The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 295 (True) Chapter 292 Reaction (replace the order with the previous one)
Just as a member of the British royal family's affair can become known to the whole world, and a scandal in a white house can become a joke on the streets, for those with certain resources, there are no absolute secrets in this era.

Especially when the relevant news involves their own major interests, their sense of smell is sensitive enough to put all paparazzi to shame.

It was only a few days before the Halloween incident occurred. When the media reporters had just led their teams to set up stalls, set up long guns and short cannons, and launched a chase and interception against the police station and the city government, other special guests had already passed through various or Overt or covert channels entered New Orleans...

On a low slope in the coastal area, a simple two-story building faces the beach, quietly overlooking the red setting sun.

Unlike most coastal tourist cities, due to the city's low-lying natural terrain prone to waterlogging and the Gulf of Mexico hurricanes that regularly visit every year, the occupancy rate of sea-view villas in the "Entertainment City" is not too high, and most properties The owner only uses it as a vacation cabin for occasional stays.

Today, the dimly flickering lights in the house indicate the fact that the owner has returned.

"Your Excellency the Chief Priest..." In the clean and spacious bedroom on the second floor, a brown-haired woman with horns hanging from her waist pushed the door in, bowed to the figure sitting at the tea table on the balcony, and handed over a stack of printed documents. The paper is presented respectfully.

"All the information has been sorted out, please take a look."

The tender holly branches twine around each other between the fingers, gradually weaving into a five-pointed star embedded in the ring. The light blue juice oozing out from the broken parts seems to be alive, and it climbs up to form an ancient talisman the size of a grain of rice. arts.

"You can recite whatever you want." The figure continued the work he was doing slowly, raising his head slightly, revealing the graceful face of a middle-aged woman like the full moon.

"How can a group of weak psychics and alchemists compete with us? Not to mention those cultists who are not on the stage, do they really think they have a chance to make a comeback?"

"What's even better is that we also belong to the witch faction in a broad sense. Didn't Fiona once formally extend an invitation and try to extend her hand... Now it's only natural that we take the initiative to come over and offer to help guard."

She stood up holding the cup, her eyes full of excitement, and her tone sounding like she was in control.

After a while, she slowly put down the rune, her chest rising and falling violently.

With such a vibrant mood, she dared to swear on her honor that the new [Lord] was definitely not over thirty years old!
A few years ago, after my sixty-fifth birthday, I spent a lot of precious materials and cooperated with the ceremony to get promoted. Which one is higher and which one is lower, which one is better and which one is worse is simply self-evident.

The middle-aged woman took a breath, picked up a cup of herbal tea to replenish magic power, and said proudly:

"...What did you say? It turned out to be...bastard!" Following the words on the other side, a cloud suddenly formed on the woman's face, her expression gradually distorted, and broken words came out from between her teeth.

No matter how jealous she is, the priority is always clear. Such a young and powerful person is certainly worthy of serious friendship. She picked up the newly completed work, "Materials, potions... Bring the blessing garland with you, and you must show it." The sincerity of our denomination.”

If they refuse, the officials will take advantage of the situation and let us take root on the grounds that the local area is in urgent need of high-end force for guarding.

"Besides our Wicca sect, among the organizations that have come, who can come up with a [Lord level] to fill the void left by the shrinking power of the witches."

She smiled proudly, straightened her waist, opened a jewelry box, and inlaid pieces of amber, amethyst, and turquoise on the nearly completed magical instrument.

The middle-aged woman changed the subject and said coldly:
"According to the accurate information, excluding Fiona who needs to take charge of the overall situation and cannot be distracted, the remaining mentors of the sisterhood were either seriously injured in the attack and must recuperate for a long time, or they are too old to take action at all."

Before she finished speaking, the woman's body suddenly trembled, as if she had been electrocuted. She looked in a certain direction in surprise, and didn't even notice that half of the tea in her hand was spilled.

Suppressing her turbulent emotions, the middle-aged woman hurriedly ordered: "Quick, go check and find the respected... it should be Mr., prepare a generous gift to visit."

Obscure incantations echoed, and on the green wreath, the solemn shadow of antlers loomed.

At this moment, a golden rune on the table lit up. The middle-aged woman raised her palm and signaled her subordinates to wait. She picked it up and put it to her ear to activate the communication technique.

Speaking of the pleasure, she couldn't help but grin, "This reason is fair and aboveboard, unless they can find a [Lord level] strong man as a foreign aid now, haha..."

"...In addition to us, the Seance Society, the Rosicrucian Society, and several factions of Satanism also sent people to come and have private contact with the officials."

