Magicians never make wishes

Chapter 96 Admission Qualifications

"Arabella, wake up," Ronan called out, patting Arabella gently.

The guild leader has been eliminated, and all connections created by the Stone of the Aura have vanished.

Ronan pulled Arabella out of the culture chamber.

"Wake up, Miss Secretary."

With his call, Arabella finally opened her eyes.

She looked up, gazing around in confusion, and finally snapped out of her daze when she refocused her gaze on Ronan.

"I knew you would come to save me." Arabella looked at him with a silly grin.

Ronan briefly explained to her what had happened.

"I never imagined that President Ciel would—" Arabella's eyes were filled with tears, and she was somewhat lost in thought.

Ronan grabbed her shoulders and said, "The culprit is dead. To avoid unnecessary trouble, don't say anything. Just say that when you went to the chairman's office, you discovered a hole leading here—"

"I understand." Arabella nodded, then looked at him and asked, "And you?"

"And don't reveal my existence." Ronan hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell her the truth: "Actually, I was framed and came to the Academy. This isn't who I really am."

With a wave of his hand, he canceled the illusionary function of the Mask of Truth, reverting to his original form as a boy.

Arabella stared at the handsome white-haired boy before her, momentarily stunned. "You—you're so good-looking—"

"My real name is Ronan," Ronan said, introducing himself.

He thought to himself, "It's alright, this is the only advantage of this body."

Immediately, he transformed back into his daytime form and said, "I'm going out for the next few days, so you'd better not wander off."

Ronan's eyes flashed with malice; he decided to seek revenge on the administrators.

With his current strength, if he were to launch a sneak attack, he could very well take down the manager directly.

Adventurers' Guild Hall.

After Alice finished her business, she looked up and saw a strange man sitting opposite her.

"Sir, what service do you require?" she asked politely, with a sweet smile.

"I need to use my status as a mid-level adventurer to find out some crucial information," the man said in a low, furtive voice.

"Yes, sir. Please provide relevant proof or state your code name."

"No problem, here you go." The man took out a level token for intermediate adventurers.

"Lord Baiye, what information do you wish to inquire about?" Alice's eyes crinkled into crescent moons with a smile.

"Huh? You've mistaken me for someone else?"

Ronan was taken aback. He was currently wearing the face of the Blood Duke, and his intermediate adventurer level token did not contain any information about him.

"This level token is the latest version. Since it was activated, you are the only intermediate adventurer to have been promoted," Alice explained with a smile.

So unlucky————

Ronan looked frustrated; he realized that Alice recognized him every time.

"Actually, I'm carrying out a covert mission and urgently need to find the administrator, but I can't do it openly here—"

He lowered his voice and said, "Do you know what I mean?"

"Are you going to the Administrator's address?" Alice blinked.

"Yes." Ronan nodded. "Don't tell anyone, just tell me directly."

Alice shook her head, indicating that she didn't know either, and then added, "Lord Baiye, you can check the government affairs section in the hall. The administrator's public mailing address is there."

"You should have said so earlier."

Ronan muttered to himself, then casually pinched Alice's cheek and headed towards the government affairs section.

He waited until the middle-aged man in the trench coat in front of him left before standing in front of the government affairs board, looking for the address of the administrator.

After silently noting down the address, he returned to Alice. "I almost forgot to tell you, don't leak our conversation today; it won't do you any good."

"Yes, Lady White Night." Alice smiled gently and nodded in agreement.

Every two days, Moonless City imposes a five-day curfew.

It looks like Ronan's previous life's workdays and weekends, with no curfew on weekends and the opposite on workdays.

Today is a curfew day.

The streets were deserted at night, and the shops along the street closed early.

Ronan, wearing the Blood Duke's face, turned the Truth Mask's stealth function to its maximum and headed towards the administrator's residence.

He first circled the area many times to familiarize himself with the surrounding terrain before gradually approaching his residence.

As Ronan approached, he noticed that none of the lights were on inside the residence, and the manager seemed to be away.

He didn't use his mental domain rashly, for fear of being discovered that someone was spying on him.

Just as I was about to leave, I unexpectedly caught a glimpse of two security guards lying on the ground by the gate.

This is----

Ronan stepped forward and saw that the two men were both large, muscular orcs.

Their necks were twisted; they were beyond dead.

Just as he was about to explore the spiritual realm, a tangible spiritual pressure emanated from the house.

Ronan immediately erected a small-scale mental resistance.

This oppressive aura is similar to the oppressive aura in his mental domain. However, while his oppressive aura focuses on concentrating all the pressure on one point, this oppressive aura focuses on covering the entire area and is relatively less powerful.

"I'm trying to help you. Do you think anyone else would be as easy to talk to as I am?"

A mature male voice came from the dimly lit house.

"You killed two of my guards and threatened me with mental magic, and this is what you call helping me?"

Another sarcastic voice rang out.

