Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 111 Voting

Liadrin had a wonderful afternoon nap. When she woke up, it was already dusk. She picked up the textbook that was on her bedside table. It was a thick book covered in dark brown leather and titled "Analysis of Transfiguration".

Changing hair color is indeed a fairly basic skill. However, for beginners, there are still certain risks and difficulties involved.

"Should I choose real transfiguration or illusion-based transfiguration?"

Liadlin decided to take a permanent solution. If she could increase the melanin in her hair, the color would naturally change.

She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at herself in a daze, and took a deep breath. At a speed visible to the naked eye, her golden hair turned jet black.

In a daze, it was as if he had completely changed into a different person...

"I should get to know everyone again," Liadlin thought.

First floor living room.

As dinner time approached, everyone gathered together.

Liadrin moved with poise and found a seat on the sofa.

Her new look attracted attention from those around her, but everyone politely refrained from saying anything.

The stylist from Elantishi is highly skilled; the new hairstyle didn't detract from Liadlin's beauty. If her beauty was previously dignified and elegant, now it possesses an added touch of mystery and sophistication.

Taiya felt she was deceiving herself; with Liadrin's stunning beauty, no one would fail to recognize her even with a different hairstyle.

"Where did Xiao An run off to again?"

"Young Master has gone out on business and won't be back for dinner tonight." When Mussofi returned, he saw the note left on the dining table.

I specifically instructed that Aglaia should not be allowed to return today.

Wangdu, Procuratorate.

The magnificent, dark gray building stands in the center of the empty square, surrounded by only a few patches of greenery.

There is nowhere to hide for anyone who walks close by.

As an official institution, it was never open to the public, and patrolling guards constantly drove away unrelated civilians. Anyone who entered the square without permission would be subject to strict questioning.

Perhaps because it was the weekend, most of the staff were on break, and there were few pedestrians walking around in the square.

Tai'an stands high in the sky, its gaze coldly looking down at the ground, its mind simulating the scene of a full-force blow hitting the earth, causing buildings to collapse instantly.

It's not wishful thinking, it's a reality. He can make the decision anytime he wants.

He suppressed the urge to vent his anger.

The main reasons are twofold: firstly, the consequences of such actions will inevitably draw the ire of all forces in the capital; secondly, it may harm innocent people…

He closed his eyes and pondered his second plan, executing a surgical-like, precise killing.

However, the biggest problem is the lack of intelligence. They don't even know who is behind the scenes; they are completely in the dark.

"You think that means I can't do anything about it?" Tai'an sneered.

Putting aside the grievances surrounding the Aglaia incident, let's approach it from a broader perspective.

Upholding justice, hunting shadows…

He feels no guilt whatsoever in hunting down corrupt officials and scoundrels. It serves as a deterrent, killing two birds with one stone.

The figure that had been standing high in the sky suddenly descended to the steps leading to the hall, its transparent outline appearing and disappearing in the distance.

The Dust of Mirroring, the Eye of Truth, and the Perception Barrier all failed to detect his presence. In his perfect immortal form, he sealed off all vital energy, merging seamlessly with all things in nature.

"I rarely have time to meddle in other people's business; I usually only act on impulse when something happens by chance. This is probably the first time I've actively sought out trouble!"

Tai'an muttered to himself as he walked along the red carpet in the center of the hall, his hands behind his back, brushing past a young girl dressed as a maid who was walking towards him.

Youthful, beautiful faces, at least an 80 out of 100 in terms of attractiveness, yet they work as cleaning ladies. The corridors are lined with various art sculptures and paintings, resembling an exhibition hall more than an official government building. It's purely a display to satisfy the vanity of those in power; the corrupt bureaucratic atmosphere is nauseating.

Tai'an's eyes turned cold: "Since you're courting death, I won't hold back. Let's start with the leadership. Whether or not to swat the little bugs depends on my mood."

Second floor, conference room.

An impromptu meeting was held over the weekend, bringing together most of the senior officials of the procuratorate.

The topic of discussion is the massacre of nobles by followers of the Blue Rose noble family. The evidence is largely conclusive based on the consistent testimonies of the victims.

"I suggest that an arrest warrant be issued immediately. Murder, especially the murder of a nobleman, is an unforgivable crime," suggested the gaunt prosecutor who favored the Belland family.

"Are you out of your mind, or have you taken bribes? Arresting followers of high-ranking nobles—they are above the law—do you think you can arrest them as easily as arresting commoners?" Another overweight prosecutor with a mustache shook his head.

"Blue Rose itself lacks a foothold in the capital, so I think there's no need to worry about it." The young prosecutor, dressed in a black suit, tapped the table lightly.

"Wrong! It is precisely because of the lack of a foundation that it is even more troublesome. They can overturn the table at will without any scruples. The Blue Rose is a noble family in the North with a strong military! There are many powerful people among them. They are not the fat sheep you imagine to be slaughtered at will." The white-haired Attorney General spoke in a low, hoarse voice.

Neither side approached the discussion from a perspective of justice, but rather from a perspective of self-interest; their decision to act or not was primarily based on considerations of risk.

It must be admitted that the Blue Rose family's strength is enough to arouse the apprehension of the high-ranking officials present.

The border earls, who are striving to become marquises, do not focus on the economy; they rely solely on their absolute military strength.

It is likely that most marquis families would find it difficult to suppress the Blue Rose; only the four dukes have a sure chance of victory militarily.

"You are too conservative. Punishing the great nobles is a necessary step to uphold the dignity of the law, and now is an excellent opportunity." The young prosecutor stood up and looked around at the faces present: "I suggest we hold a vote."

"I second that!"

"I second that!"

Amidst the rising and falling sounds, no one noticed a cold, soft snort.

"Those who agree to the immediate arrest, please raise your hands!"

The young prosecutor, Charles, is from a collateral branch of the Marquess of Dahlgren family and is usually quite close to Lesser.

Of the forty-six chief prosecutors present, more than thirty raised their hands in succession.

The Belland family promised that any assistance they provided would be rewarded.

"Very well! Since you've made your decision, I have no reason to interfere. However, I must emphasize one point at the end: the consequences of your actions are none of our business as neutral parties." The white-haired Attorney General's face showed a hint of anger.

"Lord Donaldson, you can't stand aside. We are in a relationship where we share both prosperity and adversity," Charles said with a charming smile.

"Young man, you love causing trouble. Did you think Dahlgren would back you up?" Donaldson said meaningfully, then stood up and led his men away.

"He's getting old!" Charles shrugged and walked toward the Attorney General's seat.

(End of this chapter)