I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 145 The Shame of the Tribunal

It wasn't collusion with a cult, but rather offending someone.
Ron frowned, his handsome brows furrowing as he sincerely lamented that the Kingdom of Oran needed a major reform.

An ordinary and happy family of three almost lost everything because of this ridiculous reason.
This left the kind-hearted boy unsure of what expression to make.

Ron was perhaps lucky to have gained Olivia's favor, and no matter what he did, he had this "legend" who was capable of breaking the rules to back him up.

But who will uphold justice for the ordinary people living in this kingdom?
At this moment, Ron felt the weight of the "Path of Holy Light".

He couldn't imagine what Mrs. Mattia would have suffered, what kind of blow Mr. Victor would have received, or whether the cats and dogs in Dawn Lane would have met with cruelty if he hadn't been there today.

Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?
"Mr. Victor, don't worry, what happened?"

In a cold, impersonal, and backward alien world, the concept of human rights seems particularly foreign.

But for Ron, everyone is unique.

Looking at the boy who was patting his chest and making grand promises, Victor seemed to recall the scene a month ago when he tugged at Ron's sleeve and told him not to act impulsively in front of that group of knights.

For some reason, a fire seemed to ignite in his heart, as if he had grasped at the last straw.

The tavern owner looked excited, then sighed deeply and said:
"I only heard that Wilson offended the son of some high-ranking official in the Inquisition for something."

"I'm still a useless father."

"He always complained that my mother and I running a restaurant wasn't respectable enough and that it made him lose face at school."

"If I, if I"

Viktor repeated the last sentence for a long time but couldn't get it out.

He might be saying that if he, as a father, had been more dignified, his wife and children might not have suffered so much.

"I understand, Mr. Victor. Leave this to me!"

The blond boy nodded earnestly, offering comfort to Victor and his wife from a professional perspective.

With no intention of staying any longer, he turned and prepared to leave the tavern.

“Little Ron, the neighbors in Dawn Lane all say you are their pride, but don’t push yourself too hard.”

Just then, Ron suddenly heard Mrs. Mattia shout.

Upon hearing this, he did not turn around, but simply left the Viktor couple with a reliable silhouette.

-

The midday sun was blocked by layers of alchemical waste gas clouds, as if shrouding the entire world in shadow.

Walking on the old, cracked stone slabs, Ron stroked his chin and frowned in thought.

Just then, he suddenly heard a familiar shout.

"Ron, are Victor and his family alright?"

The landlady, in her fifties, stopped the boy in his tracks. With her signature bright red lips, she quickly pulled Ron back to reality.

If I remember correctly, the property of Victor's Tavern also seems to belong to the landlady.
The blond boy's lips twitched heavily, and he spread his small hands, saying solemnly:
“Ms. Caroline, the matter has not truly been resolved.”

Then, he recounted the details, and suddenly noticed that the landlady's face gradually turned regretful.

"Is that so, the courtroom?"

"How did little Wilson get involved with those executioners? My God."

She seemed startled and instinctively patted her chest.

However, the landlady's face turned extremely serious the next second, and she said in a mature woman's voice: "Ron, there are some things that Mr. and Mrs. Victor can't say, but I must warn you, don't get yourself into trouble!"

“I know you’re not the poor kid you used to be, and you even work in a secret unit of the police department, but the Vatican’s inquiries can even judge nobles.”

"No one will blame you for thinking about your own safety. I have other properties in other cities. At worst, I can have Viktor and his wife move out of the capital."

As a wealthy person who lives a comfortable life by collecting rent, Caroline believes that her vision is much broader than that of the average person.

She knows who she can mess with and who she shouldn't.

The Knights Templar may be governed by the laws of the kingdom, but the high and mighty Inquisition will not.

Hearing this, Ron was deeply moved. He never expected that someone would care about him, even though he was an orphan all his life.

However, despite being moved, the blond boy raised his eyebrows, just like he had given a thumbs-up on that rainy night, revealing a set of small white teeth.

"Don't worry, Ms. Caroline, leave this to me!"

The landlady choked for a moment, then blushed slightly as she recalled that rainy night, and said in an annoyed tone:

"You're always helping everyone, but one day you'll die because of meddling in other people's business."

"Perfect timing! With you dead, I can rent out my house to someone else!"

Having said that, she ignored Ron, muttering something under her breath, and headed straight for Victor's tavern.

-

Ron's relationship with the Vatican was not ideal, so he rejected the dark backdoor approach immediately.

As for seeking help from the guild master to use his power, the blond boy racked his brains and realized that the Stardust Society seemed to have thoroughly humiliated the Holy See in the "Throne Contest."
Unless Pope Cyrus VII has masochistic tendencies, he would certainly not give in when Olivia, the leader of an opposing force, comes to demand her release, and might even make things worse.

Sigh~ I can only rely on myself now!

Hmm. I seem to have heard Catherine mention that the one currently in charge of the Inquisition is some kind of white-robed archbishop named St. Lillian?

But that has nothing to do with me, and I don't know anyone in the courtroom. To resolve this issue, I need to find out exactly why Wilson was arrested.

With that thought in mind, Ron went to a coffee shop in the old Jinde Department Store shopping street to wait.

Just two hours later, a hurried blue-haired figure pushed open the shop door, his light blue eyes instantly locking onto Ron.

"Boss, it's been a long time."

Amber plopped down across the table.

Her more defined features were much more striking than usual, suggesting she'd been doing quite well lately.

"In fact, it's only been a week since you took the fruit from my hospital bed!"

The blond boy curled his lip and asked directly without wasting any words:
"Did you find the information I asked you to find?"

"Some bosses are really strange. Why would you seek out a dismissed member of the tribunal?"

Amber stared at the boy's delicate face, making sarcastic remarks as she handed him the file folder.

Snakes have their paths, rats have their ways, and as a fairly competent informant, the blue-haired girl naturally has her own channels for gathering information.

Seeing Ron open the file folder, Amber immediately moved closer to him and pointed to one of the papers, saying:

“Look, quite a few members of the tribunal have been expelled, but this one is the most famous.”

"Ashton Lake served as a Deacon of the Original Tribunal from 1360 to 1365 in the Oran calendar. He was denounced for embezzlement, bribery, renunciation of faith, and adultery with other men's wives and daughters."

As expected.
(End of this chapter)