I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 12: Be Strong (Please Read)

"Little guy, you smell so good~"

"I remember wizards need wands to cast spells, right? Where's your wand, little one? Is it in your trouser pocket?"

"Come, come closer, let me take a good look."

In a luxurious carriage with a wine cabinet and soft cushions, Ron quietly moved his position to the window.

This woman had indeed known Olivia for many years. Even though it was their first meeting, one wanted to check his py and the other wanted to see his wand.

Phew, what a shame!
Elena's eyes were as charming as silk, and her fingers gently stroked the boy's jaw, and finally stopped at his chest.

She suddenly moved forward, and a faint fragrance came over her, blowing softly and warmly onto Ron's body.

Ron was quite helpless about this and felt that he couldn't go on like this.

He pulled back the mage's robe that the Baroness was sitting on and said seriously:

"Ms. Elena, I think personal hygiene is very important."

?

Elena was stunned. She didn't expect the boy in front of her would say this.

Before she could react, Ron suddenly grabbed her fingers and looked at the manicure carefully designed by the servant with a serious face as if he were facing a great enemy.

"Such long manicures must be very inconvenient, right?"

"Well, this is the price of beauty. I believe most women would choose this."

The Baroness hesitated to speak, but before she could finish her words, Ron frowned and asked:

"Even if the paper leaks when you wipe your butt?"

How do you know me?
No, what are you talking about! ?
I'm doing something dirty with you, and you're discussing with me whether it's possible to scratch through the paper?

The woman with charming eyes twitched her eyes, and immediately covered her mouth with her hands and chuckled, trying to change the embarrassing topic.

However, just as she put her finger to her lips, she remembered Ron's words and put her hand down again with a constipated look on her face.

She kind of regretted letting Ron come along.

The blond boy was very pleased to see this and felt that he had done another good thing.

It not only benefits others, but also makes things convenient for yourself.

Because what he hates most is people touching him without washing their hands.

Inside the spacious carriage, the ambiguous atmosphere disappeared, and became light and cheerful.

From Elena's story, Ron learned that the cuckolded Baron Marcus was a complete workaholic.

Although he is only 76 years old, he still insists on getting up early every day and maintaining a high-intensity working state.

In the words of Mr. Baron, this is the age to venture out!

This made Ron sigh that prejudice was indeed a huge mountain in people's hearts. No wonder Elena was always thinking about men all day long.

It's truly a widow's sigh - it's of little use.

"My husband, perhaps due to his age, has been complaining of headaches lately. I heard from Orianna that your healing magic is exceptional. Perhaps you could try it on him?"

Elena said with a smile in the carriage, as if she really cared about the Baron's health.

Ron shook his head quickly. He didn't dare to try. If he died, he wouldn't get any inheritance.

The wheels rolled forward, and after just a few words of conversation, they arrived in front of an elegant three-story building with gorgeous decoration.

【Goodbye to the Magic Potion Alchemy Chamber of Commerce】

Although this place is not as grand as the Stardust Society’s headquarters, it still highlights the Marcus family’s enormous wealth.

Marcus had already started his afternoon work when Ron and Elena walked in.

He had sparse white hair, his face and hands were full of wrinkles, and he was sitting at his desk in formal attire, with documents piled on top of him.

When he saw his beautiful wife, the trembling old baron immediately stood up and asked the female secretary who was assisting him at the desk to leave quickly.

He refuses to admit his age, he is indeed a strong-willed man!
Ron secretly praised him. "Mr. Baron, I'm Investigator Gandalf. I'll explain the progress of the Sealand Valentine case to you."

After introducing himself, the blond boy explained the case he knew based on his prepared remarks.

He focused on the dangers of "brain transplant surgery" and the cruelty of criminals based on the experience of Talia's family.
Based on the information learned from the downtown area and the perspective that Xilan Valentine's daughter and Beth were infected by alchemical exhaust gas, the three-year case was analyzed in detail.

Finally, Ron's face was full of seriousness:

"Mr. Marcus, I believe you may have an unshirkable responsibility for the cause of this case."

When Ron picked up Miss Talia in the morning, he roughly guessed what happened based on the information he had discovered.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Stardust Society and the Church, the "madman of truth" who is on the run has abandoned all human morality and emotions.

He is hiding in a dark corner, secretly researching the horrific and bloody brain transplant surgery.

But in Ron's eyes, it was just the opposite.
Because he still remembered the teacher who rushed towards him and tried to save his students regardless of his own safety.

And such an extreme madman who values ​​emotions so much, a father who obtained the "forbidden truth" because of his daughter's death, prepared for three full years in such a high-pressure pursuit.

What he is going to do and what he wants to do seems self-evident.

Ron even suspected that "Mr. Ancesta" on Iris Street was just a cover to attract the attention of the Stardust Society and the Vatican.

Baron Marcus was silent.

Obviously, his action of asking his wife to inquire about the news revealed that he also had such speculation.

However, the silence did not last long as it was completely broken by Marcus's sneer.

"So what?" the old voice said confidently.

"Sir, what I mean is that if you could pay the compensation normally and pay attention to the safety facilities in the factory, perhaps this wouldn't happen."

Ron emphasized, kindly reminding the other party.

"Normal compensation? Hahaha."

Baron Marcus looked as if he had heard the greatest joke of the capital, and the corners of his mouth lifted uncontrollably.

He looked down at Ron, as if he were a naive fool.

"My father's father, my grandfather, once said something."

"That is, outstanding nobles must look at things from a perspective that is higher than that of ordinary people."

"No matter how many people die, there will always be cheaper ones to fill the factories, so why should I spend extra money on useless things?"

At this moment, Ron's mind went blank for a moment.

Before he came, he had thought of using the tragic situation of innocent residents infected by alchemical waste gas and the threat of the "madman of truth" to make Baron Marcus understand the seriousness of the matter.

In order to make him feel guilty and repent.

At the very least, it can make him reflect on the current situation of the royal capital, examine his past actions, and achieve the goal of awakening.

But now it seems that the persuasion effect is not obvious.

"Aren't you afraid of retribution for doing this?" Ron said seriously.

"Huh? Retribution?"

Baron Marcus stood up from his chair with his fat and old body, then walked to the window and pulled open the curtains that blocked the sunlight with a "rustle".

The dazzling sunlight penetrated the shiny glass and shone into the room, allowing Ron to see the outside world clearly.

At that time, rows of guards equipped with muskets, patrolling back and forth below the Chamber of Commerce in groups of ten, were so tight that not even a fly could get in.

The baron stood facing the sun with his hands behind his back, and said in a mocking tone:

"Except for the security guards I hired."

"I also donate tens of thousands of gold lions to the Vatican every year. I am the most devout believer. Even after my death, I will be canonized as a saint and recorded in the canon."

(End of this chapter)