Magicians never make wishes

"Gentlemen."

A group of people walked out of a building at the end of the square, and the one leading them and speaking was probably the butler.

He was accompanied by a young man who bowed and scraped to him, and behind him, a line of fully armed guards stood.

These guards were all strong and well-equipped, and their orderly and imposing formation made the people in the square feel extremely oppressed.

As soon as the butler spoke, the noisy square fell silent.

"I suppose you are all satisfied with the Earl's deposit for coming here today."

The butler spoke elegantly and solemnly, "Then without further ado, I will read out the mission details to you all."

"Due to the large number of personnel required for this mission, we have specially invited elite members from various factions..."

"I hope everyone will prioritize the mission and avoid any unpleasant incidents that could affect it."

The details of this task are as follows:

"In the early stages of the mission, different areas will be divided, and a fixed number of people will be assigned to explore and search each area. Within a certain period of time, the information will be reported to the person in charge of that area, who are the guards behind me."

"Those who provide useful intelligence or hand over the results will receive generous rewards."

"Furthermore, anyone who conceals or embezzles the target item will be listed as a top-priority criminal by the principality once discovered. Please be aware of this."

"Now, the search targets will be announced. Please prioritize them according to the established sequence:"

Sequence 1. Any unknown source of contamination;

Sequence 2. Related to any undead creature;

Sequence 3. Special Meditation Method Storage Stone;

"Sequence 4..."

The butler read out a long list in one breath, but Ronan broke out in a cold sweat when he heard the first three.

How come everything seems to happen to me somehow?

If nothing unexpected happens, that special meditation storage stone should contain the Starry Sky Meditation Method.

As for handing it over? It's impossible to hand it over.

Not to mention that the beads inside the stone have long since disappeared, if he were to hand over the Starry Sky Meditation Technique, the other party might just find an excuse to physically eliminate him.

"Now, I will distribute the areas you are responsible for exploring and searching, Roland."

The butler called out, and the young man beside him immediately stepped forward obsequiously with a stack of cards.

"Please come forward in your teams to receive your area codes."

Upon hearing this, each team spontaneously formed a long queue.

The fully armed guards surrounding the square instantly raised everyone's level of discipline.

The three members of the Gray Leaf Squad simply lined up behind Ronan and his group.

The two dwarves were still exchanging pleasantries in a refined manner, while Grayleaf wouldn't let go of Ronan.

"Your name is Bai Ye, is that your code name? What's your real name?"

"Why does your team only have three members?"

Are you a permanent resident of Moonless City?

……

"Do you have some kind of problem with the Grey Elves?" A barrage of questions came at Ronan, who hadn't even opened his mouth, but Grey Leaf was getting a little emotional.

Aside from their distinctive ears and skin color, grey elves are not much different from humans.

If you don't look at her ears, Gray Leaf looks like a beautiful sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.

Her eyes were large and round, and with the added bonuses of a magician that set them apart from the mainstream, they possessed an air of wisdom and mystery that drew people in without them even realizing it.

"No, no," Ronan hurriedly denied.

He simply couldn't answer them all; the questions bombarding him were like dozens of alarm clocks spinning around his head.

"Really?" Those alluring eyes narrowed instantly, revealing their utter disbelief.

"Of course it's true! The first people I encountered when I came into this world were grey elves," Ronan said with absolute certainty.

"To be honest, my former teammate was also a grey elf from a family of magicians. He was meticulous, considerate, knowledgeable, and an excellent archer. Even when he sacrificed himself in the end, he pointed out the real culprit to me..."

"How dare you say something like 'I have a problem with the gray elves'?!" His voice involuntarily trembled with a hint of tears.

Hearing this, Evil Axe, who was not far away, couldn't help but sigh, "The captain's former teammate is really amazing..."

"Yes, I'm sorry!" Gray Leaf immediately bowed ninety degrees to apologize.

"It's nothing, I was just expressing my feelings, it has nothing to do with you." He wiped away non-existent tears.

……

The queue moved quickly, and soon it was Ronan's turn.

Evil Axe was still whispering to Red Hammer. Since Drill Rat was not tall enough, Ronan was in charge of getting the cards.

"Adventurers' Guild, number 408..." The young man handing out the cards paused, then looked up and stared directly at Ronan.

"Adventurers' Guild, Squad 408..." he repeated, then turned to the butler and said.

"Uncle Sanders, it's said that a while ago, a team from the Adventurers' Guild encountered a beast tide while escorting the princess, and all members were killed in action... It seems to be this team numbered 408."

"Could they be imposters?" The young man took a step back, feigning fear with an exaggerated expression.

"Is that so?" the butler asked indifferently, squinting at the young man. "Are you questioning the master's hiring standards, Roland?"

"Of course not, I absolutely trust the Earl's judgment!" the young man said earnestly.

Then she changed the subject, "But as the princess's childhood playmate, I also confirmed this news..."

"Do your job, Viscount." The butler's tone was indifferent, clearly aware that the young man was deliberately targeting him.

He looked at Ronan and nodded almost imperceptibly.

The movement was so subtle that no one present noticed it except for Ronan.

Although Ronan was surprised and curious, he simply nodded in response and said nothing more.

The young man, having been rebuffed, immediately became obedient and well-behaved.

He smiled, as if nothing had just happened, and obediently handed over the number card.

However, his gaze toward Ronan was tinged with a blatant malice.

Ronan was initially puzzled by the reason for the other party's inexplicable targeting, but upon hearing the title "Viscount," his confusion vanished instantly.

Viscount Roland.

Isn't this the person who issued a mission in the Mercenary Blood Alliance, wanting to eliminate the team members?

Previously, Evil Axe was surrounded by mercenaries, who were the ones who had accepted the mission he had issued.

Had the other side's intelligence not been wrong, Evil Axe's situation might have been even worse.

Ronan quickly reviewed his experiences since entering the city, confirming that he had not offended anyone.

Like him, Evil Axe had no idea of ​​the viscount's existence.

Then all the clues point to the only possibility: Princess Celia... and Russell beside her.

The princess's hobbies are a bit eccentric, but she's a nice person, and wouldn't have any bad thoughts about them.

But Russell is different.

If he were to casually speak ill of Ronan and his companions to the powerful figures around the princess, a group of people would immediately rush to cut off their heads and present them to the emperor.

This is power...

A seventh-rank official stands before the prime minister's gate. Looking at the viscount who is bowing and scraping before his steward, Ronan couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.

He looked at his magic robes, then turned to Grayleaf and asked,

"You're saying this is a pre-made academic robe?"