The villain queen eavesdropped on my inner thoughts and won't let me lie down?

In the end, everyone often gives up on convincing with reason and chooses to convince with force.

Of course, unsurprisingly, the anti-magic field is ineffective against a certain empress who participated in the most recent renovation of this teaching building.

Roger strongly suspects that this despicable woman leaves backdoors wherever she sets up magic arrays, just like those old rogue manufacturers.

So, suspecting her of using mind-reading magic against him isn't an overreaction, right?

Just you wait, don't let me catch you in the act!

With invisibility and soundproof barriers in place, Empress of Eternal Night, Roger, and little Joey casually walked into classroom after classroom, unnoticed by anyone.

"This is the 'Law Salon'? It's really lively!" Little Joey calculated the days and looked enlightened.

"Being back here makes me feel young again," the Empress of Eternal Night said with a smile, nodding.

During her princess days, although Hol was the tutor, she would come here to challenge others when she was in the mood, often achieving brilliant performances by refuting everyone in the audience.

【Crap, the showing-off phenomenon has started to spread, and she's done it again.】

Roger raised an eyebrow, finally understanding what the mages who were drinking and arguing loudly were doing here.

The Law Salon is a gathering where a group of mages drink and brag, a tradition that the Royal Magic Academy has maintained for over three hundred years.

It's held weekly, and the number of participants is increasing, and the quality is also getting higher and higher.

Not only do students and professors linger here, but many graduates also come back to participate.

Countless brilliant debates have originated here, and many magical improvements have been 'argued' out of this place.

Before the birth of 《New Arcana》, the Law Salon was the most high-end mage summit in the hearts of imperial mages, something everyone yearned for.

However, little Joey is a student of the Imperial Magic Academy, so naturally she doesn't have the opportunity to participate in the high-end gatherings of the rival academy.

Now that she's following the Empress to observe in this way, it can be considered fulfilling a student-era dream.

The salon is a Western-style buffet, with quite lavish and abundant dishes, and the waiters are very proactive in replenishing them, immediately replacing any dishes with slightly poor appearances.

The Empress of Eternal Night casually picked up a piece of cake, tasted it, and nodded in satisfaction: "The academy's pastry chefs haven't regressed in skill."

She recommended several of her favorite desserts to Roger and little Joey.

In fact, besides the timing being right, another intention of the Empress of Eternal Night in bringing people here was to tell Roger, you little brat, stop nagging.

I don't freeload on the dishes you cook for nothing; I'm also treating you to eat whatever you want now.

Little Joey was naturally very happy; what her idol likes to eat, she also likes to eat.

Roger also tasted the desserts; they were made with genuine ingredients and weren't too sweet.

They were good desserts in the eyes of a Chinese person!

However, another thought in his mind was:

【Is that all? You didn't even make it yourself, and you have the nerve to show it off.】

The Empress of Eternal Night's eyes darkened, quite unconvinced.

So what if you can cook?

A mere trifle; with my talent, I can amaze you if I study it for a bit!

However, the three of them were actually quite full; they were just trying the taste of relatively rare dishes that weren't commonly seen outside.

Little Joey said that the taste was only slightly better than that of the Imperial Magic Academy, just that it looked better.

Compared to what her male god makes… hehe.

Roger felt about the same.

But being able to eat whatever you want for free and also see the quite real side of the mages after drinking, observing this Law Salon was indeed very interesting.

After criticizing the level of the salon's catering, the three of them decided to split up and listen to discussions of interest, collecting material that could be used for 《Arcane Miscellany》.

Roger strolled through this grand gathering of mages; although he couldn't immerse himself in their heated discussions, he occasionally heard comments like "Could you possibly be wrong?" "No way, no way," and felt his blood pressure rising.

He discovered that everyone had mixed opinions about 《New Arcana》, but it was indeed incredibly popular.

In the current Azure Vine Empire, if you haven't read 《New Arcana》, can you even be called a mage?

