As for the prison guards who maintained order.
This prison is not under the control of the vampire clan at all.

It's highly unlikely that you'll receive any unexpected help.

He was so anxious that his forehead was covered in sweat, and his eyes kept scanning the small cell.

The next moment, Verex's gaze suddenly stopped as he saw the treatment that only members of parliament and high-ranking officials received.

A roll of pure white, clean toilet paper.

The vampire senator took a deep breath, his face suddenly becoming incredibly calm.

In such a critical situation, perhaps only by offering oneself to the tiger can one guarantee personal safety.

Although it was very inelegant, Verex made up his mind when he thought about the consequences of letting the trolls in.

Ron, Vivian, you'd better hurry!

I can't hold on for long!
bang bang bang-

The violent pounding on the door continued, and the troll, seemingly oblivious to the pain, swung its fists again and again.

Just then, a crumpled ball of paper was thrown out of the small window of the deformed and twisted metal door.

The orcs, goblins, and trolls were stunned for a moment, but in the end, the goblin reacted the fastest, picking up the crumpled paper and smelling it.

It's neither sweet nor salty; it's hard to describe what kind of strange taste it has.

"Boss, that kid gave in!"

The goblin held the small paper ball in his palm and raised it high above his head, trying to ingratiate himself.

Having worked in the world of dark cuisine, he knew that vampires, as a high-end race, were treasures from head to toe.

There are even rumors that their flesh and certain important wonders can extend the lifespan of other races, granting them extremely long lifespans.

The troll sniffed, his expression serious.

Today, let him experience it for himself!

The troll grabbed the small piece of paper and immediately tossed it into its mouth, chewing it thoroughly.

After a while, a smile suddenly appeared on the troll's face, and he gave a thumbs up, saying:

“It tastes so good!”

-

"Vellex is imprisoned in the Wind Tower Prison; this is information from my elves."

"It seems that Lilvis is getting impatient and wants to start the war ahead of schedule."

Inside the apartment, the Elf Queen Serantis's mechanical face was devoid of any smile, instead appearing exceptionally serious.

Olivia was puzzled by this and asked, raising her chin:

"war?"

"Lord Serandis, if I may be so bold, Chrisel left no trace of any magical technology on the continent of Oran."

What reason does he have to start a war?

Upon hearing this, the Elf Queen simply shook her head and smiled gently.

"For most people, they can only confirm whether something is true or false by seeing it with their own eyes."

"Moreover, the war was not waged solely for the possible existence of the Chrisel Manuscript or any other creation."

"You should have felt the contradictions between the various races within the Federation by now. It's ridiculous, really. If it weren't for Speaker Lilvis keeping things in check, the Federation would probably have split into one small country after another long ago."

"Many people now realize that they desperately need an external adversary."

"Only when wealth continues to grow, land becomes more abundant, and more people fill the bottom tier can this contradiction be alleviated."

Upon hearing this, Ron finally understood.

So the Federation didn't send them here for friendly exchanges.

The sole purpose of sending the mission was to explore the area.

Moreover, whether Chrisel is from the continent of Oran or not has no bearing on whether or not a war is launched.

Thinking back on what Verex had told him, it seemed the other party had already hinted at it.
In the federal parliament, the vast majority of members support the war.

This seems a bit tricky.
What was originally a simple rescue mission suddenly felt like a burden to Ron after the Elf Queen's explanation.

Going to rescue Verex would inevitably lead to conflict with the local garrison.
Then Lilvis will be able to rally a large following and launch a war with a legitimate cause.

If they don't rescue him, Ron will lose one ally in the Federal Council.
Under the intense pressure from all races, even the non-warlike Elf Queen might not be able to hold out on her own.

This is just a slow death!
"Tch, what's there to be afraid of? If they dare to come, I can take care of them all by myself!"

Olivia snorted coldly, as assertive as ever.

Ron admitted that the president's words made sense, and he also believed that she was capable enough.

but
“Ms. Olivia, perhaps there is another way. Don’t be in such a hurry.”

If the main battlefield is in the Kingdom of Oran, encountering flowers and plants would be undesirable.
The blond boy silently added the second half of the sentence in his mind.

"Ron, where is your ruthlessness?"

"You little rascal, have you gone mad from religious faith?!"

Hearing Ron's words boost the morale of others while diminishing their own,
Olivia incredulously stretched out her finger and poked the golden retriever's head hard.

You usually kill and set fires like it's nothing, so why are you suddenly acting like a saint?

I didn't realize you were such a patriotic young woman, President.
Ron's lips twitched, and he explained in detail:
"President, if we want to solve the problem, we must address its root cause."

"How many troops can you take down by yourself, tens of thousands, millions?"

"This will only make the two sides, who originally had no hatred, become more hostile."

"The Radiant Federation has a population of 18.3 billion. Do you really want to wipe them all out?"

Seeing that Ron dared to talk back, Olivia originally wanted to nod her head proudly.

However, she couldn't help but be stunned when she heard the figure of 18.3 billion.

"Then what do you suggest we do? Are we just supposed to stand by and watch?"

Hearing this, Ron stroked his chin and said:
"Catch the thief first and capture the king first."

“That is indeed a good idea,” the Elf Queen chimed in.

However, she was not optimistic about Ron taking action in this regard.

Because Ron's side had far too few people, let alone the ability to fight against that magical artifact capable of unleashing natural disasters.

So, we really have to find another way?
Or should we give up Verex?
Serandis pondered silently.

(End of this chapter)