I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 154 Mixed Doubles
Luckily, it was just a glare; there wasn't any "What are you looking at? What's it to you?" or "What are you going to do about it?" kind of response. Otherwise, you probably would have been killed on the street.
Ron's thoughts were churning like tiny bubbles. He stroked his chin, frowned, and asked:
"Didn't you consider that the important figure in the Stardust Society might be an imposter?"

"Of course, but he has the Stardust Order's badge and credentials!"

"Do you think I'm stupid? That I would believe his lie so easily?"

Wilson stared at him, as if to say, "Are you looking down on me?"

Upon hearing this, the blond boy frowned even more deeply.

It's fine if there are no badges or identification, but it's different if there are badges and identification.

Making fake certificates is illegal.

If the documents are genuine, it indicates that there are bad people within the Stardust Movement.

In just one month, Ron had developed a sense of belonging to this job, which offered good pay, was extremely dangerous, and had a tall, leggy female boss.

If any investigators are indeed using this method to amass wealth, he wouldn't hesitate to report them.

Thinking of this, he cleared his throat and asked calmly:
"Wilson, how much money did that 'big shot' charge you?"

"Well, not less. It's 20 gold lions."

The burly young man hesitated for a moment, but then realized that Ron wasn't his father or mother, so he immediately retorted firmly:

"Never mind that, just tell me if you want to join or not?"

"If you want to enter the Stardust Club normally, you have to go through layers of assessments, assessments that even outstanding senior students can't pass."

is it?

How did you, a student, get 20 gold lions?

Inside the carriage, Ron nodded to himself, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, but silently gazing out the window.

The wheels rolled quickly on the stone pavement, scattering pebbles carelessly to the side.
Ron had planned to have Wilson pay for the return carriage fare, but who knew that the guy had gone to the courthouse and was penniless.

With no other option, he had to settle the fare of 3 silver eagles and return to Chenxi Lane in the evening.

Chenxi Lane is still the same Chenxi Lane. Although it is already evening, the liveliness has not diminished in the slightest.

Standing on the street, Wilson saw his tavern, which was not open for business that day.
He pursed his lips, feeling both guilty and at a loss, like a child who had gotten into trouble outside and didn't know how to face his parents.

Just then, the tavern door creaked open, and the haggard Mrs. Mattia paused in her tracks.

"Wilson!"

She noticed her child immediately, first in disbelief, then a smile appeared on her face, and finally tears of worry streamed down her face.

The classical beauty took a few quick steps and touched her son's body. Only after finding whip marks and no other injuries did she breathe a long sigh of relief.

This was much better than she had imagined.

"Wilson!"

Just then, Mr. Victor, hearing his wife's cries, rushed out as well.
However, he was better able to control his emotions than his wife.
"Thank you, Ron!"

"If it weren't for you, Wilson would never have been able to come back. From now on, you can eat here as if you were at home; it'll be free for you!"

The neighbors' gratitude was simple and unpretentious, but unexpectedly helpful.

Ron's feelings were mixed after unlocking the all-inclusive meal and lodging package in Dawn Alley.

This made him appear like a social outcast who freeloads off others.

However, he didn't show it, and instead reluctantly followed Victor into the tavern.

"Mom, I'm perfectly fine, I'm not hurt at all."

Looking at the familiar yet old-fashioned furnishings of the tavern, and feeling his parents' heartfelt worry and concern, Wilson's eyes welled up with tears.

For some reason, he remembered Ron's warning in the carriage.

The words of thanks and apology should not be said to him, but to the parents who were almost implicated by him.

Wilson pursed his lips and wiped away the tears blurring his vision. He was about to offer a heartfelt apology when he saw his father, who had been smiling broadly outside, now have a downturned smile.

A belt had appeared in his hands without him noticing.

Wilson's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively looked at his mother.

At that moment, Mrs. Mattia and her husband made the same choice, their lips pursed as they held a thick rolling pin in their hands.

Upon seeing this, Wilson was startled, all the emotion he had just felt vanished, and he asked incredulously:

"Am I still your biological child?"

These words were like a lit fuse, instantly giving Boss Victor a reason to take action.

"How dare you be so stubborn!"

Snapped!
"I'll teach you to cause trouble! I'll teach you to cause trouble!"

"How have I always told you not to associate with those noble children? You just won't listen, you just won't listen!"

clap clap clap!
Although Boss Victor is middle-aged and his tall figure has become out of shape and overweight, he can still beat up the burly Wilson with one hand.

This is what a complete childhood should be like.
Seeing this, Ron smiled with satisfaction.

While Silas's abuse of power is certainly reprehensible, Wilson's impulsive and reckless actions also require education.

Thinking of this, the blond boy suddenly shouted:

“Mr. Victor, Wilson just told me that he was cheated out of 20 gold lions at the academy and told me not to tell you.”

Upon hearing this, Victor swung his belt even harder.

Despicable! Shameless!
Wilson, his face ashen, involuntarily let out a cry of grief and indignation:

"Ron, you despicable scoundrel, don't even think about getting me to take you there!"

"You dare call him Ron?"

Before he could finish speaking, Victor interrupted him abruptly, "He saved your life, and you still dare to talk back!"

“From now on, Ron is my brother, and by seniority, he’s your godfather!”

Godfather!?
Wilson's breath hitched, and he looked incredulously at the boy who was grinning slyly. He almost fainted.

Someone else's child has become a godfather; generally speaking, no one can accept such a thing.

However, Ron didn't care. Seeing that everything was almost resolved, he quietly pushed open the tavern door and slipped out.

He believed in leaving without lifting a finger after accomplishing his task, keeping his achievements and fame hidden. This was his motto in life.

Just then, the tavern door behind Ron opened again, and Mrs. Mattia followed closely behind.

She held an old-fashioned bottle with a faint wind swirling around it and shoved it directly into Ron's arms.

"This bottle of wine is Victor's treasure. It is said to have been brewed by his great-great-grandfather using a family secret recipe and has been aged for many years."

The classical beauty first introduced herself with a smile, then sighed slightly.

"Take it, little Ron. We really have nothing else to thank you for, except this bottle of wine, which is of some value."

Upon hearing this, the blond boy blinked. "But I didn't choose to help for the money."

Mrs. Mattia smiled, regaining her usual composed and elegant demeanor, and said:

"Well, gifts between neighbors don't need a reason, do they?"

[You saved a family from breaking apart, demonstrating the benevolence and selflessness of the Holy Light. Your Holy Sword Proficiency +50]

[Holy Sword Art (Master 1924/3000) Notes.]

(End of this chapter)