The Most Arbitrary Wizard

The rich man looked at Pulente’s scorched and bloody face, his voice trembling.

"G-Governor... sir...?"

Pulente raised a hand, his voice weak. "Save... save me..."

"Get me out of here. I... I’ll give you ten million..."

"How could ten million be enough?"

Sean dusted off his hands and followed them through the hole in the wall, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You’re about to become the first re-elected Governor in the history of Siracle State. Your head has to be worth at least a few hundred million, right?"

"That’s right," Elise added, winking at Pulente. "How about this, Governor? You give me a billion, and I’ll plead with my Master on your behalf. I’ll try to make sure you suffer a little less. How does that sound?"

The rich man on the sofa was both shocked and furious. "You... how dare you lay a hand on the Governor?!"

"And now you’re trying to blackmail him?"

Sean glanced at him. "So what if we are?"

The rich man: "F-fine! You win!"

"Governor, I’m your most loyal supporter, but I just remembered my wife is having a baby today. I have to go check on her..."

"I’ll see you at the next speech."

"Goodbye, Governor!"

Pulente: "???"

The rich man shot up from the sofa and bolted out the door.

’That old bastard...’ COUGH COUGH... Pulente cursed as he coughed. ’Son of a beach. Once this election is over and I’m re-elected, I’m going to investigate that guy thoroughly!’

’A thorough investigation!’

Elise covered her mouth to hide a laugh. "It’s true what they say, the richer they are, the more they fear death."

Elvire tossed Eleanor a bottle of Forgetfulness Potion and said, "Go wipe his memory."

They wouldn’t harm an innocent person, but they didn’t want anyone remembering their faces either.

Eleanor nodded. "Yes, Lady of the House."

Sean, meanwhile, walked over to Pulente and crouched down beside him. "So, what’s it going to be, Governor?"

"Can we have a proper talk now?"

"Bah! Talk about my ass!"

Pulente was no spring chicken, but he was still a tough old bird. He tilted his head and spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, then turned to look Sean straight in the eye. "If you’ve got the guts, then kill me!"

Sean’s gaze was deep. "You think I don’t dare?"

Pulente’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly added, "I suggest you stop right here. I can let this slide. Otherwise, if the people backing me find out, you’ll all be in for more than you can handle!"

"Oh?" Sean’s interest was piqued. "Meaning, there’s someone above you?"

"Who is it? Do tell."

"You wouldn’t know them even if I told you."

Pulente said defiantly, "All you need to know is that even if you know the Truth Technique and can kill me, in front of them, all you could do is kneel and beg for mercy. With just a flick of their finger, they could crush you all."

Sean understood. "Ah, a Grand Mage?"

Pulente: "That’s right!"

"As a Wizard, you should know what those two words mean."

"Of course." Sean’s eyes narrowed into a smile. "It means distant water can’t put out a nearby fire."

Pulente: "?"

Sean continued, "Governor, I have a certain quality about me. I’ve got a good attitude, and I like to live in the moment. We’ll deal with the future when it comes. If I decide to kill you today, no one can stop me."

Pulente shuffled backward, wary. "I’m warning you, don’t do anything rash. You’ll regret it."

Sean grabbed his shoulder, holding him still. "Before I have any regrets, I can make you have them first."

Pulente: "..."

Then, Sean’s tone shifted, and he smiled. "But if the Governor is willing to cooperate, then none of us will have any regrets."

"Rather than mutual destruction, why not cooperate for a win-win, where everyone gets what they want?"

"The Governor is a smart man. You should know which to choose, right?"

Sean snapped his fingers. "Elise."

Elise: "Here."

"Go get the Governor a glass of Champagne. To celebrate our successful cooperation in advance."

"Yes, Master."

Pulente: "???"

’Wait, when did I agree to cooperate with you?’

He slapped Sean’s hand away, struggled up from the floor, and sat down on the sofa.

One must have an elegant posture when drinking Champagne.

"What is it you really want?" Pulente asked.