However, if limited to the Royal Magic Academy, for the disciples and grand-disciples of Dean Hol, this sentence might have to be changed to:

If you don't criticize 《New Arcana》, are you even worthy of learning magic?

Tonight, 《New Arcana》 is the flute of debate, and magical industrialization is the Cambridge of flame wars.

Roger secretly noted down the names of several young talents and genius debaters.

Roger, a useless younger brother, couldn't determine whether these guys were right or wrong.

But each of them had unique skills in stirring up trouble, quite suitable for commissioned articles for 《Arcane Miscellany》.

Some topics unique to mages also provided him with a lot of inspiration for stirring up controversy.

Some people not only criticized the magazine but also criticized Drinking Ice Manor along with it.

Roger, the manor lord and instigator, walked among them, listening not only without anger but also quite happily.

Angry? Hehe, I just like seeing you angry and helpless.

Just impotent rage!

In a relatively large lecture hall, an old professor, with a cigarette in his left hand and wine in his right, slammed the table and wildly criticized 《New Arcana》.

He was erudite, meticulous, and eloquent, attracting hundreds of students to watch and applaud.

Little Joey, invisible in the back row, listened with a pale face, trembling.

When she saw Roger come in, she felt like she had seen a savior, and sadly asked, "President, is the magazine we're making really spiritual opium, poisoning the younger generation of mages?"

Roger rubbed her little head: "Just listen to it; any new thing that comes out, touching the cake of the old class, will experience such a process."

"Then what do we do?"

"Write down the name of this old professor; 《Arcane Miscellany》 will definitely have a place for him."

"President, you're being scolded, aren't you angry at all?" Little Joey asked in surprise.

Roger smiled: "Remember, we in the media aren't afraid of being criticized; we're afraid of no one criticizing us. Please continue to work harder and anger these old fogeys to death."

Traffic is the lifeline of the media; as long as it can attract traffic, some people even eat human blood steamed buns with relish.

Roger asked himself that he was much more ethical than those people.

Little Joey was amused by his scheming appearance.

Seeing that Roger seemed to be in a good mood, she tiptoed and whispered in his ear, "Thank you for not being angry with Her Majesty. I know she's acting excessively… but she's Her Majesty, after all."

Although in Little Joey's view, everything the Empress does is justified, Roger obviously has his temper.

She hoped to mediate from her now that she was out of fan-girl mode, to prevent her male god's loyalty from changing.

Roger wrapped his arm around her waist and asked, "Since you're thanking me, is there a reward?"

"Y-yes, but I don't know what reward President wants?" Little Joey's breathing suddenly became rapid.

"When we get back, I'll tell you in your room."

The hand on her waist began to explore downwards rather dishonestly.

Little Joey's face was already flushed when she heard he was coming to her room, and then she was so unsteady from his actions that she couldn't even stand.

She was completely relying on Roger for support so that she didn't fall, saying guiltily, "President, wait, let's go back… *sigh*."

Hearing her words, Roger naturally… added another hand and began to develop upwards.

Anyway, there's invisibility and a soundproof barrier.

Produced by the Empress, the effect is quite outstanding.

Even if he measured Little Joey's depth here on the spot, the students and professors wouldn't be able to see or hear.

Little Joey naturally knew this too, but the teachers and students there were passionately clamoring to clear the emperor's inner circle and protect the sacredness of magic, burning Drinking Ice Manor to the ground.

But the source of this evil thought, 《New Arcana》, was here indulging in romance and bullying her…

The sense of shame was simply exploding.

But thinking that Roger had just been "bullied by the Empress," and she had inadvertently become an accomplice in the joint persecution, she felt guilty and didn't dare to resist, only silently enduring.

It was considered compensation for President, and he wouldn't be the kind of person who goes too far… would he!

*Sigh*!

