Magicians never make wishes

Chapter 92, President, I never said there was a problem with the materials.

Ronan immediately went to the secretariat.

Before leaving, he specifically instructed the new prince that if Arabella returned, he should tell her to wait for him at home and not to go out.

Immediately afterwards, he rushed to the secretariat.

My ominous premonition grew stronger.

Ronan moved with incredible speed, far surpassing his previous level of weakness.

After being continuously strengthened by the Yinhe Stone over this period of time, his physique has now reached the level of a normal person, and even slightly surpassed it.

He was no longer a magician who couldn't even run very far to escape, but a magician who could run very far without even having to escape.

I visited the secretariat once before, and although it was a bit unpleasant, at least I remembered the route.

Following the route he remembered, Ronan ran as fast as he could.

My only thought was that Arabella was safe and sound at work in the secretariat.

What happens in the president's office is none of their business.

However, the outcome was destined to disappoint him.

"It's you, Lord Black Day." A female secretary who had seen Ronan before exclaimed in surprise, "What can I do for you?"

"Where did Arabella go?" Ronan asked anxiously. "When did she leave?"

"Lord Black Day, your fiancée didn't come to work today," the female secretary asked, puzzled.

Her words sent Ronan's heart plummeting.

Without saying a word, he immediately ran towards the president's office, remotely adjusting the perspective of the original soul species as he ran.

Richie was no longer in the scene, and the chairman's office was in a mess.

Many tables and chairs were overturned, bookshelves collapsed, numerous books fell to the ground, and even the monster head hanging on the wall was leaning to one side.

He struggled to control the original soul, slowly adjusting his perspective.

The original soul species cannot transmit sound, but judging from the current scene, the office is clearly empty.

However, when he saw the view from the perspective of the Soul Seed after it rotated, he immediately changed his mind.

In the video, a dark hole has appeared below the wall in the office where monster heads used to hang.

Ronan was startled, and at that moment, he arrived outside the chairman's office.

He nimbly walked through the broken office door and casually put away the original soul seed.

This seed can move freely within a certain range around him, without the cumbersome nature of remote control.

They carefully expanded their mental domain, striving to keep its scope so that it was not easily detected by others.

Ronan then quietly slipped into the hole that had appeared in the floor.

The cave entrance is connected to a deep staircase that extends downwards.

Recalling his past experiences, he now feels that nothing good will happen when he sees the underground.

Ronan walked for a long time before he finally sensed a glimmer of light through his spiritual realm.

Following the light, he arrived at a spacious underground space.

This space isn't very large, but it's about half the size of a three-story area.

The surrounding area was filled with various experimental equipment and large cylindrical objects, resembling some kind of special iron cage.

Rather than describing it as a hidden space deep underground, it is more accurate to describe it as a large underground laboratory.

A sizable high platform stands in the center of the space.

At this moment, on this high platform, Chairman Charles and the head of the supplies department, Richie, are standing on opposite sides, forming a standoff.

The president was panting heavily, his aura was slightly weak, and he was subtly at a disadvantage.

Supervisor Richie, on the other hand, appeared indignant and seemed to have the upper hand in terms of demeanor.

Upon hearing the commotion of Ronan's arrival, the two people on the platform paused simultaneously and turned to look over.

"You're actually alright?"

Supervisor Richie looked surprised, but his eyes were full of amusement.

He clenched his hands into claws, gathering elemental energy in his palms, and then pushed out forcefully.

In an instant, a beam of light shot out from between his hands, heading straight for the president.

The president quickly dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack of the light wave.

Supervisor Richie smiled contemptuously, and with a precise tug, the light wave closely followed the chairman.

boom.

The explosion shook the entire space.

Ronan was shocked by the power of the light wave; its manifestation was just like the Kamehameha from his previous life's manga.

Dust and smoke billowed from the spot where the president was hit.

Just as Supervisor Richie was about to relax, a black light suddenly shot out from the smoke and dust, heading straight for his face.

The black light made him feel a deadly threat, and he tilted his head back, narrowly avoiding the blow that was aimed straight at his forehead.

He immediately bent over and shot another beam of light towards the smoke and dust.

This time, the light wave struck the chairman squarely in the smoke and dust.

The intense impact instantly dissipated the smoke and dust, revealing the situation inside.

At this moment, the president pushed his hands out, opening up a dark red energy shield.

This energy shield has a strange texture; it looks like an energy shape, but it always transforms into the form of blood.

Ronan guessed that the energy shield should belong to the life magic type, while the black light just now was the necromancy type.

At this moment, Director Richie and the Chairman were locked in a stalemate, one firing a light wave and the other using an energy shield to defend, achieving a strange balance.

"Come help me!"

"Come help me!"

The two of them thought of Ronan at the same time and spoke simultaneously.