Ronan recognized the voice as belonging to the manager, Morgan.

"Just two lowlifes," the mature male voice said dismissively. "Compared to the shady dealings you've been up to, they're nothing."

"Don't think that just because you've become a lackey of the council, you can slander me with empty words!" the administrator said passionately.

"Forget it, I can't be bothered to point it out—if you don't cooperate, don't blame me for being impolite." The mature male voice had clearly lost patience.

"roll!"

The manager struck first, a blazing flame illuminating the entire dimly lit house. Then, as if striking something, the flames spread throughout the house in the blink of an eye.

"Trying to burn the house down to destroy the evidence?" The mature male voice saw through the manager's intentions. "Heh, while I don't care about evidence, this approach is rather naive—"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ronan felt a mental tornado rapidly forming.

The tornado was located at the spot where the house caught fire.

In an instant, the raging flames were extinguished.

Ronan was astonished. From the intangible to the tangible, from nothingness to substance, mental power could actually be used in this way—

He inexplicably recalled the profession that Director Dick had mentioned before, and perhaps the owner of this mature male voice was the real spiritualist.

"Demon Hand, don't push me!" the manager roared hysterically.

The house suddenly became brightly lit.

Ronan thought the lights were on, but when he looked, he found that large clusters of flames were shooting out of all the doors and windows of the house.

"I've already said, I don't care about evidence," the "devil" said calmly. "But I really don't like what you're doing."

Immediately, a powerful mental pressure descended from above, slapping down like a palm and extinguishing all the flames in the house.

"Go to hell!"

The manager roared, and an explosion rang out in the house, followed by the sound of various pieces of furniture and walls collapsing.

"My patience is almost worn out."

The demonic hand impatiently said something and immediately cast a spell: "Mental Cage."

Ronan heard this familiar magic; he had experienced it firsthand before.

Judging from the mental fluctuations, the magic cast by the Demon Hand was clearly not on the same level as Director Dick's.

With the amplification of his wand and the gem, Director Dick's mental fluctuations when casting this spell were only about one-tenth of those cast by the Demon Hand.

Ronan had reason to suspect that "psychic mage" was simply the job title of a mental mage after obtaining a class.

The "Demon Hand" should be a mentalist.

After casting "Mental Cage", the administrator immediately fell silent.

Ronan knew that the manager was most likely in a deep, infantile sleep.

He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next.

Who knows where this evil hand inside is taking the administrator? If he intervenes, another great battle is inevitable.

Ronan suddenly felt a little uncertain.

His "Seed of Class" was still in his mind, and he didn't know how to use it.

With Ronan's current strength, he can easily handle those below a certain class, and he can also put up a fight against newly promoted classes.

But his intuition told him that the Demon Hand was different from the newly promoted rank like the Guild Master; he must be a veteran powerhouse.

Just as he was wondering what to do and was about to retreat, the evil hand inside the house suddenly spoke up: "Come in."

Ronan immediately dared not make any rash moves.

He wasn't sure if this meant he was being invited inside, or if there were other people hiding around.

However, he soon found out the answer.

He sensed that the pressure of his spiritual energy had increased slightly, then immediately disappeared.

It was obvious that the other party already knew his location.

So Ronan simply activated his mental domain and stepped out from his hiding place.

A sweep of the mental realm revealed the entire situation inside the house.

He saw a middle-aged man in a trench coat sitting on the sofa in the living room, with the manager wrapped up like a rice dumpling at his feet.

Ronan had seen this person before; it was during the day, and the location was at the government affairs section of the Adventurers' Guild hall.

The devil's hand was in front of Ronan at that time.

It seems he was also looking for the manager's address at the time.

Ronan understood.

"Is it Bai Ye?" the Demon Hand asked.

Ronan's heart skipped a beat, but he remained outwardly calm and nodded, saying, "It's me."

"That's perfect, saves me the trouble of looking for you again." The Demon Hand looked delighted. "Sorry, I don't have much patience."

""

"Then————"

The Demon Hand cleared his throat, took out a piece of paper, and read aloud, "Regarding the series of violations by Morgan, the manager of the Moonless City Adventurers' Guild branch, I will announce the following punishment decision—"

"Manager Morgan deliberately concealed orders from his superiors and committed multiple crimes. He is now under arrest and trial, and the final decision will be made by his direct superior agency at a later date."

Ronan was a little confused.

What orders did the manager conceal that sound more serious than the crime he committed?

"Adventurer Baiye, thanks to your timely reporting of the pollution information related to Wuyue City, the organization has been able to avert significant losses—"

"By decision of the higher authorities, your adventurer rank has been raised to senior adventurer, and you have been granted temporary decision-making authority by the Moonless City Adventurers' Guild branch."

Temporary decision-making power —

Isn't this dividing up the power of the managers?

Ronan secretly wondered if this was what the managers were hiding.

"In addition, you will be granted admission to the Elemental Academy of Disordered Light and Void."