Magicians never make wishes

Chapter 90, Room 761: The Chairman's Future Son-in-Law Lives There

"Of course, you must first acquire relevant knowledge in this area before participating in this experiment."

The president handed Ronan a paper document and said, "This is an academic research experiment involving life and necromancy. You can start replicating it first."

"As for the experimental materials, I'll have Richie from the supplies department send them to you."

"If you can completely replicate the experimental results, it means you have basically mastered the relevant knowledge and are qualified to participate in my flesh and blood modification experiment."

"President, is there any danger in your flesh and blood modification?" Ronan asked hesitantly.

He originally wanted to ask whether this flesh-and-blood modification was reliable, but given his lack of knowledge in this area, he changed his mind in the end.

Although the subject of the experiment was the chairman himself, Ronan was genuinely worried about him.

He could understand the president's feelings.

If his physical body decayed due to the secret technique of burning his life force, he would make various attempts to restore it to its original state.

"Do you know why this experiment was shelved?"

The president looked at Ronan and explained, "Very few people can successfully replicate this experimental plan you have."

"If I hadn't read your academic research and discovered your unique approach and talent in magical research, I wouldn't have had the idea of ​​letting you give it a try."

"However, more importantly, it's because you're one of us, and I trust you more."

"One of our own?" Ronan asked instinctively.

Have I become the chairman's confidant?

"The young man is quite modest—aren't you and Arabella already getting along?"

The president joked, "As Arabella's elder, we're family from now on."

"President, this is a misunderstanding—" Ronan didn't know how to explain for a moment.

Are you saying that even though your niece kissed me, my relationship with her is innocent?

"Is it a misunderstanding? That girl seems quite serious about you. Am I mistaken? Girl, explain yourself."

As the president was speaking, he suddenly turned to Arabella on the ground and asked her a question.

Ronan then realized that Arabella had already woken up, but was pretending to be asleep with her eyes closed.

"The ground is cold, why aren't you getting up?" The president's tone was full of doting, and his smile was gentle.

At this moment, he was no longer the president of the Mystic Arts Society, but more like a loving father.

"President Ciel, please don't talk nonsense."

Seeing that she couldn't keep up the act any longer, Arabella stood up, angrily brushed the dust off her clothes, and said, "Our romantic relationship was just an excuse to mislead others during the investigation—you can ask him if you don't believe me."

She explained it in a serious tone, but what she was really thinking was another matter entirely.

Seeing that she had turned the conversation to him, Ronan quickly nodded, "Yes, yes, she's right, it's all fake. We can't smear someone's reputation. We're innocent, nothing happened—"

Arabella, seeing that he kept talking, secretly pinched and twisted the flesh on his waist, making Ronan's expression contort in pain.

The chairman, clearly unconcerned by their flirtatious banter, turned and asked, "You did a great job on this mission, even uncovering such a major problem as Director Li. I've decided to give you an extra reward. What would you like?"

Upon hearing this, Ronan couldn't help but burst into tears.

The simple question, "What do you want?" was worth more than a thousand words, allowing him to instantly experience the humanistic care of the wealthy.

After thinking it over, he said to the guild leader, "Guild leader, could you give me another one of those Aura Stones?"

Extra rewards? You have to know your limits.

Asking for another piece of Misty Stone would be just right.

Ronan is satisfied with the effects of the Enchanted Stone, which allows him to sculpt his body without training and can be useful in times of crisis.

Although it wasn't on the Mystic Arts Academy's exchange list, judging from Richie's attitude as the head of the supplies department, its actual value was clearly not low.

It's both useful and valuable, perfectly meeting his current needs.

"Sure," the president nodded and smiled.

"President, where can I find relevant information about this experiment?" Ronan asked, waving the materials in his hand.

He needs to accumulate some knowledge of life-related and necromancy magic first.

Otherwise, let alone replicating it, he might not even know what the materials are about.

"I will have the relevant books delivered to your residence. To fully replicate this experiment, it must be conducted repeatedly."

The chairman said, having already made arrangements, "I will tell Richie that you can just go and tell him, and he will send someone to deliver the relevant materials to you."

Is this the exclusive privilege of the guild leader?

That's so convenient.

As expected, the Mystic Arts Society is an organization dedicated to serving its members.

Ronan's sense of belonging to the Arcane Society reached its peak.

"Thank you, Chairman. I'll be going now." Ronan waved goodbye to the Chairman.

The president nodded and then notified the staff to handle the follow-up matters here.

Ronan walked for a while, then suddenly turned around and asked, "Why are you following me when you're injured and shouldn't be going back to your own place to rest?"

Arabella, who was following behind him, replied, "I applied for a key to your place. Do you know what that means?"

"So you don't need to knock anymore when you come in?"

Ronan was puzzled. It was just an extra key, no big deal.

"That's right. From now on, I can come and go as I please."

Arabella said with an air of self-righteousness, "I'm going to rest at your place now, do you have a problem with that?"

