I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 136 Ron is hot

The sounds of skirts and armor plates clashing rang out one after another, and hurried footsteps echoed in layers within the torch-lined passageway.

What lies beneath Glenhill remains unknown to anyone.

Even the royal historical records only mention that their ancestors, with the help of others, fought against an extremely powerful enemy in this place.

In the end, they even sank the entire city-state underground, and even the main road leading out of the city was obliterated.

Just imagining that scene sends chills down my spine.

The ruins left behind by the Apocalypse era are undoubtedly the most dangerous.
In the dark, damp, and twisted passageway, filled with the aura of death and despair, Elena, pale-faced, quickened her pace as she passed through layers of barriers.

She could already imagine the dire straits Ron was in.

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At this moment, Ron is living in dire straits.

Because he was caught in a difficult choice between morality and humanity, between species and ethics.

The boy and Afra stood facing each other, with a distance of three meters between them.

"Hey, let me lay an egg for you!"

The snake woman coiled her tail, the emerald green tip swaying back and forth, and stared at Ron with great interest.

The desire for dryness and astringency is not just a human instinct; almost all living things cannot resist the temptation of these two things.

"No!"

Ron bravely said no to temptation.

He is a pure and upright person; how could he abandon his principles for a little bit of beauty?

Besides, he's human, how could he possibly lay eggs with another race?

Besides, does Ron Griffith, a virgin, seem like the type to like older women?

Ron felt that he was being looked down upon.

"Alright, I was even thinking of having you join the cult so we could do bad things together. I remember the cult owns quite a few properties in the capital, about a hundred in total, both in the inner and outer city districts. That should be enough for us to use as a base for our nefarious activities."

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The blond boy's breath hitched, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts. He couldn't help but wonder if his reaction had been too extreme.

He has always been a gentle, moral, and polite person.

I shouldn't have replied to Ms. Afra so readily, lest I hurt and upset her.

Thinking of this, Ron clutched his chest in anguish.

Just then, the Coaster, who was lying on the ground covered in bruises and had extensive fractures, groaned and slowly woke up.

Seeing this, Ron quickly gave Afra a wink.

Miss Snake's identity means she must never appear in the public eye, otherwise, it will lead to fierce conflict.

Although most people are prejudiced against her, Ron felt that snakes shouldn't be viewed with prejudice.

Born cold-blooded, he does whatever he wants without any scruples, killing whomever he pleases, which is undoubtedly a cruel act that chills the young man to the bone.

But being born cold-blooded doesn't mean you can't turn over a new leaf, just like how Afra tried her best to do bad things but still couldn't get the "Mother of Mercy's" attention.

There is a fundamental difference between being cold-blooded and being a bad seed.

So after much thought, Ron decided to guide her back to the right path.
Let her become a person who contributes to society, like Baron Mark, Mr. Knight, and Snake's good brother, and make up for the mistakes she made before.

There is nothing better than this.

With these thoughts in mind, suppressing the burning passion and warmth in his heart, Ron looked at the white-robed archbishop who had regained consciousness.

"you're awake?"

"Don't move. You are seriously injured. You have internal bleeding and fractures all over your body. If you don't get treatment, you can only hold on for an hour."

Ron's intention was for Coster to treat himself.

After all, everyone who knows about his healing magic understands it. Awakening from his daze, Coster paused, then gritted his teeth and said:
"Internal bleeding, fractures all over the body. I have been practicing the Holy Light Path since childhood, and I reached the peak of the fifth level in just a few years. Could it be that all my years of Holy Light cultivation have been in vain?"

"So you're alright!?"

The boy asked in surprise.

Upon hearing this, Coster raised his chin, spat out a mouthful of blood, and confidently said:

"With this kind of injury, I can live for at least two more hours!"

There was no other reason than his strong will. How could the flawless Lord Coster show weakness in front of his nemesis?
"By the way, where is the enemy?"

Catching his breath, Coster looked around with a mixture of confusion and wariness, only to find that he and Ron were the only ones left in the dark underground.

The enemy has disappeared.
Did he solve it?!

"Did you solve it?" he asked urgently, spitting out blood.

Upon hearing this, Ron nodded with great restraint.

"Yes."

Regardless of how it was resolved, even if it was resolved through back channels, it still counts as a resolution.

The white-robed archbishop was deeply shocked, and his gaze toward Ron was filled with disbelief.

How can it be repaired?
Why have "hands" when "pillars" already exist?

In the contest of "healing magic," he lost to Ron's path of the Holy Light, who sought to save the world.

And now, even asceticism and faith cannot defeat the opponent.

A crack seemed to appear in his otherwise flawless heart; the white-robed archbishop was struggling to breathe and showed signs of fainting.

Fortunately, the kind-hearted Ron noticed this and used Holy Light Healing in time.

"what!!!"

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Was that a scream?
At the deepest part of the passageway stood a heavy iron gate, which, while isolating the inner and outer spaces, could not isolate the painful cries of humanity.

Elena and the princess exchanged a glance, and the latter stepped forward first, placing her hand on the iron gate.

The next moment, an extremely strong repulsive force struck, causing the young lady's expression to turn serious.

This power, built from faith and glory, is indeed the "Temple," and her prediction was correct.

With her slender fingers lightly clenched, from an angle unnoticed by anyone, a figure seemed to be reflected in Catherine's emerald green eyes.

The figure, dressed in a flowing white dress, was exactly the same height, weight, and figure as the princess, like an angel straight out of a mythological epic.

The only drawback is that it makes it difficult to see the face clearly.

In an instant, Catherine's hair turned into pure white flames that roared up, obscuring her inviolable face beneath.

The repulsive force sealing the underground suddenly loosened, and a gap immediately opened in the door.

Elena was faster than the princess had anticipated.
She strode forward, her voluptuous figure disappearing into the ground in a single stride, her gaze instantly locking onto the direction from which screams were coming.

“It belongs to that white-robed bishop.” Catherine followed behind, her gaze sweeping over the pile of stones below. “Those are remnants of danger. If they sense a living person approaching, the stones will automatically turn into monsters.”

"It seems to be the power left behind by a terrible enemy who fought against our ancestors a thousand years ago."

The screams grew increasingly piercing, proving the immense danger lurking in the shadows.

Elena couldn't even imagine what kind of monster could possess such terrifying power to make that white-robed bishop scream in agony.

The two moved extremely fast, following the direction of the screams, and within minutes they saw the terrifying monster with holy light emanating from its hands.

Suddenly, Elena remembered Olivia's casual remark.

When there is no danger around, Ron is the greatest danger.

(End of this chapter)