I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 139 Good Fortune, Princess Eats Chicken

The so-called Dharma Master
The key is to use wisdom flexibly, and Ron is clearly very satisfied with his own wisdom.

At this moment, the blond boy stepped forward, directing the heroic spirits to keep their eyes fixed on the members of the Papacy choir.

Watching their faces flush with excitement turn into disbelief and terror, and finally into unspeakable embarrassment and fear.

With such a private matter being watched by more than a dozen pairs of eyes, a plane crash was inevitable.

"Leave now, and no one will be hurt; otherwise, you will all die!"

Ron brandished his longsword and issued a stern warning.

His robes fluttered in the wind, and golden magic rose from all parts of his body, making him look like a true god of war.

Despicable! Shameless!
Upon hearing this, the members of the Vatican choir turned ferocious, especially Mino, the head choir member.

After their recent encounter, he realized that Ron was a formidable opponent.

Although he didn't face the oppressive aura of a white-robed archbishop, the boy's extraordinary magical skills still vividly taught him a lesson.

What alarmed him even more was that the "miracle" artifact in his hand was completely incapable of launching any hostile attacks against Ron.

It was as if he possessed an infinite darkness of extremely high status, which forcibly suppressed the divine magic cast by the "miracle" creation.

Mino simply couldn't imagine what kind of darkness could forcefully suppress the holy light of the gods.

What a terrible enemy!
With a heavy sigh, Mino scanned the faces of his teammates and noticed that the grayish-white color, representing erosion and assimilation, was about to spread to their heads.
If a decision isn't made soon, there may be no more chances.

"We retreat!"

Reluctantly issuing the command, Mino gave Ron a deep look before quickly turning the pages of the book in his hand.

slam-la-

The sound of paper rubbing rang out, and seven solid rays of light suddenly emerged from the "Radiant Bible" in his hand.

The light, reaching to the heavens and earth, enveloped the entire choir, then vanished in the blink of an eye into an extremely distorted world.

They've finally left.
Seeing this, the boy breathed a slight sigh of relief and waved his hand to dismiss all the summoned heroic spirits.

The magic power that was about to run out was relieved, and Ron's pale face regained some color.

Looks like I can't use summoned Servants recklessly anymore. Luckily, a fight didn't break out, or I wouldn't even be enough to fill the enemy's teeth.
The boy secretly rejoiced, even though he had always believed that there were only useless mages, not useless magic.

However, the working mechanism of "summoning heroic spirits" still left him at a loss.

While having acquaintances makes things easier, it doesn't significantly boost Ron's combat effectiveness.

Taking the Baron and the Knight as examples, if Ron were a first-tier mage apprentice, these two would indeed be very good helpers.

But at the third tier, perhaps only Lord Aleka at the fourth tier can be considered an effective helper.

This made him shake his head and sigh.

Ron pulled out a small notebook from his pocket and began recording the good deeds he had done that day.
This is a habit he has maintained for a long time; he has included every single achievement from childhood to adulthood, regardless of whether the panel approves of or disapproves of them.

Just then, the sound of ice crystals shattering came from within the Forest of Flesh and Blood. Ron turned his head and saw that the witch had already finished the battle.

The former president's remains were frozen by clusters of ice crystals, and finally disintegrated into starlight, leaving behind only an exquisite gold earring.

Ron didn't know what happened during the battle, but judging from Elena's expression as she was about to shed a small pearl, it was probably a touching story that would bring tears to one's eyes.

When Elena walked up to him, Ron patted her on the shoulder and said comfortingly:
"Don't be sad. Even though you've lost your mother, you still have me!"

Sure enough, as soon as he said that, the witch immediately stopped crying.

She reached out her cold, pale hands, gritted her teeth, and frantically rubbed the boy's face.

"Is that how you comfort someone? Besides, I don't care at all. It's all in the past. You don't think I'll be secretly wiping away tears in the office like Olivia did?"

Having said that, she resumed her smiling demeanor, raising her head like a little hen to hold back her tears, and lowered her head to say:

"I only know how to defend myself in the office."

"That woman down there!" Ron's lips twitched, and he inexplicably thought of the pilots who had just crashed.

He ignored Elena and instead focused his gaze on the princess who was carrying a corpse as she emerged from the forest of flesh and blood.

At this moment, Catherine's expression was solemn. Her hair, which had turned into white flames, returned to normal, and her eyes were filled with exhaustion and sorrow.

everything is over.

The king's body has been found. As long as she inherits the temple and truly controls the Knights Templar, she will be the new queen of the Kingdom of Oran.

However, at this moment, there was not a trace of joy on the princess's face.

Because of the "temple", the Heinleid family did not have many descendants, and there were very few royal princes in history.

By her generation, her mother had died young, her father had been murdered by a prince, and her foolish younger brother was beyond redemption. She still had to carry on with a heavy mission.

A profound sense of loneliness welled up within her, casting a shadow of confusion over Miss Wang's usually resolute eyes.

Ancestors, what should I do?
The question unconsciously popped into her head, and then she forced a smile and said:
"It's all over now. Thank you for the Stardust Society's help, Lord Ron."

As she spoke, she gracefully performed a standard curtsy.

"What are your plans next?"

Suppressing his immediate plan to ask the princess for 50,000 gold lions, the young man turned his head and asked.

“To hold a funeral for the king, inherit the temple, and finally become king.” The princess’s answer was very calm, as if she had rehearsed it countless times in her mind.

“Lord Ron, I hope to form an alliance with the Stardust Society to deal with the pressure from the Holy See.”

"Tch~ If you're looking for a powerful backer, just go for it. Why bother with allies?"

Elena, standing to the side, spoke sarcastically, clearly displeased with the princess's choice of flattering words.

She was a leader of a rebellion, and although she established the secret society more to fight against the Papacy, it did not mean that she disregarded the old and corrupt state of the Kingdom of Oran.

In the witch's eyes, Catherine inherited not a throne, but a huge mess.

"Alright, I will pass this on to Ms. Olivia. As for whether she agrees or not, I have no right to interfere."

Ignoring the witch, Ron still held great goodwill towards his good friend Heinwright's junior.

Frankly speaking, in terms of actions alone, this support for the princess in stabilizing order and thwarting the Papacy's conspiracy was undoubtedly a great success.

However, when it comes to investigating the true purpose of the Vatican, not many clues have been obtained.

The Vatican handled everything perfectly, and the only white bishop they came into contact with was a freak with a screw loose, who looked like he was capable of doing bad things.

The prince was responsible for all the evil deeds, for colluding with the Order of Pain, and for sealing off Hainlet Castle, murdering his father, and seizing the throne.

What does all this have to do with our Vatican?

But the more this happened, the more Ron felt something was wrong.

It would be understandable to support a puppet king for the sake of status, power, and money, but the Holy Light Church is deeply rooted in the entire Kingdom of Oran, and the Pope's power is supreme.

I have no interest in money, and I have no interest in making money; that's exactly the kind of person I'm talking about.

To murder a demigod and kill a legend just for such a small position is completely contrary to normal human thinking.

Because the risks involved far outweigh the rewards.

'It seems the problem still lies with the temple.'

Ron discovered the problem from the sudden appearance of this group of male chefs.

He knew the king was there only because of the princess's tip, but the pope should have been completely unaware.

As for the mole, that's completely impossible. The only people who knew about this were Catherine, Elena, and myself.

Could it be that the Pope was particularly knowledgeable about the "Temple"?
(End of this chapter)