It seemed the Governor was finally willing to talk.

"Now that’s more like it," Sean said with a smile. "It’s nothing much, really. I just want to ask the Governor for a few small favors."

Pulente: "Hah."

’Small favors?’

’If they were truly small favors, would they need the Governor to get involved?’

Sean continued on his own, "First, I want the land the Florist Hospital is on."

"The feng shui of that place is pretty good. I’m thinking of building a few houses there."

Pulente: "..."

"So many people died there, and you’re calling the feng shui good?"

"I heard your Dawn Council killed those people yourselves. Aren’t you afraid those caretakers will turn into vengeful spirits and come looking for revenge?"

Sean chuckled. "It’s fine. I have a thing for vengeful spirits. Their bodies are see-through no matter what they’re wearing. How sensual."

Pulente: "?"

’Damn, he’s a pervert.’

In the next room, Elise’s ears perked up. ’Huh, Master likes them see-through?’

Elvire, however, shot Sean a glare, signaling him to be more serious.

Sean cleared his throat lightly and continued, "Second, we don’t care about the assets left behind by the Florist Family. You and your government team can take them over. We can even help you handle certain matters that might be inconvenient for you. But in return, I want 20% of the total profits from these assets. That’s not too much to ask, is it?"

Pulente looked at Sean without speaking.

"Governor, your Champagne." Elise returned with a glass.

Sean went on, "Third, with the Florist Family gone, the Church Court will probably send another family to manage Siracle State once the news gets back. But... Mr. Pulente, as the Governor of Siracle State, I believe you should be the true master of this place."

"What do you mean?"

Pulente’s brow furrowed. He had a feeling this wasn’t so simple.

He could smell a conspiracy in Sean’s words.

"My meaning is, I hope Mr. Pulente will petition his superiors to let him manage Siracle State himself. It would be better for all of us that way."

Sean said, "If that’s not possible, we can also sideline the new family."

"Even if the Church Court sends someone, it won’t be that fast. With your ability, Governor, plus help from our Dawn Council, it shouldn’t be difficult to gain control of all the local governments before then, right?"

Pulente: "?"

’It’s not that it would be difficult.’

’A Wizard Organization is like a gang, and he’s a political dignitary. If they worked together, it would be a collaboration between officials and criminals. Playing both sides, they could take complete control of Siracle State within half a year.’

But—

"Do you have any idea what that would mean?"

"It would mean betraying the Church Court!"

Defying the Church Court, sidelining the family they sent, and inevitably having to kill people from the Church Court in the process... Pulente gave Sean a deep look. "Who exactly gave you the nerve to do this?"

"Adelf?"

"You don’t need to worry about that."

Sean said, "You just need to answer ’good,’ or ’very good.’"

Pulente: "?"

’Good, my ass!’

"I refuse!"

Pulente said righteously, "I am completely loyal to the Church Court, and I am the ’Master’s’ most faithful believer! I will never betray the Church Court or my faith. You can forget about it!"

"Is that so?" Sean said playfully. "Governor, I ask you to search what’s left of your conscience and tell me, are you really the ’Master’s’ most loyal believer?"

Pulente: "Of course!"

Sean: "Then you must have a split personality?"

Pulente: "?"

’What the hell is this nonsense? What does this have to do with a split personality?’

’My mind is perfectly normal!’

"The Governor must still remember the words he spoke when he personally came forward to explain the plane crash to the public, right?" Sean walked behind him and sighed softly. "The Governor back then wasn’t nearly as clever as he is now."

The ability to turn an assassination attempt into a political bargaining chip—that kind of scheming and cunning was beyond the Pulente from before, the one whose flawed explanation of a plane explosion earned him a verbal lashing from the public.

A clever person can play the fool, but a true fool can rarely pretend to be clever.

"So, Governor."

"Your statements at that press conference... you made them deliberately unconvincing, didn’t you?"

"You said before that you didn’t want to kill us. So, if we look past the surface to the truth, who really died in that plane crash?"

"Or rather, whose people were they that died?"

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