Magicians never make wishes

Ronan traced the source of the hidden spiritual power back to the director's office in the secretariat.

Upon realizing that his mental energy had been locked onto, the opponent immediately abandoned his concealment and launched a full-scale attack on Ronan.

The two spiritual forces clashed remotely, resulting in a stalemate.

Ronan sensed that the opponent's total mental strength was less than his own, but their manipulation techniques were extremely precise, always managing to cleverly use one part of their strength to offset three parts of Ronan's strength.

If their mental strength were on the same level, he would be no match for his opponent.

The current stalemate is entirely due to Ronan's large amount of mental energy.

However, this is only temporary for Ronan.

Because he had begun to try to imitate the other party's manipulation methods in order to control his own mental power.

"I never knew it could be used like this..." Ronan exclaimed repeatedly.

The opponent's manipulation of mental power was so precise, it was like a machine, or the optimal solution in a mathematical problem.

Ronan could even clearly sense that...

There is definitely a complete and sophisticated system supporting this, which is far beyond what an individual can figure out.

Time passed slowly, and by learning from his opponent's techniques, Ronan was beginning to gain the upper hand.

Previously, the opponent could use one part of their force to offset three parts of his force, but now that ratio is starting to decrease.

The other party realized that Ronan's manipulation of mental power was becoming more and more similar to his own, and suddenly unleashed a burst of mental power, withdrawing from the silent confrontation.

"What a pity..." Ronan clicked his tongue repeatedly.

If the standoff continued any longer, he might actually be able to learn all of the other party's techniques.

Just as he was feeling deeply regretful, a middle-aged man with a bloated belly walked out of the office of the director of the secretariat. It was Director Dick.

His face was grim. He came out and his gaze immediately locked onto Ronan. He opened his mouth and said…

"I don't care which psychic you're a disciple of, get out of here right now!"

Arabella stepped in front of him at just the right moment, holding up the president's order.

"Special operations team, Director Dick, please cooperate."

"Arabella, is this how you talk to your direct supervisor?!" Director Dick's face was so dark it was almost dripping with water.

"Do you think the people here don't know you went to the chairman's office and had an affair with a man?"

boom.

An overwhelming spiritual force swept over, instantly converging on a single point and landing on Director Dick.

The immense mental pressure from the spiritual realm was unleashed, nearly causing Director Dick to buckle and kneel on the ground.

Director Dick had no choice but to immediately concentrate his mental energy to resist.

"This so-called director, we young lovers really shouldn't have come to the chairman's office to be intimate..."

Ronan naturally put his arm around Arabella's waist, causing her delicate body to tremble.

He then glanced around at the crowd of onlookers in the secretariat and began to speak.

"But if we're talking about having an affair, wouldn't it be more suitable for you and this flamboyant older sister?"

"I detected it immediately with a scan using my mental power; there's still a lot of your bodily fluids left on her body..."

Upon hearing this, everyone around paused in surprise.

Their gazes kept shifting between Director Dick and Secretary Lena, and then bursts of hushed discussion erupted.

"I was just saying..."

"I saw it last time..."

One night...

……

Director Dick's face flushed red and then purple as he tried to salvage the situation, saying, "I... Lena and I were also..."

"Director Dick, don't you even know the basic information about your employees?"

Arabella reminded her, "Lena is a married woman."

"See, now that's what you call adultery."

Damn it, he had an affair and then dared to slander me.

Ronan immediately seized the moral high ground, saying, "We're a young couple in a free relationship, it's normal for things to get passionate. Don't compare us to this kind of beast who destroys other people's families."

He turned and asked loudly, "Who is this Secretary Lena's husband?"

"I know, it's the 'Blood Duke' mentor," someone in the crowd replied.

Upon hearing this, Director Dick's face instantly turned ashen.

His gaze toward Ronan grew increasingly dangerous, as if he wanted to devour him alive.

Ronan sensed his malice, a smirk playing on his lips, and immediately met his gaze.

3, 2, 1.

Sensing malice, they made eye contact for three seconds.

The full version of "psychological fear" on the mask of truth was instantly triggered and took effect on Director Dick.

This is no longer a simple contest of mental strength, but a magic spell that is now officially taking effect.

Once triggered, "Mental Fear" will force the target into a state of fear and cause the target to try to escape from the caster.

"Ah!!" Director Dick roared in terror.

In his eyes, Ronan seemed to have transformed into the Blood Lord Mentor, who was now a giant blood bat pouncing on him.

"Don't kill me, Lord Bloodlord, don't kill me!!"

Director Dick went berserk, running around frantically, desperately trying to get away from Ronan, stumbling and falling all the way, bleeding profusely but not caring at all.

Ronan looked at the bewildered onlookers, shook his head, and sighed.

"With such a small amount of courage, they still dare to have affairs within the association. It's utterly lawless..."

He turned to Arabella. "Should we deal with Lena?"

Ronan was referring to taking them away for questioning, although he didn't know if the two men had that right.

Arabella remained silent, as if she had not heard his question.

Her gaze was gentle and tender as she looked at the person before her.

Numerous phantom images of Ronan appeared before her eyes:

Polite and humble Ronan, disheveled but focused Ronan, Ronan who stepped forward to embrace him, Ronan who defended him and angrily took action...

These illusory figures intertwined and overlapped, becoming deeply etched into Arabella's mind.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that she remained silent, Ronan assumed she was affected by the slanderous rumors about their affair, so he spoke up to comfort her:

"That corrupt official is under my spell; he's in for it..."

"To be honest, I knew he wasn't a good person the moment I saw him..."

"If you can't swallow this, why don't we find someone..."

Ronan stuck out his tongue and made a throat-slitting gesture.

"Let me tell you, the new emperor has connections in this area..."

……

As Arabella looked at the man trying to comfort her, feelings quietly sprouted and took root in her heart, filling the girl's throbbing heart.

"Oh, right." Ronan suddenly remembered something and walked towards the unconscious Lena.

Then he took a rune stone out of her pocket.

He sensed this runestone through his spiritual realm, and it felt very similar to the one Arabella had used to open the door.

"Looks like we can report back to the chairman now." Ronan nodded in satisfaction.

After leaving the secretariat, the two went to the president's office.

Unfortunately, the president wasn't there, and the office was locked.

Ronan suddenly had a flash of inspiration and threw the original seed that was stored in his mind onto the door frame of the chairman's office.

The original species, residing in the mind, hardly grows; but if released, it can autonomously absorb external energy.

Ronan never knew where to put it.

I hardly ever go out, so there's no need to put it at the entrance of 761.

But for important places like the president's office, installing a camera above the entrance is perfectly reasonable.

Now, as soon as the guild leader returns, he can rush over to hand over the rune stones and report.

However, before that, the special operations team can only be disbanded and everyone can go home.

On the way back, Arabella, who had been silent the whole way, suddenly asked:

"How can you be sure this runestone is the same as the one I used to open the door before?"

"It should be right," Ronan said confidently.

"What if it's not right? Why don't you test it first?"

"How can that be! You're still right here with me!" Ronan said righteously, "Don't just move the evidence."

"Didn't you say we were getting intimate in the president's office, a case of free love and passionate passion?"

Arabella grinned mischievously, "You seem to know a lot, but your body is so unreliable, just as I expected..."

"You're just not good at that!"

"Slander! Utter slander!" Ronan exclaimed angrily.

Is there any hope for the world to ever get better?

Just as he was about to turn around and launch into a passionate debate, he caught a glimpse of a pale arm grabbing his collar and pulling him down.

Then, a soft red lip gently pressed against his cheek.

"Thank you."