I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 135 The Location of the King's Corpse

Ron believed that large mountains had their advantages, and abundant water had its own merits.

A location nestled against mountains and beside water is ideal.

However, such an environment is clearly not the best place to think about these things.

The most important thing now is to figure out how to get out of this godforsaken place, find the king's remains, complete the mission, and go back to report.

With the unconscious archbishop on his shoulder, Ron stroked his chin in deep thought.

At this moment, Afra, who had been preaching her evil plan to rule the world, suddenly changed the subject and poked Ron in the back with the tip of her tail.

"By the way, what about the squinty eyes you promised me a thousand years ago!?"

Her emerald green eyes narrowed, revealing a dangerous glint, while her long snake tail coiled around Ron again and again.
Just like a python hunting its prey in nature, it pulled the weak, helpless, and pitiful boy into its sight.

This guy is utterly untrustworthy and immoral. After being attacked, he only cared about escaping and didn't consider her, who was also a chosen one of the gods, at all.

No wonder he was received by the mistress; he is indeed worthy of a promotion!

Squinty eyes?
Upon hearing this, the blond boy paused, then asked with a strange expression, "Are you really sure?"

"What I mean is, it's already so swollen, even if it has small eyes, it won't completely solve the problem, right?"

"What should we do then!?"

Afra looked utterly desperate; clearly, Ron's despicable words had dealt her a severe psychological blow.

As she grew up, the heavy pressure made her unable to straighten her back, which was no longer a particularly eye-catching issue.

Just as the snake woman felt her path ahead shrouded in darkness and despair enveloped the world, she suddenly heard the boy, who was being pulled up by her tail, say earnestly:
"I can help you shrink, but I have one condition."

"What are the conditions?" Afra's eyes lit up slightly.

"If you have the chance in the future, help me get rid of the Pope of the Holy See."

Ron said in a deep voice.

With one more person comes one more source of strength, and he needs to be prepared for the difficulties that may follow.

Kill the Pope?

You actually came!

Upon hearing this, Afra's two large breasts wobbled.

Although she had made some boastful remarks about how evil she was, she never actually intended to put them into practice.

There is only one reason: the Pope is the representative of the Holy Light, while she is the kind of mistress who is indifferent to the "chosen ones of mercy".

Because they don't have the same powerful backing, the difference in their abilities is immediately apparent.

Even if she could actually kill the Pope and bring about a miracle, the matriarch would not offer any protection.

And now, a chosen one whom the mistress greatly favors has invited her to do such a wicked thing, perhaps even catching the mistress's attention if she succeeds.
Thinking of this, Afra's tail tip excitedly lashed against the stone slab, stirring up clouds of dust.

"Okay, I'll do it!" Miss Snake raised her pointed chin.

Seeing this, Ron nodded slightly, his little face full of seriousness.

He first had Afra place him on the ground, and then a strange blue light burst forth from his palm.

Miss Snake narrowed her emerald eyes slightly, and to her astonishment, she found that the heaviness on her chest had suddenly lessened, and the two large lumps were shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

F+, E+, D+ until they became a pair of Cs.

This feeling was very strange. Although the slime had shrunk and its weight had decreased, she could clearly sense that the original body was still there, but it no longer had any effect.

Why don't I know this kind of magic?!
As Afra cried out in her heart, the eerie pale blue light suddenly vanished.

"It really is too small!"

She exclaimed in surprise, while touching her greatly shrunk figure with both hands. Half a second later, she frowned: "Can't it be even smaller? How can you rule the world if you don't have a flat chest?"

If you get any smaller, I'm afraid you won't be evil anymore!

Ron smirked and spread his little hands to indicate that it was impossible.

“Okay.” Afra sighed, but quickly perked up again. “How are we going to get out?”

Frankly speaking, the power of the temple that is trapping her here is gradually weakening, and she will be able to break the seal on her own in a few days.

What made Afra hesitate was that this was the very heart of the capital city; even a fool could tell that the outside was extremely dangerous, and without someone familiar with the area to guide her...
As she pondered this, she turned her gaze to Ron.

"Don't worry, someone will come looking for us."

The blond boy nodded slightly, then knelt down to bandage the white-robed archbishop's wound.

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You can't do this to me, you bitch!

"I am a descendant of King Keton III!"

One by one, lights came on and torches were lit, illuminating the Hainletburg as if it were daytime.

The princess, dressed in a battle dress adorned with armor, kicked the tightly bound Lyle Hainlet into the confinement cell and closed the heavy steel door from the outside.

Upon discovering that Ron and Gabe Coster had both disappeared, Catherine did not let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip by.

To prevent the Papacy from making a comeback, she first sent her men to kidnap the prince, and then dispatched people to search the forbidden area of ​​Hainlet Castle.

Frankly, eliminating Lyle Hainright would have been the best option at this stage, but she didn't choose to do so.

Because there are more important things to do now.

After talking to another version of herself, she suddenly learned where her father's body was.

In the past few weeks, Katen III has exhibited a series of unusual behaviors, including delirium, calling her "Grandma," and making absurd demands for New Year's money.

'If there's another person inside his body, then it makes sense!'

Catherine asked herself, if she had taken on a mission, how to rebuild the high wall.

The only response she received was a cold, indifferent sentence.

"Destroy the old, flawed walls and rebuild new, high walls."

Looking back at the records of the royal family throughout history, every time a member of the "golden bloodline" went out of control, he seemed to become a different person, and each time he brought disasters, big or small.

The biggest one was the fall of the old capital six years ago.

If the side that belongs to the king dies, will the other self take control of the body and carry out the mission of destroying the high wall?

Just thinking about it, I know it's not going to be anything good!
Just then, a slightly hurried, crisp sound of footsteps rang out. Catherine turned her head and asked softly:
"Baron Elena, have you found Lord Ron?"

The witch shook her head. "We've searched all the royal forbidden areas, but we couldn't find any trace of it."

No?

Catherine paused slightly, and after a long while, she said in a deep voice, "If it's not available anywhere else, then that's all that's left."

"There?"

"Yes, according to royal records, 1,300 years ago, beneath Glenhill was a city-state ruled by the Order of Pain."

"The speculation of successive royal families is that it must be very dangerous there, perhaps there is a 'Chosen One of Compassion' sealed by the ancestors, or a powerful monster."

"Otherwise, with such a good geographical location, Glenhill would definitely have been the capital from the beginning."

"However, there is only one passage leading to the underground, which is blocked by countless checkpoints. How did Lord Ron get in?"

(End of this chapter)