I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 153 I Know a Big Shot in the Stardust Society
"Your Holiness, why did you give the best seats for the ceremony to that old bastard... no, to him?"

“Count Granger, the kingdom’s finance minister has been begging for a long time, but you still haven’t given it to me.”

As Ron's figure receded into the distance, Saint Lillian tilted her head slightly and asked in a low voice.

Cyrus VII did not answer until Ron's figure was out of sight, then he slowly said:
"He is the one chosen by God, and the Vatican must give him the respect he deserves."

Having said that, the Pope fell silent.

As for what he was thinking, no one knows.

God's Chosen!
"Another person outside the Vatican. God's eyes are so discerning. I work diligently day and night, but I haven't received His attention."

"So, what title would you like to give him this time?"

"I remember we've used up all the available titles. The last one was 'Holy Penis,' so is this one 'Holy Butt Cleft'?"

"Or the Golden Elbow Strike, the Divine Sponge Corpus or something?"

Is it possible that your lack of attention is not due to work-related reasons, but simply due to personal reasons?
Cyrus VII remained silent for a long time before turning around and murmuring in a voice only he could hear.

'Divine revelation has not been delivered for 36 years. If He is powerless to issue decrees, how can He possess divine favor?'

The old man wearing a triple crown suddenly sighed, then said to the white-robed archbishop beside him:
"No matter what, we must find out the state of God."

Upon hearing this, Saint Elaine's blood-red eyes flashed with delight, and she exclaimed in surprise:

"Yes, we can ask that chosen one, he definitely knows!"

After saying that, she wanted to chase after him, but then she found that Ron had already disappeared.

At this moment, Cyrus VII said from the side:
"Perhaps you could also ask the other chosen one."

"Perhaps the deity is ill, or perhaps the deity is simply resting; who can say for sure?"

"However, as the link between gods and believers, it is our duty to confirm the status."

Having said that, the Pope turned his gaze to the Chief Justice, who had rushed over in such a hurry that he had even lost a shoe in the process.

His expression remained incredibly kind, unchanged.

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Inside the spacious four-wheeled carriage, Ron was surrounded by magical light that resembled starlight.

In the blink of an eye, the image of the gray-robed old man shattered, and the image of the blond boy appeared before Wilson.

Is it really him? When did he become so amazing?

The burly, handsome young man glanced at Ron, a little embarrassed but also grateful, and said:
"Thanks."

Upon hearing this, Ron raised a handsome eyebrow.

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

Wilson's lips twitched, but he still raised his voice and said:
"Thanks!"

"I still didn't hear you clearly."

Damn it, you're always acting like that!

The burly young man's face was contorted, but he still roared:
"I said thank you!"

This wasn't because Wilson genuinely forgave Ron for putting urine in a bottle and pretending it was water after being rescued.

Instead, the consideration was that this guy would definitely tell his parents that he hadn't thanked his savior.
When it arrives, the mixed doubles attack is not something a fragile mage can withstand.

“Wilson, you should thank Mr. Victor and Mrs. Mattia the most, not me.”

"Do you know that Mr. Victor spent all his savings to save you, almost closed down the tavern he had built up with his life's work, and was eventually kicked out of the courtroom?"

"Do you know that Mrs. Mattia has been humiliated and ridiculed because of you?"

The blond boy spoke from the bottom of his heart, without any hint of sarcasm.

Wilson paused, remaining silent, his eyes fixed on the rapidly flashing images outside the car window, tears welling up in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think that far ahead,” he said softly. “It’s no use talking to me; this is something for Mr. Victor and Mrs. Mattia to hear.”

Ron grunted, his tense little face unexpectedly serious.

Upon hearing this, the burly young man felt a pang of sadness for some reason.

It seems that what Ron said, and the suffering his parents endured because of him, touched a nerve with him.

At that moment, Wilson felt a surge of emotion, as if he wanted to go home and apologize to his parents.

However, despite admitting his mistake, Wilson still pouted unhappily when he saw the elder's demeanor in front of him.

“Ron, don’t make that face. This time, it’s Wilson who owes you.”

"Even without you, I'm sure I'll be bailed out eventually!"

"Fire them out? In the form of a corpse?"

The blond boy retaliated without hesitation.

"How could that be? I know quite a few aristocratic children and a very important person at school!"

The burly young man was the first to retort, seemingly having finally found an area where he was better than Ron.

“Ron, I know you found a job in the police department, even a rather special one, that can make those knights back down.”

"But the big shots I know are far more important than the police department!"

Upon hearing this, the blond boy raised an eyebrow. "Then why was it me who ended up getting you out?"

"They are definitely planning something, they are preparing something!"

Wilson retorted loudly, then quietly leaned close to Ron's ear, his tone slightly smug.

"You should know about the Stardust Society, right?"

"That was the Mage Association more than a thousand years ago, a sacred place that all mages yearn for."

"The big shot I know is a Level 3 Investigator from the Stardust Society."

"That's why I said my friends would definitely find a way to get me out!"

?

I'm so awesome, how come I didn't know?
The blond boy was taken aback.

Frankly speaking, if we follow the classification from over 1,300 years ago, a Level 3 Investigator would undoubtedly be a formal member of the "Mage Association".

In reality, their strength might be at the second or third tier. If they're just pretending to be weak and are only nominally members, they can still be official members at the fourth or fifth tier.

But almost no one does that; it's common sense that only by making contributions can one gain higher status and resources.

Ron, as a Level 1 Investigator, is essentially a "deacon" in terms of status, and should be leading a small team.

However, considering that he was a close confidant and someone Olivia was keeping a close watch on, she did not assign him any team.

"Hmph, are you dumbfounded now, Ron? If you want, I can introduce you to that important person."

"As long as you pay enough money and complete the tasks assigned by the Stardust Society, you will have a chance to be accepted!"

Wilson finally smiled, seemingly finding Ron's stunned expression quite amusing.

Ha, going through the back door?
The important person you know isn't an imposter, is he? I don't even have the ability to pull strings for you.
"So, the Stardust Society's mission is for you to offend the Grand Inquisitor of the Holy See?"

Ron noticed something was wrong.

"Yes, the Mage Association has been at odds with the Holy See for over a thousand years. How can we be afraid of the Holy See if we want to join the Stardust Society?"

"This is the trial task that important figure gave me. As long as I slap the Grand Judge, I will have completed the test!"

"But I didn't dare do that, I just glared at him."

Wilson was somewhat disappointed.

(End of this chapter)