I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 140 Young and Unaware of the Goodness of Rich Women

In the very center of this inner court lies a secret garden belonging exclusively to the Triple Crowned One.

Light falls from the stained glass dome, making the entire space shimmer with iridescent colors, as if it would never fall into darkness.

"Olivia, it's already past midnight. You've drunk twenty pots of my tea all day. Aren't you leaving?"

Cyrus VII smiled broadly, like a kind elder, and his aged voice unconsciously made people feel at ease.

A slender, dark-haired woman sat before him, her legs crossed, admiring the beautiful garden scenery.

Upon hearing this, the guild leader snorted coldly:

"Cyrus, does that mean it won't work at night?"

"If I were you, I would step down as soon as possible, so as not to die suddenly on the job from overwork one day."

Olivia's voice was cold, and she glanced at the Pope with disdain in her fox-like eyes, showing no intention of leaving.

She picked up the Earl Grey tea and reflexively brought it to her lips, then put it down with a helpless expression.

This is the twentieth pot of tea already; I really can't drink any more.

As planned, as the leader of the Stardust Society, she did not appear in the "Royal Contest," but instead came to the Papacy to keep a close eye on Cyrus VII.

And surveillance, of course, also requires skill.

Adhering to her principle of having a couple of drinks now and then, Olivia chose to perish together with the Pope.

Yes, the two of them drank twenty pots of hot tea and didn't go to the restroom all day.

Her subordinates are working hard, and she, as the president, cannot be looked down upon.

Although "legendary" powerhouses are powerful, they have not transcended the realm of humanity.

She was still feeling suffocated, but Olivia was very confident in her ability to endure.

Since that night when she had a hangover with Ron, she had specially developed a magic to reduce the urge to urinate in order to increase her alcohol tolerance!
They're still not leaving?!

Upon receiving Olivia's reply, Cyrus VII's expression visibly stiffened, and his lips twitched slightly.

To be honest, he couldn't hold it in any longer.

At first, the Stardust Guild leader kept offering him tea, which made him feel that the other party must have some ulterior motive, but he didn't expect that this was what was waiting for him.

The surging and roaring urine in his bladder made the nearly two-hundred-year-old Pope feel impatient.

Time passed by, and the black tea on the table went from hot to cold, then back to hot again.

Even though both of them were a little thirsty, neither of them glanced at the red tea.

Finally, a saint hurried in from outside the courtyard that would never fall into darkness.

Olivia frowned slightly, then saw the Minister of Intelligence rush in as well.

After Gloria whispered a few words to the president, Olivia raised an eyebrow, and a smile, which she could not suppress, appeared on her delicate face.

Then, as if she were very angry, she shouted loudly:

"What's that investigator's name? How dare he lay a hand on the Vatican choir?"

"He can take on seven people at once, he's so awesome, we might as well let him be the guild leader!"

"Also, what kind of decision is it that the king is succeeded by a princess? Can an investigator really make that decision?"

"What will the nobles think? What will the Institute of Enlightenment think? What will the Vatican think?"

"All you do all day is cause trouble for me!"

After saying that, Olivia seemed to only then realize that the Pope was beside her, and then said with an embarrassed look:

"Sylph, I'm so sorry, my men were ignorant and caused you trouble."

"How could he possibly win against seven opponents?"

"That's really strange, one against seven..."

The Pope's face twitched violently; he suddenly sensed that Olivia had changed.

Why does this reckless junior speak in such a strange way?
Who did she learn from?!
"Heh, it's nothing. The Stardust Society is truly full of talent, much better than when the previous president was in charge." "Olivia, could you introduce me to that outstanding investigator if you have the chance?"

"I have things to do now, please go ahead."

Cyrus VII snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and strode towards the washroom.

Olivia stalled him at the Vatican, but wasn't he also stalling Olivia?

To the Pope's surprise, the most elite team in the Papacy, carrying a divine artifact, failed to retrieve the remains of King Keton III.

In this case, the temple will most likely return to the royal family.

Temple, oh Temple, who created you?

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After a night of turmoil, the king's body was successfully transported back to Hainlet Castle.

Nothing unexpected happened during this time, which made Ron breathe a slight sigh of relief.

In an instant, the news of the king's death was no longer a secret, and Catherine, under the pretext of protecting the king's remains, ordered the Knights Templar stationed in the new fortress to move into the capital.

After the three fifth-tier knight vice-commanders had a private conversation with Catherine, Ron knew that this was a sure thing.

Although the Knights Templar have lost their leader and the royal family has lost a legend, this does not mean that the Heinleits will be at the mercy of others.

The conditions for joining the Knights Order tell us that it must be filled with the elite of the elite, and each one of them is a knight bestowed by the "Temple".

They might not be able to fight alone, but if they were equipped with weapons and gathered together, even the twelve white-robed archbishops of the Papacy would probably get a good beating.

As for why they didn't appear before, it's because the prince and princess were involved in the internal power struggle within the Heinleid Regency.

The mission ended without any major incidents. All the people from the Papacy withdrew, and Ron naturally declined the princess's offer to stay overnight, returning to the Gothic building at lightning speed.

Today is payday!

At this time of year, the faces of the migrant workers are always beaming with joy, and even the investigators who are on the front lines fighting danger are no exception.

"Hey, good morning, Gandalf!"

Good morning, Mr. Gardener.

The man who greeted Ron was a middle-aged man with a physique as strong as a brown bear, a Level 1 Investigator of the Stardust Society.

He had worked with Ron on yesterday's operation, so they were more familiar with each other.

"Why are you back so early? I thought you'd have to wait until the afternoon."

"That's what the gardener said, his brown eyes filled with surprise."

Upon hearing this, Ron was taken aback and instinctively said:

"It's payday today, so of course I have to come early."

Having only two gold lions left in his pocket always made the boy feel uncertain.

Paying salaries.
The bear-like man paused, then exclaimed in surprise:

"You didn't spend the night in Hainletburg!?"

Staying overnight? Why would I need to stay overnight?

The blond boy frowned slightly. Was spending the night more important than getting paid?

Seeing Ron's expression, the middle-aged man slapped his thigh and shouted that it was a pity.

It was obvious to anyone with eyes that Catherine Hainlet was interested in the guy in front of her.

Look at how obedient the princess was yesterday; anyone who didn't know better would probably think Ron was the king.

And now you're telling me you didn't stay overnight!
In response, Mr. Gardener could only attribute it to Ron's lack of experience and his youthful ignorance of the allure of wealthy women.

Having a queen as a wife means you basically don't have to struggle for the rest of your life, not to mention that almost every king of the Kingdom of Oran eventually becomes a "legend".

This, this, this.
Oh dear!!! How foolish of you!!!
(End of this chapter)