Chapter 1880 - 517: Mia Shows Her True Skills Upon Entering the Maze_2

Lady Serena's view was the same, and she was even more indulgent with Mia, letting Mia follow her own feelings.

The Padric family's eye for choosing men has never been lacking.

It is an older power than Demon God Bayele's rule, rooted in the bloodline of the Padric family's descendants.

In this regard, even the Melusine Family can't compare.

"Likes the work environment?"

Karamos chuckled, as if he had heard some amusing joke, the opened fan concealing the upward curve of his lips.

"I suspect she doesn't like the mountain of files there, but rather someone behind the teleportation array?"

The air fell silent for two seconds.

Festin, having been seen through, shrugged helplessly and finally put aside his father's reserve, sighing as he admitted.

"Alright, you really can't hide anything from your eyes."

Karamos smiled slightly, waiting for his old friend to continue.

Festin paused for a while, saying frankly.

"To be honest, that worry-free girl has indeed been charmed by some lucky rascal. And today, I brazenly came to trouble you for this matter, hoping you'd lend a hand."

Karamos elegantly folded the delicate black fan in hand, releasing a soft "swish" sound. He clasped his fingers at his smooth chin, a smile of unhidden interest appearing in his narrow eyes.

"Oh? Mr. Festin actually asking me for help, that's really a rarity in Demon City. Go ahead, how should I lend my aid?"

Since the words were already spoken, Festin no longer beat around the bush and laid out his purpose for the visit.

"Mia is dead set on residing permanently in that human city, claiming it's important to her. Yet the Ministry of Internal Affairs' influence on the northeast shore of Vortex Sea is nearly nonexistent, not able to provide her a legitimate position."

Karamos stroked his chin in feigned contemplation.

"It indeed isn't easy to arrange."

"Exactly, and I hope to arrange a 'suitable' position for her. It needs to be sufficiently respectable, must be safe, and most importantly, the position must have a reason to reside in Thunder City permanently, ideally with some degree of independent action."

Pretending to not hear the "not easy," listed a bunch, Festin stopped before Karamos began feeling troubled, seemingly sincerely seeking advice.

"Karamos, my friend, you handle intelligence. The Hell Intelligence Department has its reach across the world and is the most knowledgeable of human affairs in Hell. Do you have any good advice on this?"

"Enough, Festin."

Karamos interrupted him with a smile, tapping the fan lightly against his palm, his fox-like eyes narrowing.

"You still like beating around the bush as much as before. Since you've come to me specially, you probably already have an idea, right? Why bother asking me then?"

Mr. Festin, openly seen through, showed not a hint of embarrassment.

He merely removed the mask of an old father, returning to the composure of a Magic City Councilor, smiled politely yet elegantly.

"Your eyes are still as bright as always; nothing escapes you. Tell me, what price does the Padric Family need to pay for the Intelligence Minister's approval?"

Indeed, he had an idea.

Yet the matter involves arranging personnel from the Intelligence Department, transferring people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs; ultimately, it still requires this Intelligence Minister's nod.

Karamos shook his head, "swish," reopened the fan, gently fanning a breeze with a hint of floral scent.

His expression was naive and innocent, seemingly unable to tell that talented fellow possessed Demigod Level strength, even Caesar Colin found him troubling.

"Too formal, dear Mr. Festin. Discussing a price wounds feelings, doesn't it? I watched Mia grow up, and if we round it off, I'm practically her uncle, hehe... Helping a lovely niece pursue happiness, isn't that what an elder should do?"

Of course, the more important reason is, this sounds interesting.

Is there anything more interesting than watching Colin Family descendants and Padric Family descendants tear each other apart over a man?

Waiting for the heirs of both families to "fight" each other to exhaustion, Melusine Family's child can seize the opportunity, right?

Those calculating fox-like eyes flashed a barely noticeable cold gleam.

The Melusine Family has never forgotten the "humiliation" of that year, and Karamos himself has never forgotten the resolve to "avenge that humiliation!"

He must win once, and it must be a legitimate victory!

He wants to have the Padric Family's women kneel and cry bitterly, regretting choosing the "true Enchanting Demon" as a lifelong opponent!

Hahaha! It's now, Ig Melusine! Your father agreed to the family's marriage for today, bearing shame to give birth to you!

Karamos's aura grew increasingly terrifying, those scheming eyes gradually tinged with twisted madness.

Festin's brow twitched slightly, feeling perhaps he made a mistake, but it seemed too late for regret.

In any case—

For now, rely on the blessing flowing in the Padric family's bloodline, Lady Serena never misjudged on these matters.