Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 157 The Werewolf's Whereabouts
'Could this be considered a test? Accepting it would be the same as agreeing to marry into the family, so it shouldn't be...' Anser felt he was overthinking it.

Based on his understanding of Elise, he knew she wouldn't stoop to such methods; she would definitely ask him directly if she had any questions.

Besides, it's just a piece of clothing. If I have to be so rude about this, I'll be too petty. Elise might kick me out today.

She can do it.

Anser shook his head, banishing those distracting thoughts, and immediately washed up and changed his clothes.

He only realized when he put them on that every piece of clothing fit him perfectly, and the boots were the exact size. Combat uniforms can be adjusted in size, but ordinary clothes don't have this feature.

These were clearly made in advance.

The image of Grandma Elise's kind face flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but admire how much thought the old woman had put into it.

Elise is a lazybones; the old man and the butler probably handle all the trivial matters inside and outside the castle.

After getting dressed, he stood in front of the full-length mirror and felt that the person in the mirror was somewhat unfamiliar. He was tall and straight, with an outstanding demeanor and an air of nobility. Yet, it was as if there was a veil over him, making him seem deep and mysterious. Every movement and expression of his could captivate the hearts of those around him.

'If I had this kind of charm in my past life, I wouldn't have been single all this time.' He gloated for a while, then stuffed the shield and scepter into his dragon-skin bag and went downstairs empty-handed.

The petrification magic on the shield has entered a cooldown period and will likely be restored around midnight.

Along the way, almost every waiter would pause for a moment upon seeing him, and some even forgot to bow.

Upon entering the restaurant, all eyes turned to him. Grandma nodded in satisfaction, while Elise stared at him for a moment, her eyes filled with a smile.

The butler was the happiest; after many years, Jacquelineburg had finally ushered in a new era.

"Now that's what you call clothes, except the hair is a bit long," Elise commented. "Let's eat. Didn't you just hold a general meeting?"

“Yes.” Anser decisively changed the subject. “I plan to separate law enforcement and the military, establish a defense force, and stop dealing with those trivial matters, focusing on city defense and combat.”

"The idea is correct, but it must cost a lot of money, right?"

"There will be no major changes, the organizational structure will remain the same, and the process will be gradual."

"He's quite composed, though."

"..."

The two chatted casually for a few minutes before starting their meal in silence.

It was already late after they finished eating, so the two headed to the Durag Union together. However, this time Elise didn't ride the flying carpet; instead, she rode a horse with him.

Nornos was also a sucker for good looks. Blatt disliked it terribly when it rode, but when Elise came on, it was overjoyed and frolicked around showing off.

Perhaps it felt that it had ultimately triumphed over the flying carpet.

Elise leaned against Anser and whispered, "My father was a warlock, an adventurer from Dragon Coast, who rarely stayed in Jacqueline Castle."

My maternal grandfather was also an adventurer. He returned to Waterdeep when my mother was four or five years old and never came back. Jacqueline Keep doesn't bind anyone... and neither do you.”

Anser understood: the Jacqueline family didn't need anyone to marry into the family, but it needed to continue its lineage.

To put it bluntly, he can leave anytime and doesn't have to take responsibility, but he must leave the child behind.

Elise didn't know if it was love between the two, but she was burdened with family responsibilities. With the right to choose a partner, she had to bite the bullet and take the initiative, in case he ran away.

She orchestrated the election of Anser as the president of the federation.

“You may not know, but I’m not human.” Anser felt this request was even harder than marrying into the family.

"What?" Elise was taken aback, turning her head to look up at him.

“I am a dragon.” Anser looked down into her watery eyes. “I am not only awakened in terms of bloodline, but I am also a heterogeneous metal dragon. I am currently in the stage of a fledgling dragon. I don’t know if I can reproduce. Even if I can, my bloodline will be relatively ordinary.”

Dragons only become capable of reproduction when they reach their youth. They are different from other dragons; the power of a true dragon increases with its level, and perhaps only at the legendary stage can it give birth to offspring with the strongest bloodline.

"How could that be... How long will it take?" Elise asked in surprise. Who wouldn't want their child to be exceptionally talented?

If a fledgling dragon warlock is this strong, it's hard to imagine how terrifying Anser would be when he grows up.

“Within five years,” Anser said with great confidence.

