I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 181 The White-Clad Bishop with a Mouth Full of Foul Language

Good morning, Mr. Edward.

Good morning, Ms. Natasha.

"The owl houses should all be repaired by now, so I should leave today."

Three days flew by, it felt like a dream.

The magical owl clan is very hospitable. When they heard that members of the Stardust Society had come to repair their homes, they all brought out their treasures to entertain them.

Ron had assumed the treasures would consist of insects, mice, small birds, and venomous snakes, and he was prepared not to disappoint the owl brothers.

However, the weather is unpredictable, and fortune can change in an instant; the ancients were right.

As one hard loaf of bread after another fell, Ron inevitably fell into confusion and pain.

Chewing it dry, that's for sure!

A magic owl's daily wage is 50 copper deer, while a loaf of hard bread can be bought for 3 or 4 copper deer, making it a very cost-effective food for them.

Looking back at the clean and tidy treehouse, which he had summoned and whose repairs he had made, Ron felt a sense of accomplishment.

I've done a lot of good things these past three days, and my proficiency has increased rapidly.

[Holy Light - Heroic Spirit Summoning (Mastery 123/300) Notes.]

Because of the spell of "summoning heroic spirits" that he has been using, his proficiency has reached the level of "mastery".

To Ron's delight, the "Mastery" level of summoning magic allowed the Heroic Spirit to bear a portion of his own power and magic without any additional cost.

He could already imagine a powerful legion whose entire members were proficient in "Holy Sword Technique".

As for the proficiency gained from doing good deeds, Ron added it all to "Holy Sword Technique".

[Holy Sword Art (Master 2224/3000) Notes.]

This was different from the boy's previous plan, but having learned about the "divine traits," he only wanted to level up "Holy Sword Technique" to the maximum level as soon as possible.

If you carefully experience the magic that has reached its pinnacle, will it bring about new changes?

"Sigh~ The healing spell says it's comparable to the gods, but why don't I feel anything? Is it because I'm too weak?"

Ron muttered something under his breath, slung his bag over his shoulder, and waved to the hundreds of magical owls behind him.

It's time to say goodbye.

-

Following the forest path, Ron used his longsword to clear the way, and after an hour, he finally arrived at the outskirts of Whispering Forest.

Honestly, using magic nodes to teleport back is obviously faster, but as a responsible worker, you should learn to slack off appropriately.

"Going back early means getting back to work sooner. It's better to spend the morning walking back. That way, you can not only enjoy the scenery, but you might also get a half-day off in the afternoon."

Ron took a deep breath of fresh air and unconsciously sighed.

But then he heard a snicker coming from the side of the road.

"Someone like this can be the chosen one of the Holy Light? The Holy Light God is truly blind! Truly deaf!"

The voice sounded surprisingly familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere before.

Ron instinctively turned his head to look at the towering trees beside the road.
Below him sat a young woman with white hair and a white robe in a very undignified manner on the grass, scrutinizing Ron with eyes as red as blood.

The woman had a dignified and pure appearance, and was exceptionally beautiful, but the neurotic smile on her lips made the boy's anus tighten.

Archbishop Saint Lillian in White Robes!

Oh no, is it coming for me?
Have I been exposed?!
Ron has never actually fought the White Archbishop, but he's sure to be stronger than the virgin choir leader.

With thoughts racing through his mind, Ron quickly scanned his surroundings but did not find Cyrus VII. He unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uh, ma'am, who are you?"

He pretended not to recognize the other person, frowning as he asked, "Stop playing dumb with me. You're a Stardust Society member and an investigator, don't you recognize me?"

"You idiot!"

As he spoke, the white-robed archbishop, who was holy and dignified like an angel, raised two middle fingers.

Upon witnessing this scene, Ron felt a wave of dizziness, unable to comprehend how such a person had entered the Holy See.

He glanced again at Saint Lillian, whose posture was unusually ungraceful, and tentatively replied:
"Uh, I just wasn't sure, since you're usually following behind Cyrus VII."

Besides, you weren't swearing the last time I saw you.

Ron silently added in his mind.

Wearing a pristine white dress and sitting cross-legged on the boulder, Saint Lillian remained unfazed by Ron's astonishment, casually humming in response.

"I'm off today, and I usually come here to relax, and then I happen to see you."

Her bloodshot eyes flickered slightly, then she frowned and asked:

"How many hairs do you see?"

Ron immediately looked away and stopped staring.

White hair and bloodshot eyes—even gentlemen from the past would be overjoyed by it, let alone Ron, who is at the age where he is just beginning to stir with desire.

However, despite his good looks, the young man had no intention of getting close to him.

He could only think to himself, "Selrus VII really knows how to enjoy life," before turning away and continuing on his way as if he were a stranger.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Just then, Ron suddenly heard a curse word behind him, and then felt his robe being pulled by something invisible, leaving him unable to move.

"Is there something you need? We don't seem to know each other very well."

He sighed helplessly, struggled for a moment, and then realized that his clothes were almost torn to shreds.
He could only let the invisible force pull him to the foot of the towering tree, to the holy lady with white hair and blood-red eyes.

Ron is a decent man and doesn't like to streak.

A fresh vanilla scent wafted into the boy's nostrils, making him unable to distinguish whether it was the scent of the white-robed archbishop or the fragrance of grass and flowers from nature.

Why are you in such a hurry?

"Even if you leave today, I'll still come looking for you tomorrow or the day after."

Saint Lillian glared at Ron with her bloodshot eyes, then arrogantly raised her chin.

"I have a question for you. Since you were able to receive the blessing of the 'Holy Light God,' you should know the 'God's' current state, right?"

"Tell me quickly, or you'll be sorry."

Sister, is this how you gather information? And why are you even more irritable than a violent woman?

Moreover, why are you asking me this question instead of the Pope?
Ron silently complained to himself. Even though he prided himself on being good-tempered and gentle, his face couldn't help but turn cold when he was being bossed around like this.

“Ms. St. Lillian, please speak plainly.”

"You should ask Cyrus VII a question rather than me."

His tone was indifferent, and the enthusiasm in his eyes had faded considerably.

Upon seeing this, Saint Lillian was stunned, and a trace of guilt flashed in her blood-red eyes.

She waved her hand hastily and said somewhat incoherently:
"I'm sorry, I was just in a hurry, it wasn't intentional."

"I'm just like this by nature. I'm always very impatient and easily angered. Sometimes I even lose my temper, especially when faced with problems I can't understand."

At this point, the dignified and pure-looking lady took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the uncontrollable, volcanic rage within her, and asked very politely:
"Can you fucking tell me the state of 'Holy Light God'?"

"Sylph has absolutely no idea."

(End of this chapter)