I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 144 I, I like female dogs

Who's showing off here?!

If a being can summon a Tier 3 Heroic Spirit, its master's rank must also be quite high.

The third rank is neither high nor low; those in the Papacy serve as priests or deacons.

Just then, the butler suddenly heard someone whisper in the corner of the tavern:
"One cut."

The knight, now a heroic spirit, flashed and suddenly appeared beside Deacon Mambo.
He slashed horizontally with his broadsword, the blade gleaming with a cold light, stirring up a storm that seemed to cut the entire Tribunal squad in half.

clang!
The clanging sound of metal striking metal rang out.

An invisible shield of energy suddenly appeared, deflecting the knight's broadsword at a specific angle.

"Who are you? Do you know that attacking the courtroom is a serious crime?!"

Deacon Mambo and his four subordinates retreated in a panic until they were sure that Broadsword was not pursuing them further. Only then did they notice the very low-key young man in the corner.

Ron silently swallowed the last bite of stew, his little face becoming extremely serious.

"A serious crime? I'm so scared!"

He said from the bottom of his heart that he never expected that such a kind-hearted person who always helped others would one day be subject to the gallows.

However, these words sounded like a mockery to the courtroom team.

Deacon Mambo's eyes, which he had been forcing open in pain, widened instantly in disbelief that anyone would dare to so blatantly disregard the authority of the Holy See. He roared hoarsely:

"Pretend to be crazy, grab him, I'm going to cut off his hand too!"

In an instant, four members of the Inquisition squad rushed toward Ron, swords in hand.

This was not a reckless act, but rather because most mages skilled in summoning heroic spirits were agile and easily pushed over.
To catch the thief, first catch the king; this is a principle that will never change in any world.

However, Ron wasn't nervous at all, because he wasn't alone.

"Second cut."

The blond boy raised his finger and tapped lightly. A light flashed behind him, and suddenly a middle-aged man in a blood-red military uniform, exuding a powerful aura, rushed out.

This is... Lord Aleka, a fourth-rank official!
This compassionate believer has now lost his cruel nature, has deeply realized his mistakes, has become better, and no longer torments people.

Therefore, he used all his strength in his meteor hammer, smashing it straight at the head of the court squad member.

If you kill someone with a single blow, there will be no pain.

He's actually a fourth-tier expert!
Upon seeing this scene, Deacon Mambo felt a chill run down his spine and considered abandoning his subordinates and turning to run away.

If one can summon a fourth-tier heroic spirit so easily, then the spirit's own strength must be at least fourth-tier.

No, he might even be a fifth-tier expert!
His head, which had been held high, now unconsciously drooped. His arrogance was shattered by fear and chill, and he could only watch helplessly as the heads of his four subordinates, who had been intimidated by his imposing presence, were about to be smashed to pieces by the meteor hammer.

Fortunately, the bloody and cruel scene did not occur; the meteor hammer stopped in mid-air and did not actually fall.

Just then, Deacon Mambo suddenly saw the mysterious boy in the corner walking towards him.

In an instant, an immense pressure surged into his heart.

"What did you just say you liked? I didn't hear you clearly."

Ron could only catch the gist of what Deacon Mambo and Mrs. Mattia were saying, though they were speaking very softly. It sounded like they were talking about something like "bitch".

Is he here to humiliate me?
Hearing this, the butler gritted his teeth, his body trembling, but facing Ron's deep blue eyes, he said quite bluntly:
"Sir, I said I like female dogs!"

!!!

Ron was taken aback.

Suddenly, I remembered that kind-hearted Mrs. Mattia would always feed the kittens and puppies in Dawn Lane with food that was about to spoil.

Could it be that he just wanted Mrs. Mattia to become an accomplice to evil?
Is the Vatican under a lot of work pressure?

They don't even spare cute little animals!
He knew about the perverted Dorron in the capital, but this level of perversion still exceeded his imagination.

Even someone as knowledgeable as him couldn't help but freeze in place.

However, helping everyone achieve their dreams is Ron's guiding principle.

The thought of Mr. Mambo's unrequited love also made him feel heartbroken.

After a long while, Ron frowned and offered a suggestion.

“Mr. Mambo, I think if you want to pursue a female dog, you have to work hard yourself. You can’t force a relationship.”

"For example, you have to lie on the ground and bark like a dog, and then have your subordinates take you for a walk." At that moment, the butler felt a chill in his heart.

"My lord, I."

Before he could finish speaking, Ron interrupted him with a friendly wave.

Do you need my help?

That's true. Most people wouldn't be able to bring themselves to do something like that. If Mr. Mambo is really willing, Ron wouldn't mind sincerely helping him.

However, his words sounded more like a threat to the butler.

"me."

What he meant was that if I didn't agree, he would just kill me.

Thoughts raced through his mind. Deacon Mambo's lips trembled. He gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and quickly lay down on the ground.

"Wow wow wow!"

He barked loudly and made the gesture of a stray dog ​​urinating, and finally, under Ron's gaze, he led his men out of the tavern.

The capital city produces talented people!
Seeing this scene, Ron couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

"Mrs. Mattia, are you alright?"

With the trouble successfully resolved, the blond boy hurriedly went to the side of the classical beauty and asked her with concern.

To be honest, Ron was very worried about the future of the Kingdom of Oran, and he understood why Elena was so dismissive of Catherine.

The legal system of the Kingdom of Oran is not perfect, or rather, the law generally only applies to the area it can govern.

The entire Kingdom of Oran is less a kingdom and more an alliance, a community of interests comprised of the Papacy, the Royal Family, the Mage Association, the Institute of Enlightenment, and others.

Each ally has its own discretion, but the trial of heretics is decided by the Papacy, and the laws of the Kingdom of Oran have no jurisdiction over this.

This approach might have been a fairly good system a thousand years ago, but it's hard to say whether it will be so a thousand years from now.

"I'm fine"

"Thank you, Ron. You've really grown up. Without you, I probably wouldn't be here today."

At that moment, Mrs. Mattia seemed to have aged twenty years.

Although the immediate threat has been resolved, her husband and children are still not out of danger.

She wanted Ron, who was successful, to help her, but she was worried about getting him into trouble.

The classical beauty's lips twitched a few times, but she ultimately couldn't open her mouth.

Seeing this, the blond boy pursed his lips, patted his chest, and said:

"Mrs. Mattia, leave Wilson to me. Don't worry, I'll definitely get him out!"

It's time to uphold justice!

Faintly, the holy light seemed to be calling out in the boy's ears.

crunch--

Just then, the tavern door was pushed open from the outside, and Victor, the owner, hurriedly returned.

A few minutes earlier, he had heard from his neighbors that a court deacon had broken into his family's tavern.

With his wife on his mind, Victor anxiously looked around as soon as he entered the tavern, and finally saw the promising Ron and his wife, who was perfectly fine.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, knowing that the kind-hearted boy must have already resolved the matter.

"Victor, where's Wilson?"

When Mattia saw her husband, who had gone to bail out their son, return, she pressed him for details.

Upon hearing his wife's question, Boss Victor's breath hitched, and he silently shook his head.

"Victor, say something! Didn't I tell you to take the money?"

Mrs. Mattia's vision went black, and she threw herself at her husband's arm, shaking it as tears streamed down her face.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man sighed and said, "I've inquired, and they say that Wilson has offended someone, and even if he takes money, they won't dare to bail him out."

(End of this chapter)