"Then... I'll wait for you." Elise sighed softly, jumped off her horse, and flew away on her flying carpet.

"Huh? You won't let me hold you if I don't have kids?" Anser complained helplessly.

When Anser arrived at the Federation and entered the conference room, he found that dozens of mid- to high-ranking officials were already present. Even Iris sat calmly in the first seat at the inside of the long table. Giant Tail and Kaleno were also seated.

As he entered, everyone stood up to greet him, their gazes fixed on his white tuxedo, their expressions unreadable.

Anser didn't care at all. After glancing around, he asked, "Is everyone here?"

"Everything's here." Quentin suppressed a smile, trying to appear as solemn as possible.

“Let’s begin.” Anser placed a stack of documents on the table.

"Colleagues, the first item on the agenda is for each of you to report on your recent work, the problems you have encountered, and your thoughts..."

The notice was issued yesterday, and everyone was prepared, sitting upright and ready to make a good impression on the new president.

After the Graham incident, everyone had a preliminary impression of the new president: decisive and swift in action, but reasonable and justified, and he did not engage in guilt by association.

This is a good start; at least everyone genuinely believes it's much better than the previous president's approach of either ignoring the issue or taking a one-size-fits-all approach.

The first to speak was Consul Rein, who mainly addressed political matters. The second was Tax Commissioner Harold Jr., and the third was Sheriff Pardo…

Durag had never had this kind of meeting format before. Many people couldn't control the pace and time well, and Quentin had to keep reminding them, otherwise they wouldn't be able to finish talking in a day.

After these people finished speaking, Anser had a clearer understanding of Durag's situation.

The management is lax, like a makeshift operation, full of loopholes and problems, and has nothing to do with rigor and standardization.

This wasn't just the case with Durrag; it was true for most of the forces in Faerûn.

The second item on the agenda was Anser's military reorganization plan, which was unanimously approved. After all, no one was demoted, there were more positions, salaries were increased, and the military strength was enhanced.

All expenses were covered by tax surplus, and the new chairman had no objection; of course, everyone else wholeheartedly agreed.

The task of expanding the army was entrusted to Quentin, with Sheriff Pardo and Giant Tail assisting.

The last item on the agenda was originally to discuss the development direction of Dulag, but unfortunately, no one dared to speak up for fear of saying something wrong and causing trouble, so it turned into a trivial matter handling session.

For example, sending someone to notify Am to ransom the prisoners, with each prisoner priced at 100 gold coins, would provide Am with a year's worth of military funds if he agreed to ransom them.

There are also measures for patrolling and reporting Mind Flayers, and the resettlement of foreign refugees...

Many things are decided by the councilors proposing plans, Anser sharing his ideas, and then the final decision is made.

He was in high spirits and felt very excited. After all, he held the future of a city and tens of thousands of people in his hands, and this was an experience that not everyone had.

This is the taste of power.

The meeting ended quickly, and everyone gained something.

Previously, they could only hear the voices of their direct superiors and a certain member of parliament, and they were confused about what they were doing. At least this time, they are much more clear-headed and understand who the real boss is.

Anser decided to hold such a meeting once a week from now on. He would not necessarily attend, but he required at least two members of parliament to participate to resolve specific issues.

"You seem very familiar with these jobs?" Elise walked alongside him in the corridor, her eyes filled with doubt.

Anser did it very systematically, as if he had undergone a similar elite education.

"Uh, I know a little bit." Anser shrugged. He had never been a mayor, but he was very good at holding meetings.

Upon arriving at the president's office, Elise did not follow him inside: "I'm going back to the castle. Be careful."

"The warning array in your castle doesn't seem to be working very well," Anser casually remarked.

"It's not fully activated yet, it consumes a lot of energy." Elise rolled her eyes at him and turned to leave.

Anser was somewhat surprised. It was already impressive that such a large-scale magic array could detect ordinary advanced professionals, but he didn't expect it to be in a non-fully-formed state.

As soon as Elise left, the sound of heavy footsteps came from downstairs.

Quentin appeared at the top of the stairs, quickly walked to Anser's side, and whispered, "The guards have spotted a werewolf!"

"Where? How much?" Anser's heart skipped a beat. Green Garden had just reminded him yesterday, and here he was today.

"I don't know. A junior guard on duty at the south gate came to report that he found a fellow villager who had been bitten by a werewolf and had fled..."

(End of this chapter)