Chapter 57: What If I’m Worried They Can’t Beat You

Chapter 57: What If I’m Worried They Can’t Beat You

It seemed the Foxes who often hung around near the office were actually scouting the place.

The two sisters talked quite a bit more about the Foxes afterwards. Ocris seemed to know little about the shady dealings among wizards, but Helen knew a lot.

“Sis, not only are the wizards at the academy afraid of the Foxes, even the Mystery Office at the Ministry of Magic pays protection money on time every month…” Helen boasted, acting not ashamed but rather proud.

“Protection money?!” Ocris and Louis exchanged a glance, both looking at Helen with strange expressions.

If Blackhorn Alley was a place where filth gathered, then this Mystery Office that meddled in everything was practically half a police station, and Trif was half a police chief.

A bunch of girl delinquents coming to a police station to collect protection money?

“Did I hear that right?” Ocris was utterly shocked. “I’ve been at the academy for so long, how come I never heard about this?”

Helen rolled her eyes. “What do you know? Hey hey hey, sis don’t pinch me! I’ll talk, I’ll talk, alright…”

Amidst the commotion, the little delinquent Helen spilled some ‘underworld’ secrets.

Originally, the Foxes never bothered the office—after all, it was a legitimate government agency.

The key point was, Trif was an old pervert. Using his position as office director, he often took his Agents around to flirt and chase women. He’d even ask the little foxes if they wanted to be stars.

Then he ran into Lilith—a huge headache. She really was exceptionally suited to be a big star.

That was when Trif realized that the Red Fox Den wasn’t just a local power in Blackhorn Alley, but also had deep connections within the Ministry of Magic—powers he couldn’t afford to mess with.

Trif knew he’d stepped on someone he shouldn’t have and wanted to back off. But the other side wasn’t willing to let him go—even now, all the Agents’ videos of their strip dances were still held by those Foxes.

To settle things peacefully, the office started paying protection money—not a lot, just half of the office’s finances.

However, Director Trif actually wished the amount could reach one hundred percent, because the Foxes actually gave kickbacks!

And all the accounts were done so clearly, even a fox couldn’t find a single loophole!

Much more clever than Director Trif’s previous embezzlement methods.

Director Trif discovered a whole new world this way. Back and forth, the two sides actually built up a decent and quite solid relationship—of course, this mainly had to do with the Agency’s dark secrets being held by the Foxes, and more and more of them.

So the office bought all sorts of strange, fake, and shoddy Artifact products from the Foxes at high prices every month—they were already piled up in the office, including Wands.

The office’s Agents hadn’t been seen for a month, and last month’s payment hadn’t been settled either.

“So Lilith is coming to collect the protection money tomorrow?” Ocris said, shocked.

She never imagined the politicians at the Ministry of Magic could be so dirty and corrupt. Nor did she expect the Special Affairs Office to be so spineless!

Helen widened her eyes, realizing she had let the cat out of the bag—they had originally planned to use this to scare Louis. To make him obedient.

“No, no, sis, they’re just purely coming to find me to play. Director Trif isn’t even here, what accounts would they be collecting?”

Ocris felt relieved—it sounded quite reasonable.

After hearing this, Louis finally understood. So this protection money… it was here—he hadn’t expected the office to actually owe them protection money.

“All clean, so white.” Helen patted Louis’s feet and laughed.

Ocris brushed the hair from her forehead with the back of her hand, finished drying Louis’s feet, and said, “Alright, Louis, go to sleep.”

“Good, you two sleep early too.” Louis smiled, pinched both Helen and Ocris’s cheeks once each, then looked at the two sisters under their utterly stunned gazes and said with a smile, “Good night.”

A crack of lightning flashed outside the window, the wind howled, and a sudden downpour pattered noisily.

Ocris, feeling dizzy, nearly fell into Helen’s arms.

[What’s this? I knew there was something wrong with sis’s hypnosis, hmph. She just wanted to wash Louis’s feet and always wants to kiss him, it must be like that, hmph.]

Helen blinked, straightened her posture, and said, “Good night.”

That night Ocris had a dream. She dreamed she successfully hypnotized Louis. He stared with wide-open eyes, unable to move, looking at her pitifully.

She pinched his cheek harshly and laughed.

‘You naughty bad student, let me teach you a lesson properly…’

Yet Louis seemed to be pretending. In her panic and confusion, he pulled her over…

His strength was immense!

Extremely powerful…

Like a hot branding iron!

So hot…

When she woke up in the middle of the night, Ocris bit her lip, her face so red it was about to drip water. Her legs tightly clamped around a pillow, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

She had actually dreamed about that bad student again…

…

The next morning, Louis got up especially early.

Sure enough, that silly girl Helen was still sleeping inside her room, not taking last night’s events to heart. But Ocris had gotten up very early, having already swept the floor and made breakfast. She looked like she planned to leave early.

‘Look at her red eyes. She should have been so touched after receiving my ‘good night’ that she didn’t sleep well last night, right?’ Looking at the tidy living room, Louis felt very pleased. ‘Her Highness the Princess is becoming more and more motivated under my encouragement, full of energy every day.’

While brushing his teeth in the washroom, Louis paid attention to the sounds in the living room, planning to sit down and have breakfast with her later and have a chat.

