I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 95 Before the Fall of the Former President
Olivia was still a little confused when she saw Ron pull a candle out of his pocket.

But when the president saw that the candle was white, he broke out in a cold sweat.

She admitted that she had underestimated this cheap guy.

"No, no, no"

There is a reason why the two generals under his command often hang out together.

It had only been a short while, but Ron had already become so skilled at taking out the candle.

Light it, throw it out, close the door, the whole process was smooth and fluid, leaving Olivia no time to react.

Damn it, I'm going to need this hat and wand in the future!

The black-haired woman's thoughts flashed through her mind, and she took two steps back quickly as if by reflex, hiding behind Ron.

"Bastard wand, I was first!"

"Stupid hat, it was obviously me first!"

“Stop farting! #”×2
The quarrel in the "double room" suddenly stopped, and the bottom layer of the underground seal suddenly fell into an unprecedented silence.

Ron's face was serious and his eyes were full of seriousness.

He didn't care at all about Mad Hatter and Dr. Trickery saying he was a virgin.
The boy was just being kind and wanted to discipline these two guys who were disturbing the neighbors and had no sense of public morality.

At this moment, Ron vaguely sensed the vague gaze again.

However, this time the gaze was less prying and more sincere, as if he was looking at a hero who was saving the world from suffering.

Ah, what a solemn gaze it was, it contained gratitude, hidden worship, and an admiration that was so moving that it could not be surpassed.

There is no need to look back, and there is no need to look back.

Ron knew that Squint's eyes were filled with tears.

He smiled, feeling warm in his heart, and gave the man a solid and reliable back, while raising his left arm and giving a thumbs up.

Be strong!
The next moment, his gaze became even more intense.

Punishing the bad guys and comforting the oppressed is the upright way of holy light!
“Shit, it’s shit!”×2
"Bad guy Shengguang! You bastard!" x2
"Take this blasphemous candle away, take it away!" ×2
Suddenly, two screams were heard from the double room. These two "cursed objects" that had been quarreling for countless years had never been so united in their hatred for a common enemy.

It is impossible to verify their identities and the year of their existence, but they were worshipped during the golden age of mankind.

But now, a dog actually shit on their heads! ?

Mad Hatter and Dr. Trickery banged frantically on the door blocked by rune chains, not daring to say a single word for fear of being contaminated by the air polluted by the profane candle.

Seeing this, Ron showed no expression on his face and took out a candle from his pocket.

"If you don't want to be smoked by candles day and night, I advise you to be honest, otherwise..."

Inculcated day and night! ?
We are all down-and-out colleagues, why are you such a loser?
"Bad guy Shengguang, you human lackey, I will never submit to you!"

"Mad Hatter" used a grand and majestic voice to take the lead in expressing the spirit of refusing to surrender even in death.

"Yes, the fool hat will not give in. I have given in, and you just let Him be influenced by it."

"Dr. Trickery" used a despicable voice to express what it meant to rather die than let my friend die.

"Bastard Wand! You!"

Mad Hatter's voice trembled, and he obviously didn't expect Dr. Trickery to be so low-key.

Without a second thought, He immediately shouted through the door:

"Whatever you want to ask, I know everything. I swear on myself that I will never tell a lie."

"After you answer, you must promise me that the bastard wand will be nurtured day and night!"

"Mad Hatter, you bastard"

Dr. Trickery was furious, and even through the door Ron could imagine the sight of a wand jumping up and down.

Seeing that a new round of quarrel was about to begin, Olivia looked at Ron with mixed feelings.

She couldn't imagine that the bastard had already left her far behind with just a slight move.

The president began to reflect on himself. Was his previous method of using provocative words to guide the conversation too conservative and not in line with this era?

Taking a deep breath, she pressed her palm against the heavy door and said:
"Answer my questions, and I promise to leave with the 'Badass Holy Light' when this is over."

Without waiting for the Mad Hatter's confirmation, Olivia pondered for a few seconds before asking:

"Was Winter County massacred six years ago?"

This is the issue that concerns her most, and also the most confusing of all the doubts.

Because both yes and no have corresponding evidence, and seeing is not necessarily believing.
There was silence in the double room for a few seconds, and then the majestic voice of "Mr. Mad Hatter" was heard:

"No."

Olivia had just breathed a sigh of relief when the sound of a wand tapping suddenly came from inside the door.

"He lied, Dunce Cap lied, He lied to you!"

"Shut up, you bastard wand. I just haven't finished what I'm saying. Is telling part of the truth also considered a lie?"

After another round of repetitive quarrel, the loud voice of "Mr. Mad Hatter" was heard faintly.

"At least, not in your current history."

What is our current history?
Ron was stunned by this sentence. In his mind, yes is yes, no is no.

