The Fortune-Telling Heiress

"What do they mean by 'no real impact or benefit to the modern world'? We capture malevolent ghosts and suppress demons. Aren't we protecting ordinary people?"

Madison sighed, pulling out a stack of documents. "They didn't bring these up back in the conference room, probably to avoid embarrassing us. But as we were leaving, they handed them to me." Liam took one of the files and opened it. Immediately, his face flushed red.

Michael also took a file and barely flipped through a few pages before letting out a cold laugh. "I expected this. It's just that no one has dealt with it before."

The other Mystic Arts Alliance members also grabbed the files to take a look.

"This..."

Madison explained, "This is only from first- and second-tier cities. There's no data for the third- and fourth-tier cities yet."

The documents detailed incidents where people had scammed, defrauded, and even murdered under the pretense of the Mystic Arts Alliance.

Case after case was clearly documented, leaving no room for denial. Some incidents even occurred in well-known monasteries.

There were cases of monks being caught soliciting prostitution and photographed in compromising situations.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Many of these incidents had caused public outrage on the internet. The files even included screenshots of online comments from netizens.

The comments were filled with mockery and ridicule. Some questioned why places like monasteries still existed in the modern world. Others scoffed at those that had been reduced to tourist attractions, urging them to drop any mystical pretenses and simply embrace their roles as scenic landmarks.

Looking at the mocking comments and shameful cases, the Mystic Arts Alliance members were left speechless.

They had known that some individuals misused the Mystic Arts Alliance's name for personal gain and that there were bad apples within their own ranks. However, they had never taken these issues to heart.

They assumed such cases were rare

and involved only small-time con artists. They hadn't realized the extent of the damage those people had caused to the Mystic Arts Alliance's reputation. In today's digital age, a single incident could spread nationwide in an instant.

Madison sighed again. "The government isn't intentionally suppressing the Mystic Arts Alliance. They're saying it's because the general public won't accept us. They're also concerned that if the Mystic Arts Alliance is already creating this much trouble under restrictions, what will happen if those restrictions are lifted..."

She trailed off, but everyone understood the implications of her words.

Erwin knew all this. His inability to resolve these problems drove him to relinquish his role as the Mystic Arts Alliance's leader and pass it on to Madison. "These bastards! All they do is drag the Mystic Arts Alliance through the mud!"

"I knew it! The way those government officials looked at us, their eyes full of disdain-it's all because of those scumbags!"

"If this were in the old days, such people would've been dealt with on the spot!"

"They make the mistakes, and we bear the consequences..."

"So, what now? The damage is already done..."

The group was furious, their anger palpable.

Madison sighed deeply once more. Then, she pulled out another, much thinner, stack of documents and handed it to Erwin and the others.

This file was slim but meticulously

recorded the good deeds the Mystic

Arts Alliance had done over the years. It documented incidents like capturing malevolent ghosts at dangerous intersections, helping lost souls find peace, and aiding those Who had died unjustly.

The previously angry Mystic Arts Alliance members gradually calmed down as they read through these accounts. It seemed that the government had taken notes of the good they had done. For the first time, they felt that their efforts had not been entirely in vain.