I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 152 The Pope Thinks Highly of You
For some reason, Ron felt that it was rather hot around him.

Perhaps in early September, the capital still retains the sweltering heat of summer.
However, upon closer examination, the truth is not so.
Because Ron saw the court personnel, who filled the entire hall, all gasp in surprise, making an outstanding contribution to warming the capital.

"Judging from your appearance, you are an ascetic who believes in the Holy Light?"

Despite his white hair and beard, the kind-faced Cyrus VII did not fly into a rage; instead, his tone was surprisingly gentle.

Seeing that the person in front of him did not respond, he slightly shook the scepter in his hand, which was made of fine gold and inlaid with many gems.

"God says that those who dare to question are full of courage, and we should emulate them."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the white-haired, blood-eyed archbishop beside him whisper:

"No way, you actually want to kowtow to him?"

The next moment, Saint Lillian quickly covered her mouth, looked around and, after realizing that no one was paying attention to her unconscious cursing, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Cyrus VII did not react at all, as if he had not heard, and continued to look at Ron with a smile.

"However, God also said, 'There shall be a great one among you who will shepherd my flock, and you shall not let the flock lose its way.'"

"According to the laws of the Kingdom of Oran, it is perfectly reasonable to bow to those who are taller."

Upon hearing this, Ron couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "The Pope truly lives up to his title; he is not only powerful but also incredibly eloquent."

You use the laws of the Kingdom of Oran to justify what the Papacy forbids, and you use the precepts of the Papacy to counter what the laws of the Kingdom of Oran forbid.

Okay, okay, this is how you play, right?
You've said all the nice things and the mean things. If we join the Stardust Society's rules, does that mean whatever Olivia says goes?

Ron silently complained about his domineering female boss, while secretly breathing a sigh of relief.

In the instant he faced Cyrus VII, his greatest fear was that his "shapeshifting" technique would be discovered.

Although this spell was praised by the proud and arrogant Fiona more than 1,300 years ago, who knows if the Pope might have other tricks up his sleeve.

Yes, it's incredibly realistic; the panel's ratings are quite reliable.
"You're right."

Without dwelling on the matter of whether or not to perform the proper etiquette, Ron gave a casual reply and scanned his surroundings for the best escape route.

However, Cyrus VII did not let the ascetic off the hook, and asked in a gentle yet aged voice:
“You who believe in the Holy Light, where do you come from? The ascetic community of the Kingdom of Oran, I don’t recall having you among them.”

The Pope is the Pope because he's not an incompetent fool like Silas.
Once his identity is exposed, even his status as a Level 1 Investigator of the Stardust Society might not be able to save him.
It's finally here!

Ron's heart tightened, his mind raced, and he uttered the lie he had already planned.

“I came from the easternmost province of Boshi in the kingdom. I have never entered the Papacy, but have only experienced the way of the Holy Light on my own.”

Although lying violates the virtues and justice of the Holy Light, Ron is not the kind of person who is pedantic.

Even the Holy Light elementals who were on high alert with him were silently patting him on the shoulder, as if to say...
It's okay, these are necessary sacrifices!
What is happening at this moment may seem unremarkable to other Papacy believers who cannot perceive the Holy Light.

But Cyrus VII was slightly moved.

This is the second person chosen by the Holy Light, and both of them happen to be outside the Church.
The old man, wearing a triple crown, asked with a hint of confusion followed by a glint of shrewdness in his eyes, his kind expression still sharp:
"You have never believed in my God?"

"No," Ron answered straightforwardly, telling the truth.

"Would you like to join the Papacy?"

Before Ron could answer, Cyrus VII continued speaking to himself:

"With your abilities, you are fully capable of bearing the honor of the White Archbishop."

"The Vatican is a holy place and will not pay you a salary, but the white-robed archbishop will receive a simple residence of 240 square meters in the inner city of the capital, adjacent to the Vatican headquarters. "Every month, there will be 100,000 gold lions for missionary expenses, which will allow you to better spread the faith for God."

"Moreover, you will gain the love and respect of all believers in the Vatican, how about it?"

Take less?

A humble dwelling of 240 square meters in the inner city!
If Ron remembered correctly, it was not a simple dwelling at all, but a beautifully decorated, sprawling detached villa with a front and back garden.

They also receive 100,000 gold lions in missionary funding each month, and gain the love and respect of Holy Light believers.

Fame, power, and wealth are things that most people pursue throughout their lives.
Even Ron couldn't help but be deeply moved at this moment.

However, after thinking about the president's long, shapely legs that seemed to last longer than his own life, his silly head, and his tendency to take responsibility for his own actions, Ron still couldn't rest easy and decided to say no to bad temptations.

As the saying goes, a man's virginity is long, but his knowledge is short.

Moreover, after witnessing what happened to Victor's family, Ron could easily figure out how they got their monthly allowance of 100,000 and their large villa.

Simple donations from believers cannot withstand such extravagance.

He snorted coldly: "No need."

Having said that, he tried to take advantage of a lull in the conversation to force Wilson to leave.

The poor, burly guy was so scared his legs were about to give way.

However, this is only natural; not everyone has a heart as big as Ron's.

One step, two steps, three steps, I walked through the aisle amidst the crowd, enduring scrutinizing and curious gazes.

Ron finally helped Wilson to the arched gate.

Cyrus VII is right before our eyes, but judging from his appearance, most people would probably think he is a kind old man.

But only Ron, who was standing nearby, felt the immense pressure and the faint repulsion from the holy light elements around him.

He moved his feet subtly and finally brushed past Cyrus VII.

"and many more!"

But just then, Cyrus VII suddenly called out to Ron.

Are all officials in your Vatican like this? Can't you just get to the point all at once?!
Ron's lips twitched slightly as he turned his head to see the white-haired, blood-eyed archbishop in white robes handing him a card made of gold and covered in intricate patterns.

What does this mean? Could this be a room key?
I'm not making plans!

Ron, hidden under the shapeshifting spell, almost turned pale when he saw Cyrus VII staring straight at him and instinctively covered his bottom.

"Since the gods have brought us together here, it must not be a coincidence."

"Eternal Day is a month away, which is also the birthday of God. The Vatican will hold a grand ceremony on that day."

Cyrus VII did not continue speaking, and the meaning he expressed could not be clearer.

Ron was a little taken aback by the fact that such a symbolic card was given after only meeting once.

But gold shines wherever it is.
Thinking of this, Ron took the card and nodded.

"I will be there on time."

LOL, anyone who goes there is an idiot.
(End of this chapter)