But when Louis leisurely walked out of the washroom with a towel draped over his shoulder, Ocris was already by the door arranging her black thigh-high socks, ready to put on her high heels.

She looked up and saw Louis actually walking over. Her body stiffened slightly, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at Louis, yet her little finger trembled. Her face also turned slightly red.

Clearly, she was feeling a bit embarrassed. The events of the past few days had left this princess a little overwhelmed.

Then, she saw Louis half-squat down, pick up a cloth, and gently start wiping her high heels.

A buzzing sound filled Ocris’s head. She nearly fainted on the spot, wondering if she was dreaming. She couldn’t help but think of last night’s dream again. Biting her lip, her face flushed, she looked at Louis, her eyes about to well up with tears.

The other high heel, not yet worn, was also wiped clean. She watched as Louis actually picked up her foot, put the shoe on her for her. At that moment, feeling the large, warm hand on her foot, Ocris felt dizzy, her mind going blank, her heart almost leaping out of her chest.

‘He really wiped my shoes. Am I not dreaming?!’

“Done.” Ocris saw Louis stand up, revealing an incredibly charming gentlemanly smile. Then he patted her back, like a big brother, and said, “Go on, don’t be late.”

When Ocris went downstairs, her head was still spinning. She couldn’t help but look back at Louis standing at the door.

She suddenly felt immensely excited, as if she had received a great reward. She couldn’t help but give Louis a happy smile.

Louis responded with a smile: “Keep it up, be good.”

“Mhm!”

Seeing Ocris’s flushed face actually nod and say “Mhm!” Louis smiled broadly. He waved his hand and closed the door.

Ocris waved and went downstairs, happy as a little deer. Her mind began to wander.

She even had a very strange thought—maybe next time she should just boldly bring the foot-washing water over and wash Louis’s feet?

And then, listen to him praise her…

Wait… wait a minute?

Ocris remembered what Yingling once told her—for those people whom you bully so much they don’t want to play with you anymore, occasionally give them a little treat, satisfy some of their small wishes. Slowly, they’ll start to like the feeling of being bullied by you, like little puppies.

So… so I’m the little puppy?!

Ocris almost fainted from anger!

[After being praised by you, your mentor’s mood seems to have improved, but her hostility level towards you seems to be getting higher and higher, currently nearing 89%…]

‘See, so sensitive to praise. As if I have any bad intentions.’

Louis shook his head and sat down at the dining table. He checked the time and saw Helen still hadn’t gotten up. So he went to gently knock on Helen’s door.

Helen’s weak voice came through the door. “I-I’m sick, Louis. You go ahead in the morning. I’ll come over at noon.”

Louis blinked, thinking to himself, ‘It couldn’t be that I was too much yesterday, making this girl genuinely worry herself sick, could it?’

“Do you want me to stay home and take care of you?” Louis asked with concern. “Where does it hurt? I’ll get you some medicine.”

“No, no, I’ll be fine after some sleep. You hurry up and go, clock in for me. Don’t be late.”

[What do I do? Where did my newly bought maid outfit and stockings go, hmph! (Angrily throwing things) I spent over two hundred Gold Galleons specifically to invite Big Sis Lilith to handle this personally. She said she’s only free today. If we can’t make it in time later, and if Louis doesn’t wear the maid outfit and dance, what should we do…]

[Also, where’s my recording Crystal Ball? Where’s the invisibility cloak my dad gave me… Hmph hmph…] A series of angry, thudding sounds came from the room.

Hearing Helen’s little thoughts, Louis fell into deep thought.

‘You little brat, and here I was worried about you. But what kind of friends are you hanging out with? 200 Gold Galleons?! You silly girl, are they just using you as their little wallet?’

Louis recalled many things Helen had muttered in her thoughts last night.

It seemed Helen had been treated like a little lackey—but silly Helen couldn’t tell. She thought they were all good friends.

‘You little brat, Helen, who are you making friends with normally? Spending money on them, letting them treat you as their little follower—that’s basically treating you like a piggy bank. The so-called ‘showing you the world’ means taking you out to commit extortion?’

Louis grew even more curious about Helen’s ‘good girlfriends’.

He packed the breakfast to eat on the way. “I’ll head out first then.”

Helen was bringing her little friends over to play today. He had to tidy up the office first and give them a good welcome so they could all have fun.

Just as Louis was about to open the door and leave, Helen’s door suddenly opened. Helen, looking pale and weak, feebly waved at Louis. Louis went to her room and saw Helen lying sickly on the bed—the room was a mess. This girl paid attention to detail when acting.

“Louis, oh, I-I cough cough, I probably can’t go this morning. If Li… cough, if the Foxes come to collect protection money this morning, don’t you dare provoke them, alright? I’m afraid, I’m afraid they can’t beat… I’m afraid you can’t beat them.”

“Don’t worry, Helen. Why would I fight them—they’re here to collect a debt today?”

“I don’t know, Louis.” Helen blinked, looking utterly innocent. “They’re just coming to find me to play. If I go late, just entertain them for a bit.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you properly host your sisters.” Louis said with a gentle smile.

This girl needed some proper discipline.

‘Big Sis? Interesting.’