Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength-Chapter 503 - 500: The Knowledge of Taking a Seat

What’s going on? Are you kidding?

Can the leader of the heretic magicians also attend this meeting?

If Ronar’s memory isn’t failing him, this Bapulor guy is definitely marked as a dangerous individual by the Grid side and is even currently wanted, right?

Ronar still tends to trust the investigator who is in charge of checking at the entrance.

Since Bapulor made it through their check and the "Scrolls Study Club" on the ground, it’s likely that he was really invited to come here.

So... what exactly is going on?

Ronar’s mind was in turmoil, yet as Bapulor walked into the meeting room, his gaze swept the area and soon locked onto Ronar, who was sitting on the right.

With a ’please don’t come over here’ expression on Ronar’s face,

this leader of the heretic cult, seemingly oblivious to anything amiss, walked over to him with a smile.

They were both seated in the front row, right beside Ronar to his right.

Bapulor immediately greeted him:

"Mr. Ronar, what a coincidence!"

"You’re here today as well~~"

"..."

Facing Bapulor’s move, Ronar really felt like he had run into big trouble.

With cautious movements, he glanced around the meeting room using the corner of his eye.

Bapulor’s identity seemed to be well kept secret; although some noticed this new man sitting in the front row, most didn’t pay him further attention.

Only the chief of the Investigation Bureau, who seemed to tilt his head slightly in this direction during his nap, and the leading clergyman from the church began to observe Bapulor with a smile.

Then the heretic magician leader politely controlled his volume and waved to the leaders of the church and the investigation bureau:

"Both of you, long time no see huh—"

"..."

With such warm greetings from Bapulor, the church and the investigators were caught off guard.

They clearly recognized the identity of the heretic magician leader.

But for some reason, they were unable to move against him in this venue.

So, turning their attention away, they began whispering instructions to the clergy and investigators, no longer looking in Bapulor’s direction.

Faced with this situation, Bapulor nodded in satisfaction.

Then he spoke to Ronar:

"It seems I’m still quite welcome by everyone, right?"

"..."

"How... how did you get here?"

Ronar, looking at the heretic magician with a smug face as if he had achieved some significant victory, couldn’t help but ask, "If I remember correctly, you’re supposed to be on bad terms with Springs, aren’t you?"

Bapulor’s expression was serious as he immediately answered Ronar’s question:

"Relations like that, they can always be improved."

Ronar looked skeptical:

"What has happened that allowed you to improve relations with Springs?"

"..."

"It hasn’t happened yet."

"Then why are you telling me this!"

"I’m just indicating that possibility, don’t get so worked up, Ronar."

Pressured by Ronar’s relentless questioning, Bapulor finally scratched his head and answered:

"Actually, it was Dantrian who invited me over, and he even made it clear in the invitation that this matter is very important, even relevant to any group within the entire mystical society."

"With my deep understanding of duty, of course, I had to come."

Ronar took a serious look at the man before him.

After sizing him up for a good three or four breaths, Ronar had to admit that this guy really wasn’t right in the head:

"You really have the nerve to come..."

Bapulor seemed to take Ronar’s comment as a compliment, so he smiled with a combination of pride and modesty:

"Hahaha, you flatter me—"

"..."

Conversing with a cult magician was indeed a headache.

After a few words, Ronald too imitated the Chief Director of the Investigative Bureau, narrowing his eyes and pretending to nap in his seat.

Only then did he manage to escape from Bapulor’s bizarre conversation.

Time continued to pass as they waited, and nobody seemed to want to sit near Ronald or Bapulor.

There was half an hour left until the meeting time.

This delicate situation was finally interrupted.

At the entrance of the meeting room, a beautiful Caster, carrying an umbrella in one hand, entered. She didn’t bother to look around at the other people in the room, and upon entering, she walked determinedly toward the front row.

And that was when she noticed Ronald.

Without any hesitation, she sat next to Ronald on his left and greeted him in a friendly tone:

"Ronald, good evening."

"Alya?"

Hearing this voice, Ronald opened his eyes and looked over.

The one who dared to sit next to him under these circumstances, was none other than Alya, the powerful Caster from the White Shore Castle incident, who alone had shattered a hill with a spell!

"You’re here too?"

Alya placed her umbrella horizontally on her lap and then nodded in response:

"Her Majesty the Queen invited me, so naturally, I had to come."

"But I must say, I didn’t expect that, Ronald, you seem to have a good relationship with this cult magician."

Finally having someone to talk to, Bapulor couldn’t hide his excitement and immediately butted in:

"Ronald is a really nice guy, even treated me to tea once."

Alya, however, let out a cold laugh and raised an eyebrow:

"Oh—is that so?"

"You brain-dead fool, probably just deluded yourself into clinging to him, do you know how much trouble that causes?"

Bapulor immediately argued back:

"How can that be, Ronald and I are good friends!"

"Besides, when people see me getting close to a Caster, they’ll just think I’m plotting to frame someone again. It won’t cause any trouble."

"..."

Oh, so this isn’t your first time, huh!

In that moment, Ronald really wanted to leap up and punch Bapulor.

But the argument between Bapulor and Alya had already drawn the attention of most people in the room, and acting out would only make things worse.

No, maybe it’s better to put it another way.

Whatever Ronald did now was probably wrong. Even remaining silent was, in itself, a mistake.

Getting tangled up with this cult magician leader.

It could certainly be counted as one of his biggest mistakes.

"You two, I’d suggest you keep your voices down."

At that moment, a hearty voice sounded from behind the three, causing Bapulor and Alya to shut up at the same time, while also salvaging the increasingly worsening situation.

Ronald turned his head to look.

The spy master of Entrode, Larraye, was now sitting behind him, his face beaming with a smile. When Ronald’s gaze met his, the other man even waved friendly to greet him!

Though this guy wasn’t any good person, being able to help him out of trouble...

Wait a minute!

In that instant, Ronald shuddered with realization.

He didn’t even turn his head, just reviewed the situation of those around him in his mind.

Cult magician, empire spy, dangerous original text owner...

The seat he was now occupying.

Might there be some kind of technical issue?

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