I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 82: The Tavern and the Virgin

Being Olivia's confidant has many advantages.

Apart from being able to enjoy the trash-looking gaze of the beautiful older sister at any time, the rest is the thrilling humiliation and abuse from the strong female boss.

Some people may ask, isn’t it like begging on your knees to earn such a meager salary every month and still be abused by your boss?
Ron was very disdainful of this.

Even so, there are so many people in the royal capital who want to kneel but have no way to do so!
It didn't take Ron long to be taught a lesson by his powerful boss, simply because he was like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

After all, the money has been spent, so we can't ask this poor guy for compensation, right?

Moreover, Olivia didn't dare to fire such a rogue guy. If he sneaked into the cult's base like last time, she would be really finished.

After much deliberation, the president could only fine Ron one month's salary and classified the letter in his hand as a "Level 3 accident" in his investigation.

In order to make Ron get back to work, out of sight, out of mind.

"That woman is so cruel, she actually docked a month's salary from me!"

This is the most vicious heart of a woman.

The "Holy Light Meditation Method" almost drained Ron's entire fortune. The high price of 1466 gold lions caused his financial situation to return to deficit.

Excluding the expenses of food, clothing, housing, transportation, and business in the past few days, he now has 12 gold lions, 6 silver eagles, and 32 bronze deer left in his hands.

It may seem like a lot at first glance, but this amount of money is needed to cover his living expenses for two months.

I have to find a way to make money, otherwise I can only use the backup hidden energy and eat hard bread every day...

Ron reluctantly paid a silver eagle for the carriage fare, holding his still sore buttocks, and arrived at the target location of the investigation mission.

The Old Oak Tavern.

crunch--

He gently pushed open the old door of the tavern, making it groan with a sound that made one's teeth ache.

A smell of alcohol and stuffiness hit Ron in the face. He looked inside and was surprised to find that the place was still open, but there seemed to be fewer customers at this time.

Amber made an appointment with him in the letter to meet at table eight on the second floor of the pub at eight o'clock in the evening.

But due to the president's authority, Ron felt that he had to show a serious work attitude and conduct an investigation in advance.

Just a glance and he immediately noticed something was wrong.

The coup speech concerned the rebellion in Wintershire, and those Templar Knights loyal to the royal family should have surrounded the tavern immediately.

But now I haven’t encountered any.

"They were so quick when hunting down the witch, but why are they so slow when it comes to serious matters? Perhaps the rebellion has kept them busy, or perhaps the internal strife within the royal family is so intense that they have no time to care."

"But I'm still curious why they say there were no living people in Wintershire six years ago. That's simply impossible."

With a thousand thoughts in his mind, Ron tightened his robe and the thin straight sword at his waist, then walked to the bar and tried to chat with the owner.

Glancing at the badge on the blond boy's chest, the forty-something boss with a face full of flesh showed an extremely warm welcome.

"Look, there's a sheriff in the tavern."

"Hey kid, are you an adult? This is not the place for you. Go back to your leader's arms and drink his milk!"

I want to drink your sister’s milk too!

"Is this how you treat your guests in your tavern?" Ron was a little confused. He looked at the tavern owner, who was unusually fat and tall, with dark blue eyes and hair, and said:
"Are you from Wintershire?"

"Bah, I refuse to answer your questions, you lackey of the Kingdom Army, get out of my tavern right now!"

The bartender shook his chubby body, and the big and small nipples trembled in the dim light, glistening with greasy luster, which made Ron's eyes twitch unconsciously. Seeing that the boy in front of him was unmoved, the bartender smiled grimly, leaped up, grabbed his nipples and was about to stuff them into Ron's mouth.

!! ?
Seeing this, Ron was so scared that his face turned pale and he waved his hands and backed away.

Before coming, he had anticipated various situations, perhaps being stopped or driven away.

But the perversion of the people in the royal capital still far exceeded his expectations.

As his thoughts turned, the young man quickly raised his hands and shouted:
"I've abandoned the dark side and joined you!"

The tavern owner's behavior made Ron realize that the people here had spontaneously formed a small group.

But the question is, what kind of person can unite the people here so quickly with just one speech.

Could it be that in another world, there are also failed art students?
"Oh, join us?"

The tavern owner put down his gun, and although he was still on guard, his tone was much softer.

He glanced at Ron's profile, which was more handsome than most women's, and sneered:

"Have you ever killed anyone?"

kill?
Joining your gang actually means killing people?
Hearing these cold and inhuman words, Ron felt a chill in his heart.

At this moment, he felt that the world was terrible, with the law of the jungle everywhere and the justice and fairness of an orderly society completely lost.

However, before he could finish his thought, he saw the tavern owner make a gesture of approval and added again:
"The kind that kills hundreds of millions of people in one night?"

This cold and ruthless implication obviously chilled the boy more than murder itself.

"."

Ron was silent for a long while before he took a deep breath and said, "I'm a virgin."

Virgin?

The tavern owner was stunned, and then he was overjoyed.

"Very good, from now on, you are one of us!"

What? What does this have to do with anything?
The blond boy's face was slightly ferocious, and he couldn't understand what the tavern owner relied on to determine that he could be completely trusted.

Seeing Ron frozen in place for a long time without saying a word, the boss seemed to see through his thoughts and said with an experienced look:

"In this materialistic society, most people are manipulated by money, lust, and power."

"Men want women, women want men, and somewhere in between comes the dirty, dark stuff."

"Only a virgin who has self-control and a pure and beautiful hope for love, power, and money can resist this darkness."

"They are not tempted by beauty or power, and they perfectly control their own desires. They are a group of truly righteous people!"

"Don't underestimate yourself, you bastard. Don't underestimate the strong will of a virgin!"

"For example, I've been single for over forty years, which is much better than those crappy officials in the kingdom."

Ron felt that the tavern owner was right.

But there was one thing he remained skeptical about.

I am a virgin because I am full of fantasies about my future wife, and I have no such plans in the short term. And your virginity, could it have nothing to do with your moral character, and is it simply because no one is interested in you?
Looking at the tavern owner's flushed face, Ron wisely swallowed his words.

(End of this chapter)