I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 183 Ron, don't look back, I'm the president.

The Papacy's king, who was known for his gluttony, was difficult to approach; if you didn't see eye to eye, there was no point in exchanging a single word. Therefore, Saint Lillian did not delay Ron's return journey.

Upon returning to the capital, he first went to the guild leader's office, but was told by the guards that Olivia had gone to see the old man.

Upon hearing this news, Ron silently mourned for the Pope for a few seconds.

Although both of them are top-tier powerhouses in the Kingdom of Oran, how can an old man who is almost two hundred years old outlast a 26-year-old single woman?

It has to be said that Olivia, this violent woman, actually has a kind of unassuming wisdom.

"Your Excellency, Her Majesty the Queen requests a private meeting with you."

A private meeting?

Upon hearing this, Ron was taken aback and subconsciously looked at the team members behind him.

"Your Excellency, your subordinates will receive the highest level of hospitality, please rest assured."

The guards were immediately replenished.

No, I'm worried about myself.
Ron silently refuted this in his heart, and then he felt the somewhat eager yet reserved gazes of the three teammates behind him.

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Damn it, are you all so easily bribed?

The blond boy's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't reply; he simply nodded.

Regardless of whether this private meeting is legitimate or not, it's always better to keep security matters discreet.

Stepping onto the thick, soft red carpet and passing through the tall, wide arched portico, Ron finally saw the silver-white door carved with intricate patterns. The door opened and then quickly closed again.

Before he could even look for the princess, the magic crystal lamp suddenly went out, plunging the entire hall into complete darkness.

Ron instinctively wanted to release holy light to dispel the darkness, but before he could make a move, he suddenly felt someone hug him from behind.

Soft and warm, accompanied by the friction of the hard armor.

Although there were several layers of thin fabric between them, the intense body heat and the warm breath on his ear froze the blond boy in place.

"Don't turn around. I am your president, and I now command you not to disobey!"

Feeling the perfectly proportioned, curvaceous body behind him, the young virgin blushed and quickly tried to figure out the person's true identity.

Olivia's legs are very long; there's absolutely no one with such perfectly proportioned legs.

Elena, on the other hand, was chubby and soft, almost too plump to resist, making him want to sink right into her.
As for Miss Snake Woman, she was simply large...
As for the "King of Eating Shit" I just met today, I probably wouldn't talk to him like that.

After ruling out the women he knew, Ron broke free from the embrace before the person behind him could take further action.

Damn it, the capital is too dangerous, there are older women everywhere!

“Miss Catherine, our president has come in as well.”

As soon as Ron finished speaking, he suddenly heard a thud coming from the darkness.

With the sound of armor rubbing together, the princess in the darkness silently dressed herself in her clothes and battle skirt.

pop-

She clapped her hands twice, and the magic crystal lamp lit up. She quickly scanned the area, and after not spotting the Stardust Guild leader, she raised her golden eyebrows and said:

"This is an old game among nobles. They would even hold parties for it, inviting their wives to sit in the same hall."

"Then turn off the lights, close your eyes, it's thrilling and exciting."

You royals really know how to have fun. If Hainlet knew, she would cry her eyes out.
Ron's expression remained unchanged, as if nothing had happened, and he asked in the spirit of academic inquiry:

"What if the two men get caught together?"

Upon hearing this, Catherine sighed softly:

"That's why I said it's an ancient game for nobles, because some nobles in modern times discovered that no matter how they tried to avoid it, they would eventually be caught by the game's organizers, and in the end, they could only..."

You royals and nobles really know how to have fun!
Ron's lips twitched, and he repeated the same thought to himself.

The young lady looked at the boy, who remained silent, making no mention of his previous dissolute behavior, and instead strode forward with an air of solemnity. The crown on her head reflected the light of the crystal chandelier, and an aura of authority emanated from her.

"My knight, tomorrow is the day of the Grand Prix. Are you ready?"

"The coronation ceremony consists of three steps. The first is a procession through the entire capital to announce the new king to the people."

"Second, return to Hainletburg, address the entire population, and issue decrees to gain the support of the majority."

"Third, proceed to the new fortress to begin the final coronation ceremony."

The princess's voice carried an air of authority, a stark contrast to her previous silence and somber tone.

So troublesome?

Upon hearing this, Ron offered his heartfelt advice:
“Miss Catherine, these are extraordinary times. The Vatican is watching us closely. We can put aside some formalities.”

Ron knew that his suggestion was somewhat presumptuous.

Which new king wouldn't want to ascend the throne in a grand and glorious manner, thus proclaiming his legitimacy?

"Ah, if only it were that simple."

Catherine sighed and smiled bitterly:

“This is not what I wanted. This process is a legacy from our ancestors and is an indispensable ritual for inheriting the temple.”

At this point, the princess paused in her authoritative voice and continued:

"I've arranged for the Templars to handle most of the security, but I don't really trust them that much."

Noticing the boy's questioning gaze, Catherine's voice unconsciously softened as she said:

“I admit that most of the knights are very loyal, but their power comes from the Temple…”

"You mean you're worried that someone might take the risk of disrupting the ceremony and seizing the temple?"

Ron suddenly realized.

"Ah."

The princess nodded solemnly, showing no trace of her previous wanton behavior in the darkness.

"But in order to guard against the Papacy, we cannot allow our defenses to be too weak."

"This is a good opportunity to cleanse the Templar Legion. I will use myself as bait to lure out those with ill intentions. This is extremely dangerous."

As she spoke, Catherine looked at the boy with her emerald green eyes, her voice both haughty and pleading, as if she were a queen:

"My knight, can I trust you?"

Since you've put it that way, what else can I say?

"can."

Ron nodded; this was something he had planned to do anyway.

With the end of this topic, the palace hall suddenly became extremely quiet.

Just when Ron thought the princess below would use safety as an excuse to order him to eat and stay with her that night,
He suddenly saw Catherine pull out a map of the capital from somewhere.

On the map, several key nodes are marked with red circles, indicating that the troop strength has been doubled.

“These are the places where you’re most likely to be kidnapped. Ron, your shapeshifting skills are excellent, aren’t they?”

Upon hearing this, Ron suddenly felt something was amiss.

"I was thinking, could you dress up as me tomorrow? I absolutely did not mean to use you as a shield. I will act as your bodyguard to protect you."

"If anyone wants to harm you, they'll have to step over my dead body!"

When the time comes, witness my valiant figure and my beauty after inheriting the temple, I bet you'll be completely captivated.

(End of this chapter)