How can yes and no exist at the same time? "Our current history? You mean the massacre that Wintershire suffered in the past?"

"Correct."

Mad Hatter gave his approval.

After receiving this answer, Ron and Olivia looked at each other in bewilderment.

Based on the most basic logical judgment, the black-haired woman then asked in a deep voice:
"Since the winter of the past was massacred, why does the winter of the present still exist?"

"Tsk~ It's simple. Everyone's cognition has been blocked. They all believe that Winter County exists, so Winter County has a reasonable existence."

"And when the first person questions it, that rationality will reveal its flaws, just like you are now. No longer blocked by the bar in your eyes, you can easily spot the problem."

"So, that 'cognitive pollution' contaminated you, but it also broke through the filter that deceived you, so you were able to detect the abnormality in the name of the Grand Duke of Winter."

"Mad Hatter" explained in great detail, his tone full of superiority.

Ron suspected that He was pretending, but there was no evidence at all.

Olivia was stunned by this answer, and her face lost color. Her hand pressing on the door trembled slightly.

"President, are you okay?"

Ron stepped forward and asked with concern.

He noticed last time that Olivia always seemed to be hurt when she interacted with "Mad Hatter" through information.

And this time, it seems to be more serious.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." The black-haired woman gritted her teeth, pressed her palms against the door and asked in a trembling voice:

"Why would the cognitive pollution named 'Haden' call the Blue Witch the Grand Duke of Winter?"

This is the second important question, and the key to connecting Wintershire with the enemy who killed her teacher.

"Because the witch has been traveling in winter."

What kind of answer is this?
Ron curled his lips at such an irresponsible answer and asked disdainfully, "That's it?"

What do you mean that's it?
Mad Hatter felt that his dignity was challenged by the dog, so he shouted:

"She explored the 'deep' behind the walls, trying to find the past, but unexpectedly discovered the real winter."

So that’s it.
Olivia opened her mouth, but why did the witch want to look for the past?

Frankly speaking, she had very complicated thoughts about the witch. On the one hand, she wanted to tear her apart for revenge, but on the other hand, she was puzzled by her actions.

Every time she sees me, she runs away, as if she is deliberately provoking me, but what is her purpose?
Is it just to tell me the current situation of winter in a subtle way?
But, even if he is an enemy, why can't you just say it directly?
The black-haired woman's eyes flickered, and she forced herself to stand up and asked with a grin:
"How did my teacher die?"

She had asked this question a long time ago, but she got only one answer.

"Your life isn't enough to sustain this question."

The truth was so close, yet she was trapped for six years.

Damn it! Damn it!
Olivia was anxious because at this moment she always felt that something was connected in her mind, but it was covered by fog.

She was a little disappointed, staring at the door and biting her lips unwillingly.

But at this moment, Olivia suddenly heard Ron beside her ask a question.

"What did the previous president do on the eve of his death?"

The black-haired woman was stunned for a moment, and when she saw Ron imitate her and put his hand on the metal door, her heart couldn't help but warm.

She had never asked this question because she was inseparable from her teacher and she knew exactly what the teacher had done.

"Ron, the Mad Hatter's answer is always at the cost of a lifespan."

She wanted to grab the kind boy's hand back, but saw him shaking his head at her.

"It's okay, President. You're a good person. Isn't it my duty to help you?"

Is this something that should be done? If you're not careful, you could die!
Olivia was stunned, and although she felt warm in her heart for some reason, she decided to take Ron away and ask him on her own.

At this time, Mr. Mad Hatter suddenly said:
"I'll answer this question for free. I just want this bastard to stop coming down!"

"That's right, we don't want to see this bastard in our lifetime!"

"Dr. Trickery" echoed.

The light of the underground crystal dimmed, and a statement like a narration was heard.

"Your teacher is also investigating the phenomenon of 'cognitive blocking'."

"Isabella, having touched upon the 'demigod', accidentally discovered that the history of the Orlan Kingdom had been altered several times."

"At the moment of touching 'God', half of her consciousness broke free from the constraints of time and saw the correct memory track.
She recalls that when she was a child, there was no such thing as the Kingdom Financial Union Savings Bank.

"Isabella attempted to unite with the Vatican to conduct a thorough investigation, but for some reason, the Vatican's betrayal left her severely wounded."

"Compared with an enemy who can rewrite history at will, any struggle is futile."

"During this time, she foresaw a future in which her only daughter would die tragically multiple times, and understood that this was a warning from someone behind the scenes."

"So, under severe injuries and duress, Isabella chose to die, giving her demigod status and power to her daughter in the hope that she could protect herself."

"She was a good mother, but not a good teacher."

(End of this chapter)