Little Joey felt the strangeness of her body and quickly tightened her legs, clamping Roger's mischievous hand, her hot breath spraying on his ear: "Please, not here… anything is fine when we get back…"

Roger could feel Little Joey's body fluctuating repeatedly between softness and stiffness, knowing that she was about to be overwhelmed with shyness but was just forcibly enduring.

A mischievous smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

Today, the Empress thought Roger was on the first floor, Little Joey was on the second floor, and she was on the third floor.

But in Roger's view, he was actually on the fourth floor.

On the surface, an unwelcome guest came to the door, forcibly freeloading, and he was forced to do a wave of business.

But no matter how much he made, they were all dishes he liked to eat, and he was quite happy eating them.

Looking at the dignified Empress, who was so conquered by Chinese food that her cowlick stood up, he also felt honored.

Rounding it off, this was also considered cultural invasion of another world, right?

Just in terms of cooking this small matter, my Great Eating Country can rank among the top in the multiple dimensions.

So his reluctance was only at the beginning; later, it was just acting for Little Joey to see.

You helped outsiders make me suffer a loss; afterward, you should know how to compensate me, right?

This kind of routine of pretending to be weak to gain sympathy and get people to coax you is a bit bitchy, but undeniably very effective.

If he didn't seize this good opportunity that was delivered to his door and still wanted to study physiology and hygiene? Still wanted to be the class representative?

When Little Joey was helping in the kitchen, because the Empress's charm aura couldn't reach her, she had realized that Jay is my Superman, and I made him suffer.

So when Roger was cooking, she was working diligently before and after, wiping his sweat and feeding him fruit, staging a scene of men and women working together, and the work isn't tiring.

What this kid Roger was enjoying was not at all as uncomfortable as the Empress of Eternal Night thought.

On the contrary, he was quite smug.

Modern people no longer have the ideological shackles of a gentleman staying away from the kitchen.

He calls cooking a lifestyle sentiment, and there are also many sea kings who conquer beautiful women's stomachs with their cooking skills.

Cooking is similar to playing black with girls; it's just one is drilling into the kitchen, and the other is drilling into the jungle.

But in essence, they are both means for boys to show off.

Compared to the Empress of Eternal Night, who is realistically beautiful and knows how to invite people to eat a buffet to repay the favor, how many people are coaxed by a little brother being so awesome through the screen and wait all night for the tank to come online?

Moreover, in the depths of an LSP's heart, how could there not be a fantasy of using god-level cooking skills to make the Empress and Little Joey unable to stop, and then sleeping together…

Of course, this is outrageous, but what if?

If you don't even have a wet dream, what's the difference between being a person and being a salted fish?

Roger felt that this was a truth that even a straight man like him could understand; there wouldn't be anyone in the world who couldn't figure out this point of interest, right? No way, no way?

The ancients said that if you want to take something, you must first give it, understand?

You have to bow your head under someone else's roof; now his strength is not as good as the Empress of Eternal Night, and she's also a partner.

Making some concessions on matters that don't touch the bottom line and result in a win-win situation is also not impossible.

He has forced the Empress of Eternal Night to make concessions and change her mind quite a few times.

Looking at the empire, you can completely ask, who else is there.

If you hold the mentality of not suffering any losses and only wanting to take all the benefits, without any overall situation view, then this kind of glass-hearted guy will be a dog for the gods, and sooner or later, he will be treated as a dead dog.

When you see the gods, you have to kneel, you have to offer your heart, and you even have to lick the feet of the Goddess of War.

There's no future in learning from 486 as a transmigrator; after all, not everyone has death return, and they don't have the capital to be as unrestrained as him.

Keep a low profile.

His operation of showing weakness to the Empress and taking Little Joey doesn't have any major problems.

He pulled his claws out of Little Joey, saw her looking a little aggrieved, a little angry, and yet afraid to say it, and kissed her lightly: "Okay, let's continue working. Record everything that's both fierce and reasonable in their criticism; those are all our treasures."