79: Not very good at that...

"We'll see," Ronan said perfunctorily.

Now that he had enough points, the priority was to get his hands on the materials.

"And the second matter?"

"The second matter is..." Arabella suddenly became a bit bashful, but she quickly adjusted her mindset and said,

"Chairman Sharr wants me to join you in investigating that previous incident..."

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"Isn't that director or whatever already looking into it?" Ronan was puzzled; what could two outsiders like them find?

"He said that as the parties involved, we'd be more diligent in the investigation..." Arabella's voice grew weaker; clearly, she didn't believe that explanation herself.

But Ronan understood; this was what the chairman meant by "spending more time together."

Arabella took out an emerald-colored stone the size of a fingernail from her bosom and handed it to Ronan.

"This is the reward Chairman Sharr gave you. He said it might be useful to you."

Ronan reached out to take it, and immediately felt a rich aura of life from his hand.

As this life aura entered his body, it added a trace of vitality to his weak frame, along with a craving for food.

"What is this?"

He turned to pick up his water cup, intending to drink some water to alleviate his suddenly surging appetite.

"A misty stone. It can slowly strengthen the physical body."

A misty stone... He hadn't seen this on the market, and it wasn't on the exchange list either. Clearly, its value was not low.

Ronan looked puzzled. Although anyone could see his constitution was weak, why was this old man suddenly being so good to him?

"You..."

Arabella thought back to how he had been completely unmoved by her that night. Combined with the chairman's gift for strengthening the body, an answer began to form in her mind. She spoke up to confirm,

"Are you... not very good in that aspect?"

Pfft!

Ronan was halfway through drinking when he suddenly spat out half a cup of water.

"Don't talk nonsense here!"

He didn't even have time to wipe the water away before solemnly warning her.

"No?" Arabella looked over suspiciously, her face full of disbelief.

Slander! She's slandering me!

..."You said this thing is a reward? Does it refer to me investigating with you?"

After trying to calm himself down, Ronan asked.

"Yes. And Chairman Sharr said that we can request cooperation from other departments during the investigation."

Arabella pulled out a badge engraved with the representative symbol of the Arcane Arts Society—an Arcane Eye outlined with smooth lines.

Ronan only knew that this badge was called the chairmans order, and in the entire Arcane Arts Society, only the chairman could possess it.

"You mean to say that as long as we show this chairmans order during our investigation, everyone has to stand obediently and listen to us?"

My goodness, it's like an imperial gold medal; seeing the order is like seeing the person.

"It's not that powerful. It just indicates our identity."

"Isn't this the chairmans order?" Ronan was confused.

Did this Miss Secretary mix up the Secretariat Administrative Badge with the chairmans order?

If the chairman found out, at best it would be a work error; at worst, it would be impersonating the chairman.

"I'm the one who's always using the chairmans order."

Oh, then it's fine.

"Why use this to show identity? I don't have any identity."

"You do. Accepting the reward means you've accepted the mission. Once you accept the mission, you're mine."

Arabella seemed to realize the ambiguity in her words, her face instantly turning red as she continued,

"We are now a Special Operations Team directly under Chairman Sharr, specifically investigating what roles various departments played in this case."

"Is that what the chairman told you?"

Ronan's mind was full of confusion. What happened to "spending more time together"?

How did it turn into investigating a case?

Although the misty stone was indeed a very suitable reward for him.

He even felt that even if he did nothing, after some time, this body could return to the state of a normal person.

"This is the meaning I've grasped from the chairman's words, combined with my years of work experience." Arabella said as if it were only natural.

"Otherwise, why do you think he gave you that stone as a reward?"

"Fine. But before the investigation, I need to make some preparations."

Ronan planned to get the Constant Magic sorted first and exchange for a "Healing Spell" just in case, to make up for his shortcomings.

He had originally intended to continue "panning for gold in the muck" on the second or third floors to find some magical knowledge regarding healing.

But firstly, that would take too much time, and secondly, it wasn't really necessary.

In the book of magical knowledge, there were the original owner's "Twenty-Four Enhancement Plans for the Healing Spell." He could just use points to exchange for the "Healing Spell" directly; the enhancement plans were already available.

He found Darsi and gave him a list of materials and authorization to use his points.

He specifically emphasized that the permission to purchase the relevant materials had been granted by the chairman,

then he became a hands-off manager, waiting at his residence for the materials to be delivered.

Darsi was very happy that Ronan had given him this task. For administrative staff like him, there was a certain commission given back to them when they handled points for a student.

This was a rule written in black and white by the Academy, aimed at encouraging administrative staff to develop a sense of service toward students.

The Academy's tenet was that everything revolved around the student.

Only students could have codenames, while administrative staff could only be called by their names. Those of lower rank usually had to address students as Lord.

The material list Ronan provided, plus the "Healing Spell," would give Darsi a very generous commission.

This also almost exhausted all the points Ronan had earned.

But this was only temporary; the points would automatically increase again as the chapters updated.

He couldn't help but think how great it would be if wish power could recover like this too... The next day.

The door to room 761 was knocked on again.

Ronan was already packed and ready to go. Everything was prepared. He opened the door.

"I'm ready..."

He thought it was Arabella coming to meet him, but to his surprise, the one standing at the door was New Lord.

"Why is it you?" Ronan asked subconsciously.

"I had to go out for something yesterday. Why, is someone else coming?" New Lord asked, puzzled.

Seeing that Ronan didn't have his usual slovenly look from staying indoors all day, but was instead dressed sharply as if waiting for someone... New Lord felt something was very wrong.

"Are you..."

He was about to ask if Ronan was longing for love, but then a beautiful silhouette appeared behind him.

"Miss Secretary, hello." New Lord nodded politely.

He had delivered manuscripts for Ronan before and had met Arabella once.

It was said that she was the chairman's favorite, practically the chairman's incarnation within the Academy. New Lord didn't dare to offend her easily.

Arabella nodded politely to him.

Then, she looked at Ronan and said in an intimate tone,

"Are you all ready, darling?"

"Yeah, let's go."

Ronan nodded and gave a simple wave of farewell to New Lord.

New Lord stood there, completely stunned.

Wait, I was only gone for a day, and you two... Although you're both a perfect match of talent and beauty, still... Forget it, as long as the updates are guaranteed... New Lord stood there for a long time, finally convincing himself... "By the way, is it necessary to act this intimately?"

Arabella held Ronan's arm, and her large chest would rub against him from time to time, making him feel incredibly uncomfortable.

Can we even walk properly like this?

"You agreed to it yourself. I'd delay the investigation to give you time to prepare, and the price was to pretend to be lovers in public," Arabella said righteously.

"Didn't we say it was just a verbal thing to confuse the departments we're investigating?"

Ronan was starting to regret it.

This woman seemed intent on verifying her slanderous theory about him "not being good in that aspect," frequently making excessive moves.

"The people in those departments are as sharp as tacks. Who would believe us if we just said it?" Arabella argued.

"What, if they don't believe us, do we have to give them a kiss?" Ronan said, speechless.

Arabella's eyes immediately lit up. "Hey, that's a great idea!"

"You're a girl; can't you be a bit more reserved?"

"See! You really aren't good in that aspect!"

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