Ronan thought about it. Having just experienced the Blood Duke's revenge incident, it was indeed not safe for her to be alone. Besides, his place was spacious enough that he could simply let her sleep in his own bed.

Anyway, he usually doesn't sleep; three hours of meditation is basically equivalent to eight hours of sleep.

So Ronan said, "Then come on over, you can sleep in my bed."

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Upon hearing this, Arabella's ears immediately turned red: "I'm just taking a short break, not planning to stay overnight at your place."

"You can do whatever you want, even stay overnight is fine," Ronan replied.

Not long after returning to his residence, there was a knock on 761's door.

When Ronan opened the door, he saw a group of staff carrying several large boxes, lined up at the entrance.

A leading employee stepped forward and said, "Lord Black Day, these are things the guild leader sent you. Please take a look."

Ronan nodded, trying hard to suppress the upward curve of his lips.

With so much free high-level knowledge, the Book of Magical Knowledge can generate new magic.

Ronan felt a surge of excitement, but on the surface he remained calm and composed.

What made him happiest was that he finally had some reliable knowledge of necromancy, which was much faster than searching all over the second and third floors.

Such a commotion outside naturally attracted the attention of the new master next door.

He was very curious about what was inside the boxes and planned to go inside to take a closer look.

As soon as he entered, he saw Arabella coming out of the bathroom.

She was dressed casually at home, her long hair was tied up, and she had just finished washing up.

So you really are living together!

"Sorry to bother you."

The new king silently returned to his room next door.

Time flies, and more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period, Ronan basically didn't go out, while Arabella would run to 761 whenever she had free time.

Although she works in the secretariat during the day, she returns to Ronan's place as soon as she finishes work.

The two seem to share the same opinion on this matter.

Ronan felt that the Blood Duke's revenge might not be an isolated incident, and Arabella was obviously safer here than at her own place.

Arabella, fearing retaliation against Ronan if he went out, kept brazenly running to him.

The purpose is to tell others that 761 has a very close relationship with the chairman, and if they want revenge, they should first think about what will happen to those who mess with the chairman.

Of course, that's just their own opinion.

For unsuspecting passersby, the only thing they know about 761 is a rumor circulating among the higher-ups.

It is said that the chairman's future son-in-law lives in room 761. He almost never shows his face and his identity is mysterious.

His wife, who works long hours and wields considerable power in the secretariat, is also not someone to be trifled with.

The rumor spread far and wide, even overshadowing the once sensational paranormal events in the second-floor area.

Many progressive students who wanted to build a relationship with the president didn't dare to visit the owner of 761 directly.

They could only take a roundabout way to visit the new emperor of 762.

I would like to have the new emperor introduce me to make a formal visit to the owner of 761.

"It's not impossible—he and I are sworn brothers, it's just that he's been quite busy lately—"

The new king looked troubled and turned to the group of people who had come with him, asking for his help in introducing Ronan's secret arts apprentices.

"This is nature, this is nature—"

Several apprentices of the secret arts nodded repeatedly, their words full of flattery and obsequiousness.

One of the astute apprentices immediately took out an exquisite gift he had prepared and presented it to the new ruler with a smile. "My lord, I have recently had a sudden insight and gained a new understanding of fire magic. I wonder if you would be interested in giving me some pointers?"

Upon seeing this, the expressions on the faces of the others all changed.

Okay, we agreed that everyone would contribute only one common gift to ensure fairness, but you actually had something else planned.

This is nothing short of betrayal!

Immediately afterwards, everyone quietly took out the extra gifts they had prepared.

The new emperor raised an eyebrow and accepted the exquisite gift.

Upon opening it, it appeared to be a secret manual, which read: "Six Techniques to Enhance Dragon-Type Flames".

The new ruler glanced at the arcane apprentice codenamed "Dragon Flame" and said, "Senior Dragon Flame, isn't this your exclusive arcane technique for advancing to the level of an arcane apprentice?"

"I cannot accept such a title, Your Majesty," Long Yan said humbly. "I was simply eager to improve." He continued, "I previously advanced to the rank of Mystic Arts Apprentice by strengthening three techniques with dragon-shaped flames. Recently, I've gained some insights and added three more techniques. I hope Your Majesty can offer some guidance."

"I wouldn't presume to offer any corrections, but I think my brother would be interested. I'll let him have a look."

The new emperor nodded in praise, secretly delighted to have gotten another free secret technique.

Seeing this, the others couldn't resist and stepped forward one after another.

"My Lord, I also have a detailed explanation of magic burning," he said, hoping that...

"My Lord, you might be interested in my core secret technique, 'Five Applications of Freezing Technique' —"

"Your Majesty, please take a look at mine—"

"Sir Shinjun————"

Knowing that the new emperor came from a wealthy family, everyone unanimously prepared their own family's secret techniques.

Unexpectedly, despite agreeing to share only one common gift, everyone ended up preparing something else entirely.

"Very good, very good. I am grateful for your high regard, senior students. I will definitely share these secret techniques with my brothers."

The new emperor couldn't stop smiling.

All I can say is that everyone is really eager to improve.