The upgraded-version beauty queen mage, temporarily named 'Veronica', did not delay for long.
She simply returned to her room, whispered a few words of comfort to her roommate, and then walked out with a bag.
It took less than a minute.
When Veronica reappeared before Roy, she had already changed into a white dress, giving off the air of a cool and aloof female CEO.
Wait, she can change that fast?
And she did it hiding in the room?
Who was she hiding from?
To be wary of even an upright gentleman... how rude.
Roy, ever the private pervert, internally criticized Veronica while his eyes remained fixed on her, not blinking for a moment.
This girl was truly stunning, even more so than the original beauty queen of Earth.
Veronica naturally noticed his direct gaze and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
But before Veronica could speak, Roy spoke first. "Your pregnant belly just now, and the quick change of clothes, there didn't seem to be the slightest fluctuation of mana!"
Since he dared to openly stare at a beautiful woman, Roy had naturally prepared an excuse in advance.
Veronica's furrowed brow quickly smoothed out. She even felt that she had misjudged a gentleman with her own petty mindset.
How could a person who eradicates gangs and saves numerous pregnant women be a pervert?
That scorching gaze of his... perhaps she was just overthinking it.
Veronica even felt a little guilty because of this and said, "It's just a little trick."
"If you're interested, I can teach you later. But for now, I think we should leave first."
Roy nodded and said no more, quickly leaving with Veronica.
After they were far from the factory deep within Arthur Avenue, Roy finally made a call to the police and the news hotlines, then waited with Veronica in a hidden spot.
The piercing sound of police sirens soon echoed through Arthur Avenue.
Along with them came a large number of reporters from various newspapers who had received 'tips'.
With the attention of the news media, at the very least, the pregnant women imprisoned in the factory's basement would be guaranteed basic safety.
Only after confirming all this did Roy quietly leave Little Italy with Veronica.
The Continental Hotel, Executive Suite 2505.
After hunting for the better part of the night, even though Roy had the Cleaning spell to keep himself tidy, the first thing he did upon returning to his room was take a shower.
When Roy came out of the bathroom in a fresh set of clothes, Veronica was at the small bar on one side of the room, mixing a colorful liquid in a glass. From time to time, she would take out some blue powder from her handbag and add it in.
Seeing this, Roy's expression immediately turned serious.
If it weren't for the fluctuations of mana occasionally flowing from Veronica's hands, Roy might have exploded on the spot.
The blue powder in Veronica's handbag was 'Blue Magic,' the most popular drug in all of New York recently.
When it came to drugs, whether it was the extremely harmful heroin or the rampant marijuana in the United States, Roy had always held them in extreme contempt.
If it weren't for Veronica's extremely focused mixing and the mana fluctuations, Roy might have thrown her out of the room the moment he saw this.
He lit a thin cigar.
Roy walked over to the bar with a blank expression and poured himself a glass of whiskey.
He waited patiently for more than ten minutes.
Under Veronica's various techniques, the large glass of colorful liquid was refined with magic and soon condensed into a single, sapphire-like magic potion.
That's right, a thick aura of mana flowed from the potion.
This was just too damn ridiculous!
Have American mages already 'advanced with the times' to this extent?
Making magic potions out of drugs... are you trying to get high in more ways than one?
After Veronica finished brewing the potion, Roy casually crushed out his cigar, played with his glass, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Madam Potions-Maker who likes to disguise herself as a pregnant woman and infiltrate gangs, your little tricks are quite an eye-opener."
"I think you need to introduce yourself properly and explain..."
Faced with Roy's unfriendly tone, Veronica was very frank. "Veronica Gorloisen, daughter of the Duke of Cornwall, elder sister of King Arthur, student of Merlin, the British sorceress, at your service."
Roy: "..."
The string of titles made Roy feel a bit dizzy.
As a semi-native European who grew up in Sicily, Roy knew a thing or two about many famous historical figures in Europe.
He was a little unfamiliar with the Duke of Cornwall, but he had a tiny bit of knowledge about legendary names like King Arthur and Merlin.
According to legend, before King Arthur was born, the then-ruler of Britain, King Uther, met the Duke of Cornwall, his wife, and their three daughters at a banquet.
After the banquet, King Uther became obsessed with the Duke of Cornwall's wife, thinking of her day and night.
Subsequently, with the help of Merlin's magic, King Uther transformed himself and snuck into the bedchamber of the Duke of Cornwall's wife.
When the Duke's wife became pregnant, King Uther found a way to have the Duke of Cornwall executed, adopted his three daughters, and made Merlin their teacher.
Roy had always thought this was just some unofficial, scandalous story attached to the legendary British royal family.
After all, those European barbarians didn't have the cultural heritage of historical record-keeping.
All of Europe's so-called history was just epics and legends passed down orally.
But Roy had truly never expected that before the epics and legends could be confirmed, the unofficial, scandalous stories circulating in the back alleys would be the first to be proven true.
There was no doubt about it. The Veronica standing before him was the proof.
It was too damn real.
King Arthur's father, that Uther fellow, was practically the British version of Cao Cao.
Of course, that wasn't important.
Roy wasn't interested in some scandalous history about the British Cao Cao; he only asked a little more to confirm Veronica's identity and origin.
That's right, that was it.
After carefully confirming Veronica's background, Roy suddenly remembered a movie he had seen in his past life, The Sorcerer's Apprentice.
If there were no surprises, the Veronica he had met was the tragic female sorceress from the movie who had been sealed away for over a thousand years and had less than 10 minutes of screen time before her story ended.
How should he put it... ah, her life could be summed up in a single word: tragic.