Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 113 Large-scale Social Gathering

Charles, ambitious and emboldened, sat in the Attorney General's seat and openly discussed the arrest plan.

Many of the prosecutors in the audience looked displeased, but due to Charles's role as the matchmaker, they refrained from saying much.

After some discussion, most of those present agreed that it was not advisable to confront Blue Rose directly. The best course of action was to find an opportunity when Aglaia was alone, swiftly capture her, then move to a concealed location to seize the initiative, and finally conduct negotiations based on the relative strengths of both sides.

The arrest took place directly inside the academy.

On Monday, Aglaia openly took people away during class.

This move has two major advantages.

First, to demonstrate the authority of the prosecutor's office to the students. Second, to catch the Blue Rose family off guard.

A powerful guardian cannot stay by the side of a woman who is merely a pretty face forever.

School hours are considered a safe period, making it easier to let down one's guard.

All that's needed is to issue an official document requiring Violet Academy's cooperation. As fellow government agencies, they have no reason to obstruct it.

To obtain the greatest benefit with the least cost and risk...

"Let's all leave work early! Tell everyone to go home and rest early today."

Attorney General Donaldson drove his entourage away, a barely perceptible sneer playing on his face.

The huge building quickly fell silent.

As dusk faded, night enveloped the sky.

After the meeting, the prosecutors chatted and laughed as they headed to the parking lot to attend a dinner hosted by the Dahlgren family.

Of course, there are also exciting after-dinner activities to look forward to.

Many people still remember the last time the Belland family sent an arts troupe to offer their condolences.

I wonder what new tricks they'll come up with this time...

Evening news.

The human trafficking case involving a decadent aristocracy was featured on CCTV's Focus Interview program.

Among the eleven female victims were female adventurers from the well-known Sakura Snow Mercenary Group.

What should have been an incredibly sensational piece of news unfortunately had a reaction that was roughly equivalent to a small pebble thrown into a lake, due to the lack of widespread availability of live streaming.

The real storm will be brewing, as you'll have to wait for the Kingdom Weekly.

Aglaia ate another meal of Swift Rabbit for dinner and wanted to train with Ovisga, but found that she had suddenly disappeared...

The evening wind was chilly, and two days later, some snow remained on the roof that had not yet melted.

Two carriages stopped in front of the Florence Nursery School.

The steward of the Belland family jumped out of the car and went to talk to the elderly nun waiting behind the door, who nodded repeatedly.

"Rest assured, all personnel are ready..."

"Everyone must be thoroughly cleaned, and there must be no odor on your body."

"yes…"

The orphanages across the country select the most beautiful girls to serve the important figures in the capital, thereby securing funding for continued operation.

Sacrificing a small number of people to save more orphans is the mission and purpose of the Florence Sisters. It's not about right or wrong, it's simply a choice.

Inside the brightly lit room, slender girls, assisted by elderly nuns, changed into glamorous gowns, looking absolutely stunning. They adorned themselves with various expensive jewelry and sexy high heels. While they lacked the confidence and arrogance of aristocratic heiresses, their appearance was certainly no less impressive.

Elaine stared blankly at the mirror. Her gorgeous clothes accentuated her beautiful and ethereal face. She never imagined that she would be so beautiful one day.

Like a lotus growing in mud, it possesses a melancholic and noble quality, which evokes either a protective instinct or a destructive impulse in people.

Her slender arms resembled branches swaying in the wind, seemingly ready to break at any moment. Her fair skin, deprived of sunlight year-round, revealed faint blue veins and blood vessels.

"Don't stand there, Elaine!"

Sister Margatha, standing behind the girl, used a comb to straighten the girl's malnourished black hair.

Too dry and not smooth enough, big shots certainly won't like it. They'll just apply some life-saving essence to moisturize it and then apply some expensive conditioner.

Soon, the dry hair became as smooth as silk. A light spritz of perfume was applied.

Although it is an unripe fruit, it is undeniably quite charming.

Margatha nodded in secret satisfaction. If the guests were satisfied, they would often add a substantial tip. For the convent, which was always short of funds, this was something to look forward to, as it could mean the salvation of more orphans.

How sacred and great it is to dedicate oneself to a lofty ideal.

She was the same way back then…

"Time's up! Come out now and get ready to get in the car!" The steward of the Belland family urged sternly from outside the door.

Thirty girls lined up and boarded two large horse-drawn carriages one after another.

There weren't enough people, but the Belerand family wasn't the only source for the Sisters of the Flowers. For example, the arts troupe from last time, or various clubs would provide a considerable number of people.

"A rare large-scale social gathering of over 100 people."

The short, stout steward lit the cigar he was holding and shook the reins with a sigh.

One can only imagine how chaotic and noisy tonight will be...

The devil laughs wildly, while the weak wail hysterically…

The Royal Capital, Night Whisper Hotel. A key property of the Dahlgren family, managed by Charles's father, Rodney.

In the magnificent hall, guests clinked glasses and chatted.

Tables laden with delicious dishes, various rare ingredients, and fine wines, indulging in the most extravagant of all.

The participants included not only high-ranking officials from the procuratorate, but also officials from the court, urban security forces, news agencies, and other departments, totaling more than a hundred people.

"Why hasn't Lesser come out of the Night's Watch yet?" Rodney raised his glass and asked the brown-haired middle-aged nobleman beside him.

"My cowardly son is afraid of the undead taking his life and is waiting for the Night's Watch to help remove the mental mark," said Beant, the current Viscount of the Belland family, with a chuckle.

"I knew they wouldn't dare refuse to release him!" Rodney chuckled dismissively. "Buddy, I'll cover the banquet and venue. Don't disappoint the guests with the after-dinner entertainment."

"Don't worry! I know what's important..." Beant chuckled.

As a result of this incident, most of the Belerand family's businesses were seized by the Night's Watch, and they must resume operations as soon as possible; every day of delay would result in huge losses.

Ideally, the process should be completed within one week, and it should never be delayed for more than two weeks.

Thinking about the losses suffered by Jinlong, Beiante felt a pang of heartache; the total amount might exceed ten thousand! How long would it take to make up for it?

Two large horse-drawn carriages were traveling on a bumpy road, and all the girls on board kept their heads down and remained silent.

Some people were silently shedding tears, some were clutching their knees tightly, and many more were numb with emotion.

The older nuns would often give them moral lessons, telling them that sacrifice is a sacred thing, not for indulging one's own desires, but for saving more lives.

Their behavior is distinctly different from that of women who act solely for their own desires and interests.

"Is that really so?" Elaine asked herself, a hint of struggle flashing in her lifeless eyes.

Will fate offer her another choice?

(End of this chapter)