I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 150 is a despicable, merciful choice of God.

"He said he was a monk who had come from the East to seek the Holy Light Scriptures in the Holy See's sanctuary."

"The ascetic had just arrived in Glenhill when he saw someone doing such an evil thing. He was so indignant that he couldn't wait to uphold justice and help you, the judge, clear your name."

At this point, the young deacon who had come to report paused, and strangely spelled out a phrase beside him.

"He also said that he was coming to help the Vatican, uh... to slay demons and monsters, yes, that's how he spelled the word!"

Upon hearing his subordinate's report, Silas seemed to freeze in place, unaware that even his favorite expensive dessert had fallen to the ground.

He simply couldn't imagine that in this cold and impersonal society, there could still be such a kind-hearted person.

This person is such a wonderful person!

Even someone as wicked and depraved as him couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.

Of course, the prerequisite for showing respect is that the ascetic must produce crucial evidence; otherwise, Silas wouldn't mind making him suffer more.

"What are you all standing there for? Quickly invite the master in!"

After receiving the order, the young deacon quickly withdrew, and soon knocked on the door again.

This time, however, he brought in an elderly man with white hair and beard.

The old man wore a simple, thick gray robe with a long sword underneath. He had a high nose, a thin face, and light blue eyes that were full of vicissitudes and wisdom. His beard and hair were long and thick, and he held a cane that he could swing at will.

For some reason, Silas felt that this person was very capable the moment he saw him.

"Oh, Holy Light above, are you the ascetic who has come from the East to seek the Holy Light Scripture from the Holy See's sanctuary?"

The chief judge unconsciously straightened his posture, scrutinized the ascetic from head to toe, and then frowned and asked a question.

Do you know who's behind this?

This is his biggest concern right now.

Before this, Silas had offended quite a few people, and many of his enemies had been eliminated by the Inquisition through various frame-ups, so much so that he had no idea who was behind this.

“It is I, Your Honor, the High Inquisitor. I am an honest man, and of course I know who is behind this. I would never have come here if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.”

"Gandalf," or rather, Ron said from the bottom of his heart.

"Yeah."

Upon hearing this, Silas narrowed his eyes slightly, and then his fleshy face suddenly became expressionless.

"You still dare to lie? You are clearly a person with ill intentions. Otherwise, why would you have come here by such a coincidence?"

"The Sai Wan Daily has only been published for half a day, and you're already saying you have important news? Do you know that deceiving the court is a serious crime!"

A deep, resonant voice suddenly rang out in the lounge, as if it were about to break through the old man in the gray robe's psychological defenses in an instant.

But soon, Silas realized that his tactic was not working.

Even though he stared intently at the person in front of him, he saw not a trace of panic or guilt on the gray-robed old man's face.

"Hmph, I didn't expect the Inquisition, located at the heart of the Holy See, to resort to such tricks!"

"Since the Chief Justice does not trust me, then I shall take my leave!"

Ron snorted coldly, lifted his robe, and turned to leave.

He is an open and honest person, and every word he speaks from the bottom of his heart is true. There is absolutely nothing for him to be ashamed of.

First of all, he did indeed come from the far East, and traveling from Earth to this place is more than just a long distance.

Secondly, he did indeed know who the author of "My Pope Father" was.

Yes, that's him.

People's hearts have turned bad; these days, no one even believes the truth?!
The old man in the gray robe's resoluteness and volatile temper caused the fat on Silas's face to twitch slightly.
His thoughts raced, and then a smile appeared on his face.

"No, no, no, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just necessary caution."

"If you can provide any important clues, I would be extremely grateful." In the office, Silas tapped his fingers lightly on the table and uttered a series of polite words.

Although the old man in front of us said he came for justice and for the holy light, who would believe such a selfless and desireless person?

He was probably from a small town, and he reeked of the stench of a country bumpkin. He wanted to use this opportunity to make demands of me and get a job in the courtroom.

Not stupid, not smart either.
Silas sneered inwardly, determined to make empty promises first, and then kick him out once he had extracted information.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he saw the old man in the lounge shake off his worn gray robe and say:

“I can provide you with the clues, Your Excellency the Grand Inquisitor, but I have a condition.”

really.

Silas raised an eyebrow and a sarcastic smile crept across his lips, seemingly enjoying seeing an upright person fall into depravity.

"What are your conditions? If you really have any leads, I might even let you serve as a deacon in the courtroom."

He patiently and persuasively explained.

"No need for the deacon, I only ask the Grand Inquisitor to release an innocent person."

"His name is Wilson. I'm ashamed to say that when I first arrived in the capital, I had very little money left. Thanks to his parents, I didn't have to sleep on the streets and I had a warm meal every day."

"I think there must be some misunderstanding that led the court to arrest him."

It was all to save someone!
It's all because of a few meals!
In that instant, Silas suddenly lost his appetite for the pastry in his mouth, and his eyes, squeezed into his fat, widened slightly as he thought the person in front of him must be crazy.

He is the Grand Inquisitor, the most powerful person in the Vatican besides the Pope and the twelve white archbishops.

He could bestow status and power at will, and everyone would reveal their greed to some extent in his presence.

And now, with such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity right in front of him, this guy actually chose to give it up!
Faintly, Silas seemed to see countless beams of holy light erupting from behind the gray-robed elder.
Where did this kind person come from? They're so good to behold! They're almost blinding me!

The Grand Judge's breath hitched, and twisted emotions of jealousy and resentment welled up in his mind. Compared to the other two, he felt like a clown.

Silas took two deep breaths and glanced at the young deacon in the room.

"Bring Wilson here and have your men investigate carefully to see if there really is any oversight."

Silence fell over the lounge, and after a short while, there was another knock on the door.

After a day and a night, Ron finally met his ultimate target—the unfortunate child of Boss Victor and Mrs. Mattia.

Wilson looks about eighteen years old. He inherited his mother's looks and his father's physique, and is handsome with delicate features and a broad back.

As soon as he entered, he spat at the gray-robed old man that Ron was dressed as.

"Bah! You lackeys of the Holy See! I am a mage, and no matter what tricks you use, I will never yield!"

After saying that, he turned his head away with a disdainful look.

Ron suddenly fell silent, because he felt that the kid's arrest might not have been due to a misunderstanding.

Although Ron and Wilson were not very familiar with each other, their only contact was when Ron was 12 years old and Wilson, who was 14, begged him to play in the mud.

At the time, Ron, who considered himself an adult, disdained such childishness, but he also felt a little guilty for not helping others.
So he decided to sacrifice himself.

Finally, Ron peed, and Wilson got muddy.

From then on, Wilson never gave him a friendly look again.

As Ron was reflecting on his feelings, he suddenly heard Silas's deep voice.

"Well? Your Excellency, I have brought the person to you."

"If the information is accurate enough, you may leave on your own."

The old man in the gray robe nodded and spoke truthfully:
"Your Excellency, this is a good deed done by a compassionate chosen one of God."

(End of this chapter)