I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 76 The Drunk President (First Order)
The president has something on his mind and feels lonely and cold. What can Ron, his caring subordinate, do?

He could only nod obediently and walked into the small cubicle of the president's office very embarrassedly.

The space inside the compartment is not big, and it is obviously a private space specially prepared for taking a break from busy work.

Inside there was only a low coffee table, a few bookshelves built into the wall, and a sofa so soft that one could easily sink into it.

The dim white crystal chandelier is very old-fashioned in style and is obviously not a product of this era.

"The items in this room are all antiques. It is said that they already existed when the Mage Guild was established."

Olivia raised her chin slightly, revealing her delicate jawline and snow-white neck.
Under the dim light, her slim figure is perfectly set off by the tight-fitting uniform. Although she is not as charming and passionate as Elena, she gives people a sense of clean, neat and decisiveness.

Ron took a quick glance and his face felt a little hot.

He had never seen Olivia like this before, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the work of a third-level investigator was almost catching up with that of an actor in a third-level movie.

Not only do you need to go out and provide door-to-door services, but you also have to serve your leaders and superiors well.

The sweet aroma of freshly cut honey, mixed with the fragrance of peaches, quietly bloomed in the small compartment in an instant.

As the aroma spread further, the strong smell of alcohol rushed straight into Ron's head.

The boy looked at the bare wine bottle in Olivia's hand in surprise, and seemed to vaguely see the skull logo.

Is this not alcohol?

Is this your real wine?

The blond boy's heart tightened, and he always felt that he would die in the line of duty tonight.

"Try it, this is brewed by my teacher himself, I usually can't bear to drink it."

The black-haired woman glanced at Ron with her beautiful fox eyes and poured him a small cup.

The blond boy wanted to say something but stopped himself. However, looking at the older sister who was even more beautiful than the sunset, he didn't say anything to spoil the fun.

Good job, cheer up, don't let our Holy Light down! -- Faintly, Ron seemed to hear the Holy Light elements cheering him on.

Sighing inwardly, the young man hardened his heart, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

It was silky smooth and not as spicy as one might imagine. The peach scent was exactly the same as the one on Olivia, and the base had a warm feeling of beeswax, which made Ron's blue eyes shine slightly.

This is delicious!

Ron, a poor man, had never tasted such delicious wine. No, it should be said that he had never drunk wine before.

Just one cup, and the handsome boy's face was flushed, and his eyes looked a little blurry.

"President, you asked me out for a drink. Are you trying to take advantage of me? Are you trying to be a young girl?"

Ron, emboldened by the alcohol, finally spoke out his true feelings.

You are the old cow, your whole family are old cows!

Olivia's expression froze. She didn't expect that Ron's broken mouth would eventually kill his master.

"I don't dare to eat young grass. I'm afraid you will report me."

The black-haired woman retorted reflexively, looking at the trash who was drunk in one glass, and she didn't know what she remembered, and became a little sentimental.

"Ron, where are your family? Why have I never heard you mention them?"

The flushed boy was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to be an orphan in his previous life, so he shook his arms nonchalantly.

"I don't know. I've never met them. I don't have parents or family."

An orphan?
For some reason, Olivia felt a pang in her heart, and she inexplicably felt a sense of sadness.

Reaching out her slender, fair hand, she rubbed the cute boy's face and blond hair. Olivia smiled slightly and changed the subject.
"Then you must have a lot of friends, otherwise it would be very lonely to be alone."

friend?

Ron, feeling dizzy, was slightly stunned.

He inexplicably thought of Baron Mark who trusted him with his back, the brave knight who recognized his dueling spirit, and Mr. Snake who had faith and expectations in him.

Although he had only met these people a few times, Ron could still easily sense their persistence through the holy light element, which was why he wanted to help these people realize their dreams.

Baron Mark wants to become a saint after his death, Mr. Knight has always wanted to gain someone's recognition, and Snake has high expectations for his kind self.

but.
"All my friends are dead" "Only Mr. Sid is left."

How unhappy are you that you're making friends with that guy from West Germany?

Olivia's eyelids twitched wildly, her heart ached, and she almost cried when she saw the pitiful boy standing alone.

The slender figure leaned closer to the boy. Olivia was about to comfort Ron when she suddenly realized a serious problem.

I invited you to drink so that you could find someone to talk to, but how did it become me comforting you?

However, after seeing Ron, who was even worse off than herself, Olivia felt inexplicably better.

At least her teacher never abandoned her, and that bitch Elena was still alive.

"President, why are you asking these questions?"

"You're not sad, are you? Although Ms. Elena was a little excessive, I know she has no intention of harming you."

The drunk Ron suddenly turned around, moved closer to Olivia, and rested his chin on the older sister's shoulder.

"You drink too. Once you're drunk you won't have to think about those crap!"

Ron snatched the bottle from the president's hand, gulped down two mouthfuls, and then immediately filled the empty glass again, without wasting a single cent.

Ron, you bastard.
Are you so comforting?
The amber eyes seemed to be scattered. Although it was different from the picture she had imagined of pouring out her heart, Olivia still agreed with what Ron said.

That is, how can drinking distract you?

"Dry!"

After drinking the mead in the glass, the black-haired woman opened another glass bottle and clinked it with the dizzy Ron.

Gudong, Gudong, Gudong
With the sound of crisp collision, the two bottles of high-proof mead were completely consumed in just a few minutes.

Olivia pushed her troublesome black hair behind her ears, and a blush like a flaming cloud appeared on her pretty face.

The young man also shook the empty bottle dizzily and shouted:
"President, are there any more? Give me a few more bottles."

"Otherwise, if others see you, they'll think you're too poor to afford a drink!"

Hearing this, the black-haired woman flew into a rage and slammed the solid wood coffee table hard.

"Fuck, what can I do for you?"

"Hey guys, come on, get some wine!"

The wine cabinet in the president's office was violently pulled open, and the door was thrown aside. The black-haired woman seemed to have lost her mind, taking out her collection bottle by bottle.

First came a stack of Seth Light Beer, then two bottles of Barolo Red, and soon there was Naples Blood Wine, Santa Anna Whiskey, and Nashville Distilled Liquor.

Ron followed behind and seemed to vaguely see a little hamster, who foolishly shared the treasure he had treasured for many years with outsiders.

Inside the compartment, people were toasting each other and the air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

After an unknown amount of time, Ron, with lifeless eyes and flushed face, lay down on the sofa, and suddenly felt his body sink.

The president stretched out her graceful waist and sat on the boy's belly with her butt raised. She tugged at the buttons of her shirt, revealing her delicate collarbone that was usually well hidden and most of her snow-white slime balls.

The wine spilled all over her shirt, causing the fabric to cling tightly to her delicate skin.

"Ron, keep drinking!"

Hearing this, Ron just wanted to push the big sister away and have a good sleep.

"No"

The boy murmured, and then his head spun around and he felt as if he was being held in Olivia's arms.

His waist and abdomen were tightly wrapped by two tight and powerful long legs, and his golden-haired head was pressed into a ball of cotton filled with the scent of milk and peach.

Faintly, the boy could still see the president's collarbone.

Meanwhile, Ron was still a little out of breath.

He was pinned under the sofa by Olivia.

Oh no, it's not really like what Elena's servant said, that it's going to happen after drinking.
(End of this chapter)