I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 134 An Evil Plan to Rule the World

“Your Holiness, Olivia is waiting for you in the inner court. She has threatened to smash the Bell of Order if you do not appear, so that you will never be able to get out of bed.”

Located in the Papal Cemetery in the northern part of the capital, Sykes VII, as always, comforted the souls of the dead one by one, purifying all impurities in the world.

Even at his age, he still couldn't neglect his daily practice of Holy Light.

"This isn't like Olivia. Her original words should have been to shove the Clock of Order up my old ass."

“Saint Lillian, as the head of the tribunal, you should not let your personal opinions interfere.”

The old man with a white beard and white robe sighed and looked at the white-robed archbishop behind him.

She was a tall woman, her body wrapped in a form-fitting nun's habit, with white hair, blood-red eyes, and a pure, holy, dignified, and beautiful appearance.

"Your Holiness, that is extremely rude of you!"

The holy and dignified nun was startled and waved her hands repeatedly as if uttering a single swear word would be a desecration of the holy light.

Cyrus VII paid no attention, but quickened his pace considerably.

He stepped over dozens of tombstones and arrived at the fresh coffin that had just been delivered to the cemetery that day.

His gaze swept quickly across the room until it landed on a coffin marked with red marks, at which point a smile appeared on Cyrus VII's face.

"Old friend, it's really taken a lot of effort to see you..."

"If I'm not mistaken, even without the handover ceremony, you still maintain connections with the Temple, right?"

Cyrus VII gently stroked the coffin with his hand, as if he were talking to an old friend, as if the other person were facing him face to face.

However, in the cemetery, this behavior made the surrounding air feel slightly colder.

The temple? An old friend?
"Your Holiness, is this Keton III, the King of Oran, inside?!"

"Wasn't he assassinated? Why is his body here with us?"

The nun named Saint Lillian covered her mouth and nose with her hands, and looked at Cyrus VII with surprise and astonishment.

Could it be that the Pope was the one who actually assassinated the king?!
A sense of absurdity spread through her, but then she heard Cyrus VII chuckle softly:

"It was him. He was always on guard against me and the Vatican. Who would have thought he would be betrayed by his own son in collusion with a cult?"

"I was just making sure Lyle Hainlet was on the right track and then arranging for some people to secretly remove the body."

“If one strays too far from the Holy Light and fails to uphold the faith, serious problems will arise.”

A strange emotion flashed in the Pope's eyes, and he gently pushed with his withered, aged hand.

crunch--

The heavy coffin lid was slashed open, revealing an empty interior.

"."

Cyrus VII's face instantly darkened, and he stood up with a cold snort.

"Good, good, good, King Keton III, you did a great job!"

"You're really great!"

He seemed to disregard the dignity of the Pope, gritted his teeth and exhaled, then looked towards Hainlet Castle as if sensing something.

After a long pause, the old man wearing a triple crown spoke in a deep voice:

"Coaster has been defeated, and it seems that the path of the Holy Light within him has also gone wrong."

Damn it, which little brat could possibly cause problems with that lunatic Coster's Path of Holy Light?
Upon hearing this, the holy nun standing to the side widened her bloodshot eyes, omitting any vulgar words, and said:

"Who did it?"

"Who else could it be? Olivia is watching me, so naturally it must be one of his subordinates."

"And within the Stardust Society, there is only one person who cultivates Holy Light!"

Cyrus VII snorted coldly, never expecting that a mere second-tier mage could actually disrupt everything that had been planned. If it weren't for him, Stevie Wonder wouldn't have died so young.

By then, neither Olivia nor the witch will be able to escape!
And now, the disappearance of King Keton III's body also seems to be related to him.

Suddenly, a close-up photo of a smiling man with white teeth flashed through the Pope's mind, followed by information about Ron.

After a long pause, he spoke in a calm tone:

“Catherine Hainlet’s excellence made her father want to groom her as his successor.”

"Because she missed the 'rite of passage,' the golden bloodline was no longer suitable to bear the 'temple.' But she did not die directly or destroy the high wall."

"If you calculate the time, the investigator was nearby during the period when Catherine should have lost control."

In that instant, Ron's image was shrouded in mystery in Cyrus VII's mind.

The Pope found that he couldn't quite understand this young man.

This was a very rare occurrence in Cyrus VII's career.

How could a weakling do something like this?
The holy nun tilted her head and said politely, "He's really amazing."

He clapped as he spoke.

“Coaster is seriously injured. Saint Lillian, go back in his place. Also, inform Silas that a ‘heretic’ from the Cult of Pain has infiltrated the capital. Have him take charge of the capture and elimination.”

"Also, try to contact the leader of the Suffering Cult and tell her that I have something important to discuss with her, and ask her to stand on our side."

At this point, Cyrus VII coldly stated:
"Finally, send the 'choir' into the 'deep layers' to search for the remains of King Keton III. Anyone who obstructs them is considered to be hindering the will of God and will be killed without exception."

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"Once I get out of here, I'm going to kill, kill, kill, kill!"

"First, I'll take down the magician who's jealous of my big breasts, then I'll eliminate the Pope who persecutes the Matriarch's followers, and finally, I'll seize the capital and rule the entire world!"

In the darkness, Afra generously shared her incredibly wicked plans with Ron.

For believers, the worse they behave, the more status they can gain among their peers.

But facing Ron, a high-ranking chosen one who had been received by the matriarch a thousand years ago and even shown his naked body, she was unwilling to be outdone.

As for why the other party was here, or why they had lived for over a thousand years, that was no longer within her consideration.

With such love and affection from the mistress of the house, is it any wonder that he can live for a thousand years?
"And then what happens after you rule the world?"

Ron casually asked a question after digging out the white-robed archbishop who was embedded in the stone wall and was already unconscious.

After ruling the world?

Miss Snake paused, her tail tip, covered in emerald scales, unconsciously drawing circles on the ground as she began to think seriously.

After sleeping for so many years, the Order of Pain has developed rapidly. Although she was the founder, it was her subordinates who made it bigger and stronger over the next thousand years.

"What else can we do but assign jobs to everyone, of course!"

"Hmph, I will make those foolish humans live blindly, let them be in a daze every day, let their bodies degenerate and let them lose their sense of right and wrong, and let them devote all their energy to boring work and cheap pleasures."

"They need to work a full eight hours a day to support themselves, and only those who perform well each month can get a raise, so they will work hard to compete with each other."

"After a hundred or two hundred years, foolish humans will find that they have gained nothing, that their life's toil has been nothing but work, and that they have wasted their lives in endless emptiness."

"I can't even imagine how desperate this must be!"

"Moreover, I want to promote a social system that glorifies Shandong University, so that those younger students will live their whole lives in ridicule and shadow!"
"How about that? Evil enough, right?"

If we exclude the former, the latter is indeed extremely evil.

Ron thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)