At this moment, he became the key factor that could decide the outcome of the battle.

"No, how dare you say such a thing?" Ronan said, his gaze shifting between the two men.

"Be careful during the day, his methods are very strange."

Although the president was not in good condition, he had enough confidence in Ronan.

"Don't listen to him! Didn't you notice he's already tried to kill you?" Supervisor Richie shouted.

Ronan was backlit, his expression shifting between light and shadow.

He did not respond, but instead slowly walked up the platform and stepped into the battlefield between the two.

His arrival immediately put immense pressure on the two people who were locked in a stalemate on the platform.

At this moment, if one side in the stalemate loses, it will suffer the combined explosion of the energy shield and the light wave.

Ronan maintained a relatively safe distance, his fingertips constantly gathering dangerous energy.

His face darkened, and he asked, "Why?"

Then, he raised his finger and pointed the scorching rays at the chairman.

"What are you doing? It's daytime!"

The president was startled by Ronan's actions.

If he were hit by Ronan's beam at this moment, he would face not just one magical attack, but three!

"What are you doing? Richie provided the materials; he's the one who actually did it!" the chairman quickly explained.

Upon hearing this, Ronan shook his head and said, "President, I never said there was a problem with the materials."

The president paused, then fell silent.

Realizing he'd let something slip, he dropped the pretense, revealing a chilling expression. "You're really lucky; the potion hadn't been prepared yet. Consider yourself lucky to have escaped death."

"Who told you I didn't prepare the medicine?" Ronan didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Either you haven't prepared the potion yet, haven't discovered the problem with the materials, and have luckily escaped this disaster—"

"Either there was a problem with the materials, which is why the potion wasn't prepared—"

The president meticulously analyzed the logic, showing great interest in the possible reasons. "What, are there other possibilities?"

"I did discover a problem with the medicinal herbs," Ronan said calmly, "but I'm not sure if it's due to Supervisor Richie or you."

"I have no doubt about Director Rich's ability to discern information."

"Although the probability is very small, we cannot rule out the possibility that it was indeed a mistake made by Supervisor Richie."

"So I specifically tested what would happen if I added Moon Soul Flower to the potion according to the normal preparation process—"

"

"I can only say that my precautions were adequate, and I wasn't taken away instantly."

"Therefore, I am more inclined to believe that you deliberately changed the original Moon Sleep Flower to Moon Soul Flower on the materials list you gave to Director Richie."

"At this stage of the experiment, you are the only one who knows that replacing the Moon Sleep Flower with the Moon Soul Flower can cause fatal damage, Chairman."

Ronan's gaze was intense, and his mental domain was fully extended, with the target of his "Burning Ray" already locked onto the chairman.

"This was a death trap meticulously prepared for me."

"I'm sorry, President, I was more cautious than usual after I learned that someone in the guild wanted to kill me."

"Well done, Black Day," Supervisor Richie praised. "That's right, the list of materials I received says Moon Soul Flower—"

"No wonder he dared to arrogantly tell me I was dead; that's where the problem lay!"

"I really shouldn't have cooperated with those people, which alerted you in advance."

The president muttered a curse under his breath, "They really are a bunch of worthless scoundrels. I even thought I was a good person—"

"President, I answered your question, why don't you answer mine?"

Ronan stared at him expressionlessly and said, "Why did you want to kill me?"

"Ha, you ask that question with such confidence." The guild leader's face was full of sarcasm. "As the guild leader of the Mystic Arts Society, do I need any other reason to kill a spy sent by the Adventurers' Guild?"

Ronan's heart skipped a beat, but he remained outwardly calm.

How did he discover it?

Before he could carefully recall where he had slipped up, Supervisor Richie angrily asked, "What did you do to Arabella?"

Ronan was startled by what he heard and immediately snapped out of his thoughts.

It turned out that Supervisor Richie had recklessly stormed into the chairman's office, searched it thoroughly, and even discovered this secret passage, leading him here—

It's all because of Arabella.

"Don't think I don't know, you took Arabella away this morning and haven't left the office since."

Supervisor Richie stared intently at the chairman, his anger rising.

"So you did plant a spy among me—" The president seemed to have expected this, looking completely unconcerned, and instead mocked, "You bunch of old fogies, you really do treat this young girl like your own daughter."

"Back when I killed her parents with my own hands, she was just an infant in swaddling clothes—and all these years, I've raised her to adulthood."

The chairman's tone was rather amused, "How should I put it? I could be considered a father figure, wouldn't I?"

"You dare to challenge me?!"

Supervisor Richie was instantly enraged by these words, and the light beam in his hand suddenly became more than twice as thick.

At the same time, his skin gradually became dry and his face was aging rapidly.

In order to eliminate his opponent in one fell swoop, he did not hesitate to use the secret technique of burning his life force.