I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 131 The Secret of the White-Robed Archbishop
Ron held his breath and hid behind a marble pillar, while simultaneously communicating with the Holy Light elementals not to tell Coster that he was being followed.

Soon, without making a sound, the two arrived at a three-story building.

This building was considered quite remote even within Hainletburg; there were no guards on duty, and no signs of anyone living there.
Coster darted to the door, then turned around and looked around warily.

He visibly relaxed after realizing that no one was following him, elegantly straightened his robes, and strode into the building.

What kind of emergency could possibly prompt the white-robed archbishop to act so furtively in the middle of the night?

What kind of ulterior motives does the Vatican have that are so deeply hidden?

Is this a distortion of human nature or a decline in morality?

In a fleeting moment, Ron's overactive imagination surged uncontrollably through his mind.

The assassination of the king was shrouded in mystery, and the Papacy's motives were even more perplexing.

The death of the previous president was closely linked to the death of the Papacy, and so is the death of the king today.
Moreover, the timing of the king's death was so clever, occurring simultaneously with the Stevieking incident.

At that moment, a raging fire ignited in Ron's heart.

He cannot tolerate this evil spreading; it is time to uphold justice and find out the truth!
A burning passion made the blond boy feel warm all over. He tightened the magic amulet on his bracelet and followed the white-clad figure.

Ron leaned against the wall, peeking out his little golden head, and saw Coster walk to the right side of the building.

Just as he was about to take a step to follow, the monk's keen intuition reminded him that something was amiss here.

Slight magical fluctuations might fool ordinary mages, but they couldn't fool Ron, who was all over the place with the Holy Light elementalist.

Thirty centimeters in front of the boy, thin lines of holy light floated, densely covering the entire corridor.
Even the most skilled thieves cannot use their agility to evade these security devices.

Seeing this, Ron simply nodded solemnly and activated his backdoor skill.

No problem, we're all buddies—he seemed to vaguely hear the Holy Light element convey this meaning.

The soles of his shoes lightly touched the ground, allowing the golden threads of holy light to glide across his body without arousing the slightest suspicion.

Turning the corner and looking at the closed door of the cubicle at the end of the corridor on the right, Ron sensed more fine golden lines.

They are connected one after another in the long corridor, and in some places they are linked to ingenious traps. If you are not careful, you will be bound tightly by the sudden magical gadgets.

Why is he being so cautious? What is he doing?
Could it be that he hid the king's body here, waiting for an opportunity to secretly transport it away?

With a multitude of thoughts swirling in his mind, Ron began to waver in his judgment of the day.

That white-robed archbishop was not as honest as he seemed.

Thinking of this, the boy's enthusiasm almost vanished, replaced by a deep sadness and helplessness at being deceived.

Carefully navigating around several traps, Ron arrived at the end of the corridor without incident. He quietly pressed his ear to the door, hoping to uncover the secrets of the white-robed archbishop.

Suddenly, he heard a series of extremely ferocious and terrifying loud noises, like muffled thunder or cannon fire.

One after another, in strings, in clumps.

The terrifying sound lasted for a full minute and a half before gradually subsiding with the sound of the sea crashing against the rocks.

This!
Ron was deeply shocked, unable to imagine the horrific scene inside.

click-

The wooden door was pushed open, and the white-robed archbishop walked out with a relaxed expression, pulling up his trousers. He first checked the warning magic, and then, as he politely closed the door, he saw Ron with a complicated expression.

How could he be here?!
Coster was startled, his muscles tensed, and his elegant smile froze on his face. Before Ron could ask, he loudly admitted:

"That's right, I did it all!"

“I was just in this room using a special method to contact the Vatican, and I never expected you to discover it!”

He spoke with righteous indignation and fearlessness, but the cold sweat on his forehead was impossible to hide.

The deserted building fell silent. After a long while, the white-robed archbishop heard Ron say in a low voice:
"You're here to take a dump, aren't you?" "No, no, don't joke around. Holy Pillar, how could a perfect person like me do such a thing?"

"I've never pooped since I was a child!"

Gabe Coster remains stubborn, refusing to admit he ever defecated, even at the cost of his life.

At that moment, Ron suddenly realized that the Pope of the Holy See had it pretty tough.

He quickly composed himself and said quietly:

"In that case, you don't want others to know that you poop, right?"

!!!

The sacred pillar, truly my mortal enemy!
When facing an enemy, their first thought is not to kill them, but to try to negotiate terms, so they can't even bear to harm the enemy.

Gabe Coster's handsome face suddenly turned pale, but he still gritted his teeth and said:

"Hmph, I will never abandon the Holy Light and Faith!"

"Whether you tell others or not is your choice."

He decided to die rather than surrender.

Even if someone saw him defecating, or even if someone saw him eating feces, Coster would not abandon his faith and betray the Vatican.

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This time it was Ron's turn to fall silent.

He had only been testing the other party, but he hadn't expected the white-robed archbishop to be such an open and honest person.

In the capital, honest people like this are a rare sight.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. After all, I am also a cultivator of holy light!"

Thinking of this, the blond boy patted his chest and said solemnly.

After all, even if he went out and said it, most people would just think Ron was crazy.

Upon hearing this guarantee, Gabe Coster, the "Right Hand of God," suddenly caught his breath, never expecting that Ron's character was even more noble than he had imagined.

They didn't even mention any conditions, easily letting go of their competitor and enemy!
The white-robed archbishop sensed the differences between people and the varying degrees of goodness.

This, this, this.
What a brilliant and outstanding quality, as radiant as gold!
"Sacred Pillar, thank you!"

Coster said solemnly.

But just then, before Ron could respond, the boy suddenly heard a faint sound, like fingernails scratching the floor.

There was a rustling sound, as if giant snakes were coiling around them.

No way?
Ron's heart pounded, clearly audible in the quiet night.

The speculation during the day suggested that the king's death was most likely carried out by a highly skilled assassin, and the mysterious disappearance of the king's body indicated that the assassin was still lurking in Hainlet Castle.

Based on the clues Elena discovered, Ron had a very bad feeling.

The white-robed archbishop didn't want others to know he was defecating, so he had to choose a secluded place to do it, which meant that the assassin was likely hiding there as well.

"run!"

Ron shouted, trying to alert the white-robed archbishop beside him.

But as soon as he stepped out with his right leg, a complex emerald green magic circle suddenly appeared beneath his feet.

The next moment, everything went black before Ron's eyes, and he felt his body sinking down until he finally collapsed onto the damp ground.

(End of this chapter)