"Who is breaking through the lordship? Or which force is it...?" Feeling the dense and awe-inspiring aura there, like the morning sun, and tasting the youthful vitality in it, the envy, jealousy, and hatred in her heart almost... To overflow.

"Blessed by the horned god Senanos, this is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I have already communicated with some powerful people at the top of the government. The federal commissioner should be coming to discuss at this moment, and 'request' them to send a [Lord level] Support the aftermath.

"Hmph, these are just some losers, but they dare to take advantage." The woman raised the corner of her mouth mockingly.

"Your Excellency, Chief Priest, apart from the garland, what else should be prepared in the gift list..." The brown-haired woman carefully continued the topic.

"Get ready!" Her question seemed to light a firecracker, and more than a dozen steel knife-like wind blades were inserted into it, tearing the garland on the table into pieces together with the surrounding furniture and furnishings!

The furious roar was restrained by an invisible barrier and surged back and forth in the room. "Those shameless guys, in order to win over others, even apprentices would shamelessly push them into men's beds, right?"

……

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Outskirts, by Lake Pontchartrain.

A white handkerchief gently wiped the sweat on his forehead, showing a bit of panic in his movements.

The blond man in a blue-black formal suit coughed slightly and hesitantly confirmed to the woman in front of him again:
"Your Excellency Fiona, do you mean that the one just now...is an honorary member of the Witch Sisters?" The muscles on his face twitched, trying his best to resist the desire to refute.

The blond man murmured to the agent beside him and swallowed, "But he seems to be a male..."

Stretching her fingers to stroke the few extra strands of silver on her temples, Fiona looked at him with a sullen face and glared at him fiercely.

"Nonsense, what is a woman looking for if she doesn't look for a man? Go and see where he lives now? That's my apprentice's friend!

'Friend' you understand! "

She pointed at a petite figure in the distance, her tone extremely irritable.

"The young people all live together. I said he is an honorary member. Do you still have any questions?"

She snorted coldly and began to wave to see the guests off, "As you can see, the sisterhood is quite powerful. Please come back quickly."

The blond man murmured and wanted to say something else, when a big hand reached out from his side and grabbed his arm tightly.

The gray-haired man with a razor-sharp face glanced at his colleagues, put on an apologetic smile, and pulled the special envoy to leave.

"Director Gordon, although you are the head of the local special investigation bureau, this matter is a decision from above. How can you let it go lightly? The witches are obviously sick and seek medical treatment. Who knows what they say is true? It’s fake, you have to verify it…”

Sitting down on the spacious seat of the carriage, the blond envoy muttered angrily.

"Don't get into trouble, man." Gordon patted him on the shoulder, took out his cell phone and started dialing.

"Should I sneak into the other person's bedroom and secretly install a camera to verify it? Anyway, it's enough to know that their relationship is very close. I don't want to offend a strong man with a promising future in a daze."

As an official veteran, he really wanted to open up. Although the intelligence showed that they didn't seem to have reached that stage yet, who could tell clearly about the young men and women?
Sometimes all you need is a glass of wine, a movie, and a half-true joke. This is the age when hormones are abundant... The old man entering the second half of his life recalled his youth and answered the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Milhaud, I would like to ask if you have time to choose your mission reward today?" He thought quickly in his mind and tried to organize his words so that his tone would not sound so deliberate.

"Oh, you gave it to the [Fountain of Youth]? Sorry, I didn't make it clear. That's the basic reward. You bravely protected a large number of citizens that night and killed several powerful monsters. According to the regulations, we have to pay You pay extra…”

Watching the convoy leave, Fiona let out a heavy breath, turned her gaze to the summoned apprentice, and pursed her lips into a thin line, speechless for a while.

Madison was heartbroken by her look and shrank her neck. The messy golden hair on her head from days of hard work fluttered in the wind.

"Are you tired?" The old witch said expressionlessly, "I'll give you a day off. Go back and rest. Just remember..."

She explained calmly: "Don't run around, just stay at home for the whole day."

Sitting in the car, the golden-haired girl was still dizzy. It wasn't until she drove a long way away that she finally regained consciousness.

"The President's eyes are really strange, as if he has seen it before somewhere?"

Madison racked his brains and thought hard for a long time, but in the end it was in vain.

If she could remember that visit to a breeding farm as a child, she would probably understand

——The feeling of hope and emotion is clearly the owner's arrogance when he sees the little fat pig coming out, hoping to sell it for a good price!

(End of this chapter)