Chapter 47: The Mad Hatter and Doctor Trick

Ron felt it was necessary to work a bit harder on maintaining his kind and virtuous image in front of his superiors.

This would be helpful for future promotions, pay raises, and reducing any suspicions directed at him.

After all, that wretched Mother Goddess had bestowed upon him the title of "Compassionate Chosen One." Although he chose not to equip it, the youth was still unsure whether others could discover it.

Hmph, and still playing dumb in front of me!

Yet this was also a good thing. At the very least, such a cheeky attitude indicated that he had not been tainted by an evil god; other people simply couldn't fake being this shameless.

Rolling her eyes in resignation, Olivia lifted her high-heeled knee-high boots, kicked aside the tomb of Aleka standing at the very front, and dragged out the corpse, which had been tortured beyond recognition.

She gave a particularly heavy glance at the lower half of the body, now stained crimson with blood.

"......"

She looked silently at Ron, as if saying: Did you do this too?

For some reason, the blond youth suddenly felt the tension of a bad student being caught red-handed by a teacher, and he hurriedly explained:

"President, I was fighting opponents above my rank, so it's only normal that the battle was a bit fierce..."

Before Ron could finish his sentence, he suddenly heard a majestic voice let out a sarcastic chuckle:

"Oh, come off it. Fighting above your rank means a high-talented mage forcibly elevating their own strength to match the enemy's level, barely defeating them in the end."

"As for you, kid, you most likely weakened the enemy, lowered their rank, and then shamelessly won the fight."

"You're cut from the same cloth as a certain bastard wand!"

Who is speaking?!

Hearing someone expose his dirty secrets, Ron twitched the corner of his mouth and quickly looked toward the direction of the voice.

Yet upon looking, he froze in place.

Because the voice exposing his secrets was actually coming from a classic wizard-style soft-pointed hat.

At that moment, it was perched on Olivia's head, its wide mouth gaping as it incessantly made noise.

"Shut up, you idiot hat! We were talking about this virgin, why are you dragging me into this?"

"Who doesn't know that your head is completely empty under that brim, and the knowledge you spout is just made up on the spot?"

"What's wrong with weakening the enemy? Just tell me whether it counts as fighting above my rank or not!"

Who are you calling a virgin?!

What's wrong with being a virgin? Did virgins eat the rice in your house?

Ron's temples twitched fiercely as he stared in astonishment at the wand held in Olivia's hand—made of pitch-black ebony with a blood-red gemstone embedded at the tip.

At this moment, the wand also had its mouth open, spouting contemptuous and despicable taunts.

For some reason, seeing these two fellows made Ron extremely angry, and he had an instinctive urge to watch them argue until the sky turned dark.

"Center your mind and meditate. Don't let them influence you!"

Olivia bent her finger and flicked Ron's golden-haired head.

With a crisp *thud*.

The youth finally covered his forehead, his profound blue eyes instantly snapping back to clarity.

"President, these are..."

Could these also be cursed objects?

Ron instinctively guessed in his heart, although he had only joined the Stardust Society a few days ago, and the only similar item he had encountered was the "Brain-Swap Scalpel."

Yet this hat and wand were simply too bizarre; rather than cursed objects of terror, he was almost willing to guess they were magical artifacts of wonder.

Hearing this, a smile curved the corners of Olivia's lips as she explained without hiding anything:

"This is Mr. Mad Hat, and his sealed designation is 0-32."

"He claims to be omniscient and omnipotent, but in reality, he's utterly useless. Sometimes, just to save face, he will fabricate knowledge and intelligence."

She pointed to the pointed soft hat on her head, then shook the wand in her hand.

"This is Dr. Trick, and her sealed designation is 0-23."

"She claims to be the 'Master of the Depths,' but in reality, she's equally useless, because whenever you ask for her advice, she will only offer you the most despicable ideas."

As soon as Olivia finished speaking, her complexion paled slightly, and immediately afterward, Ron heard two exasperated voices chime in.

"Shut up, you unwanted old maid!"

"You said it all, what's left for us to say?"

This...

Ron nodded and did not continue asking.

Because he understood Olivia's hint: these two bickering, comedian-like fellows seemed far from simple.

The black-haired woman had spoken with great skill just now. It seemed like she had said everything, yet at the same time, she had said nothing at all.

She merely left a vacuum for him to let his imagination run wild.

These two fellows—the more I know about them, the easier it is for me to run into danger, right? And earlier, Olivia didn't let me argue with them either. Does it mean danger only triggers when you establish a conversational link with them?

Recalling what had just happened, Ron couldn't help but sigh inwardly; the job of an investigator was truly quite dangerous.

One could easily fall into a trap without even realizing it.

"Ahem, as you can see, the two of them will constantly undermine each other. When kept together, they're actually much less dangerous."

Patting Ron's shoulder consolingly, the black-haired woman's pretty fox-like eyes blinked at the youth, and then she took the lead and headed toward the canyon.

She tapped the "Mr. Mad Hat" on her head, shook the "Dr. Trick" in her hand, and said in an extremely exaggerated tone:

"So this is where the divine miracle is?"

"Hidden so well, no wonder I circled around for a long time and couldn't find it."

As soon as her voice fell, Ron heard "Mr. Mad Hat" chime in with a jeer:

"Old maid, that's just because you're stupid! I, the great Mr. Mad Hat, reminded you long ago!"

"Shut up, you idiot hat! Without me, Dr. Trick, showing the way, based on your fabricated intelligence, we would have been lost in the mountains ages ago!"

As soon as those two fellows finished speaking, Ron saw Olivia nod in confirmation, and then she turned to him with a smile:

"Investigator Gandalf, are there any other people there?"

The afternoon sunlight pierced through the layers of clouds, casting a golden glow across the black-haired woman's profile. Her delicate skin exuded a rosy radiance, and fine peach fuzz fluttered in the gentle breeze.

Her amber eyes resembled a tiger fixating on its prey, her long black hair billowed in the wind, and a faint scent of peaches drifted into the youth's nostrils.

The blond youth froze for a moment, his face blushing slightly as he shook his head.

Seeing this, Olivia raised her right hand into a fist, lifted it toward the sky, and then swung it rapidly downward.

"To dare abduct my employee—don't they know he's under my protection!?"

The massive pressure of the wind caused the dozens-meter-tall giant trees to sway frantically, their thick trunks emitting agonizing groans of creaking wood.

In an instant, flames fell from the sky. The withered weeds and tree trunks were the first to catch fire, and were then blown scatter-shot by the tremendous wind pressure.

The blond youth's body was likewise swept into the air, and he clung tightly to Madame President's long legs, his head unable to stop itself from tilting upward.

First of all, Ron had to admit that he was not trying to take advantage of the situation.

Tipping his head slightly to bypass the northern and southern hemispheres, the blond youth saw countless blazing meteor showers plunging from the sky, completely obliterating the stronghold below.

At that moment, Ron thought it looked utterly badass.

However, he had a lingering feeling that he had forgotten something.