Fairy Tail: You said you were just acting, are you serious

"Watch me!"

Ron gave a soft shout and began to repeatedly pound Weiss's left shoulder with both hands. The stiff shoulder gradually relaxed under Ron's pounding, and the other tense muscles nearby also gradually loosened.

"Wow, this feels so good~"

After being pounded by Ron, Weiss, who was lying flat on the sofa, gradually changed from a tense expression to one of enjoyment due to the pleasant soreness.

Weiss couldn't help but let out a strange, pleasurable groan, letting Ron continue massaging his shoulders.

"Uncle Weiss, you're just overworking yourself. You've done so much for the troupe, haven't you?"

Ron continued pressing on Weiss's shoulder while comforting Weiss in a caring tone.

At this moment, Weiss didn't even bother to open his eyes. Hearing Ron's warm greeting, he casually replied:

"It's nothing, it's just what I should do."

Ron: "Really? What are you responsible for now?"

When people are in a comfortable state, they gradually let down their guard and begin to speak their minds.

"It's nothing. I just did whatever the commander told me to do. But I'm still not as good as your father, am I?"

"How could that be? You're so experienced, these things won't be difficult for you."

Ron treated it as casual conversation and waited for Weiss's response.

"Sigh, you just don't understand."

Weiss just wanted to vent his frustrations.

"Recently, the group members have started to ostracize me. My authority is no longer enough to command respect; I can't compare to the group leader."

Ron, having grasped the key point, pressed on:

"Have you offended them recently? Why would they do this?"

Weiss sighed again and said:

"It's because they said there were some good deals and invited me to participate."

After I refused, their attitude changed a lot recently.

Ron kept working, but his brows furrowed.

"Could it be that people from the law firm contacted the group members?"

After listening to Weiss's words, Ron began to gradually understand the whole situation.

The situation seems to be that the two carefree couple notified the law firm in advance to handle my inheritance matters. Did they have ulterior motives because they thought I was just a 10-year-old child?

I suspect that, apart from Uncle Weiss, the other members of the theater troupe were also involved in this matter. Perhaps they were paid by the law firm to cooperate in creating false debts, so that I would sign the asset liquidation list without my knowledge, thereby swallowing up all the property.

Do those idiotic couple even know the principle of not flaunting wealth? It's precisely because of this that others have an opportunity to take advantage of them.

"Young master, take it easy! It hurts!"

Ron snapped out of his daze and realized that his emotional outburst had affected his strength, causing him to press a large bruise onto Weiss's shoulder.

"Feel sorry."

Just then, there were several knocks on the study door. Weiss was about to get up and open the door when Ron stopped him.

"I'll do it, Uncle Weiss."

Ron opened the door, and outside stood the two male band members who had just performed on stage.

"Little commander, it's been a long time."

"We have a rehearsal later, do you want to come and watch?"

The two men's eyes lit up when they saw Ron, who had come to open the door, and they kept rubbing their hands together as they spoke.

I wonder if we can get more compensation if we just take the junior leader to the law firm?

"OK."

Ron wore an innocent smile, as if their greedy expressions didn't register with him.

"But first, you guys play a new game with me."

"What new game?"

The two paused for a moment, exchanged a glance, and one of them asked urgently.

Ron didn't answer at first, but skipped back to rummage through his briefcase.

"I've just learned a new hypnosis technique. Would you like to take a look?"

He took out an ordinary coin with a string attached from his briefcase.

"Sure, no problem."

The two men chuckled sinisterly.

Judging from this, it shouldn't be a problem to lure the leader away with a lollipop, so let's play with this little leader a little longer.

This kid is so easy to fool, he really has no wariness at all.

"Just keep your eyes on this coin and don't blink."

He held the end of the rope, letting the silver coin sway gently in mid-air.

Both of them tilted their necks slightly forward, their eyes fixed on the coin swaying from side to side.

"I'll count to three, and while you're looking at this..."

Ron's other hand was already clenched into a fist, and his gaze was fixed on what was directly in front of him.

"Hypnotic Fist!"

Click~

Taking advantage of his height, he quickly threw a punch, accurately hitting both of them in the groin.

The two men, whose lower bodies had been impacted, felt the most intense pain a man could experience. Their legs went weak, and they knelt down one after the other.

"Hypnotic Uppercut!"

boom!boom!

Ron quickly delivered two uppercuts to their chins while they were under hard restraint.

After being struck in the chin, both of them suffered concussions, their eyes rolled back, and they collapsed, completely losing consciousness.

Ron wiped his fist clean, then put it to his lips and gently blew away the dust.

"If a mage came, I might not be able to fight back. You two think you can capture me? Dream on."

Those who join the drama troupe at this time to make a living are all those who choose to come because they lack the necessary skills.

If he were really that strong, he would have quit his job and joined a mage guild long ago.

Weiss, sitting on the sofa, was stunned and didn't know what was going on for a moment.

Is young master Ron really that strong?

Wait, why did he hit one of our drama troupe members?!

"Young Master Ron, what's going on?"

"Oh, them? I was just guessing that someone was planning to collude with outsiders."

Unexpectedly, the two of them came up with ill intentions and personally confirmed this fact.

"ha?"

Weiss was completely confused. What was going on?

Ron didn't explain further; he looked at the current role level on the system.

[Current role-playing level: 46%]

Ron was delighted. He hadn't expected that his actions just now would bring his performance to around 50%. Was it really that effective?

If he maintained this level of performance until the settlement two days later, he could choose the first two abilities. However, the effects of the "Know-it-all" and "Master of Conversation" exceeded his expectations and were particularly useful.

This also suggests that the skill that can only be acquired when the role-playing level reaches 100% must be more effective than these abilities.

"Uncle Weiss, the situation is urgent. Tie them all up first, and don't let them go back and report to us."

"Oh, I'm coming right now."

Uncle Weiss still didn't understand what had happened, but out of trust, he helped Ron pick up the rope.

"Young Master, what should we do now?"

"Since they don't know I know these things yet, we should strike first."

The two men quickly and efficiently tied up the two traitors.

Weiss swallowed hard, pointed to himself, and said:

"Just the two of us?"

"Of course not, we need to rely on foreign aid."

Ron rolled his eyes at him. Weiss was still too honest. No wonder those two idiots trusted him so much.

Ron quickly gave the order:

"Go out and call a carriage first. Tell the driver your destination after I get in the carriage."

"Okay, no problem."

Although Weiss hadn't quite grasped the situation, he decided to listen to Young Master Ron for now; he wouldn't harm him.

"By the way, Uncle Weiss..."

Just as Weiss was about to run to call a car, Ron suddenly called him back.

"Does the drama troupe still have orange wigs?"

This question left Weiss, who had barely managed to sort out the current situation, completely bewildered.

Young Master Ron, what do you care about wigs at a time like this?

I simply can't keep up with your train of thought!