Ronald and Mou Li arrived at the library’s underground together.
As soon as they reached the research group’s transit point, the seriousness of tonight’s summoning was imdiately apparent to Ronald.
Compared with the peace and quiet above ground.
The building’s underground section was fully secured.
Let alone key junctions like corners or halls, even common corridors had investigators pacing back and forth every few ters.
Ronald’s earlier estimates had been a bit off.
Dantrian hadn’t been hubristic enough to neglect security just because he was powerful; it was just that the most elite defensive forces had been arranged to be in the library’s underground.
With such a level of defense...
Tonight’s vigilance at the "Book Research Group" was even more formidable than the last ti at White Shore Castle!
Mou Li’s deanor began to change gradually as she noticed Ronald’s gaze and reactions. While walking forward, the girl called out to Ronald in a sowhat low voice:
"Ronald, let’s go."
"Mhm..."
Sensing the change in Mou Li’s deanor, Ronald realized the young girl’s dominant consciousness had shifted. He whispered back and walked alongside her.
Their destination was the tunnel where Laboratory Number One was located.
In addition to the most critical research departnts, the research group’s large eting rooms and transaction offices were also stationed here. After walking down the passage for about a hundred ters, the two turned left and pushed open the large doors of the office.
"Miss Mou Li, Mr. Ronald."
As soon as the door opened, the investigator guarding the entrance bowed in greeting.
This investigator’s pupils were a very distinctive purple color, within which one could sense the flow of Magic Power. Unless there was a mistake, this was likely the Spell responsible for checking those who entered.
While being scrutinized by the man in front of him, Ronald did not feel any magic touching him, only the man’s gaze wandering over him.
After roughly two breaths.
The man swiftly completed the check and then cleared the way for them to enter the eting room.
The eting room of Laboratory Number One was quite spacious.
The semicircular, amphitheater-like space was divided into a speaking platform and seats, ensuring that each seat had sufficient width and spacing, so even with hundreds of people present at once, there would be no issue.
After roughly circling around, Ronald finally asked:
"Mou Li, where should we sit?"
Mou Li promptly replied:
"I need to sit together with the research group later."
"As for you, Ronald... well, with your status, you can pick any spot in the second or first row; no one here tonight will be foolish enough to trouble you."
As the words fell.
Mou Li turned and walked towards a spot in the middle height of the eting room’s left side.
Following in the direction Mou Li headed, Ronald saw several research leaders of Hughes’ status already seated there, while not a single ordinary research assistant was visible.
Once Mou Li sat in the front of this group.
People imdiately started talking to her, then began discussing in low voices.
Indistinctly, it could be seen that under the assumption of her consciousness being the dominant, Mou Li was likely a figure of high status within the research group.
During this process, there were also continuous glances towards Ronald.
"..."
Ronald calmly accepted these gazes, and then seated himself in the first row on the right.
Although it wasn’t yet ti for the eting to officially start.
There were already quite a few people seated here.
Looking back at the eting room carefully.
Ronald found many familiar faces already there.
To the left under the "Book Research Group" banner, three nobles with platinum blonde hair sat in front, who were Swordsn from the Nicholas family, naly Patricia and her relatives.
While at the front row seats in the center of the eting room, Ronald saw the top of the Gred Mysterious Event Investigation Bureau, the three departnt heads sitting in the second row, who he had t once through social activities. And in front of these highly influential heads, there was a middle-aged man with his eyes squinted, taking a little rest.
To sit in front of the three departnt heads...
This must be the Chief Investigator of the Gred Mysterious Event Investigation Bureau.
At the sa ti, what concerned Ronald was the individual beside the Chief Investigator.
He wasn’t alone at the mont.
On both sides, there was a stern-faced maid and a young man with a sword at his waist, his expression ticulous and posture upright. Behind both of them sat their subordinates.
As for the space between Ronald and this group...
Old friends wearing uniform clergy attire, and smiling, were also here. Among them were Ronald’s acquaintances from the Three Spirits Hermitage, as well as senior clergy like bishops.
Nobles, the investigation bureau, the church, the royals’ direct staff...
This night, essentially all the bigwigs of the state’s mystical side were gathered here.
Of course, this didn’t an that these were the only people in the eting room. To Ronald’s right, the entire row of seats furthest from the platform also had Casters who didn’t belong to this circle.
Top Casters from other trading houses, representatives of academic factions...
People of these statuses were mostly seated here.
However, there was a difference between them and Ronald. These people generally only sat in the middle section towards the top, none of them like Ronald, who directly took a seat in either the first or second row.
Turning his head away from his observation, Ronald muttered softly in reflection:
"Looking at it this way, my current status really isn’t low..."
"..."
The people in the eting room were deliberately mindful of the volu of their voices.
So, it was relatively quiet here.
And as ti passed, those attending the eting gradually arrived. Other official institutions’ Casters filled the seats, and so powerful Casters or highly respected individuals from outside of Gred also began to show up.
Like the female Countess Letitia, who had a good relationship with Ronald, she sat in the first row to Ronald’s left after she entered the room and even specially greeted him.
Facing the eting room that was becoming more crowded and was even nearing a hundred people in scale.
Ronald pondered the possibilities behind this summoning.
Before entering the "Book Research Group," he had never imagined such a degree of summoning. These levels of Casters could form a siege-breaking strategic force by simply drawing out ten of them.
Her Majesty the Queen gathering all these people at the sa ti...
Could only be related to the important holiday, Harvest Day, right?
It was a pity that Ronald’s conjecture was soon overturned by the peculiar reality.
One hour before the eting was to start.
A man in a faded suit, carrying a box of nightti fried rice, made it through the check and then entered the eting room.
He certainly was a familiar face.
With just a glance, Ronald recognized the man’s identity.
The cult sorcerer—Bapulor!
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