I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 190 Leaving Here, No One Will Get Hurt

boom! ! !
As dusk fell, flames filled the sky, and the sound of violent explosions swept outwards, as if an invisible giant hand was pressing everyone firmly to the spot.

"That is the direction His Majesty the King is heading!"

Finally, some knights cried out in disbelief.

The explosion created a dazzling light that filled the sky, turning everything in sight golden.

"Quick, there's an assassin!"

At the fortress gates, Lawson Upton cried out in alarm.
Before the square-faced deputy commander could give any orders, he spoke first:
"I'm going to support His Majesty the King. You stay here and seal off the fortress. Don't let anyone in or out!"

After saying that, Lawson Upton mounted his horse, leaving Diamond with only his back to him.

Mr. Square Face frowned, sensing that something was amiss.
But everything that happened was too sudden, and for a moment his thoughts were in disarray and he was unable to concentrate.

"Be careful, Upton, don't get defeated so easily!"

Diamond suddenly shouted.

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There is no doubt that a traitor has emerged from among the Templars.

Ron could only lament the immense cruelty of fate and the overwhelming force of life's cruel twists and turns.

This left him, pitiful, weak, and helpless, completely defenseless.

Ron put away the cannon barrel, transforming it into a longsword woven from silver and black, and emerged from the broken carriage door, silently surveying his surroundings.

This is a valley that looks familiar yet feels strange.

Its surface, as if plowed by a meteorite, silently testifies to someone's crime.

The blond boy was stunned, never expecting to find himself in the cult's lair where he had first met Catherine.

'Sigh~ I was still a step too late. I didn't even have time to break the teleportation array. Hopefully, the damage caused by the Holy Sword Technique will alert those knights.'

'Also, sooner or later I'll have to learn teleportation to run away, or at least learn a shield to improve my defense.'

He gritted his teeth inwardly, only then realizing the drawback of his unique magic system—he could only take the initiative to attack, not to defend passively.

In other words, there is no problem if it is a head-on confrontation, but if it is attacked from behind, the rear end has no ability to defend itself.

To put it another way, it means that when there is 1, there is more than enough, but when there is 0, there is not enough.

At that moment, Ron reached out and pulled Her Majesty the Queen out of the collapsed carriage.

"Miss Catherine, are you alright?"

"Cough cough, I'm fine."

Her Majesty the Queen's emerald eyes subconsciously swept towards the air, and after frowning and pondering for a long while, she asked in confusion:

"Did we fall from the top of the valley?"

"Ah."

The boy nodded emphatically; the mention of it made him angry.

Who could be so despicable? The valley is more than three meters deep. If he hadn't been tough and resilient, he would probably have died in the Northwest by now.

"Heh, looks like this is aimed at me. Sorry Ron, I've dragged you into this after all."

So what's the point of saying this now? Am I supposed to throw you out and yell that I surrender?
The blond boy pursed his lips and stood on tiptoe to look into the depths of the valley.

The first thing that catches the eye is a jagged expanse of strange rocks, lying irregularly on the ground, completely burying all the buildings.

Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps came from afar, and three figures stopped hiding and headed straight for the carriage.

Ron frowned and looked closely; they were all familiar faces. The handsome class monitor, Mino, was at the forefront, followed closely by Silas, author of "My Pope Father."
What chilled Ron even more was the final, formidable enemy—

The Vatican's "King of Shit-Eating"!
Are we going to turn against each other today?!
Although his interactions with these guys weren't always pleasant, Ron had long considered them friends.

But now, he must choose between friendship and justice, which is undoubtedly a very difficult thing.

Should we hand over Her Majesty the Empress, hand her over, or hand her over?

A silent sense of oppression filled the entire canyon, making it hard for Ron to breathe.

"Hey, surrender. As long as you hand over Catherine to me, I can pretend I didn't see you."

At this moment, St. Ellen, seeing Ron raise her beautiful eyebrows, couldn't hide the cheerful smile on her face.

This is retribution! It's all retribution!
I'll teach you to say such nasty things, I'll teach you to say I eat shit!
Upon hearing this, the blond boy felt immense anger.

He said Ron Griffith was all soft except for his bones, which was an insult to his character and integrity.

“Really?” Ron asked in return.

Hey, which side are you on?
Her Majesty the Queen was stunned by Ron's shamelessness for quite some time.
She instinctively grabbed the boy's arm, shook it vigorously, and said loudly:

“If this will keep you safe, I’m willing to do it, but I have one condition.”

"What request?" Saint Eileen stopped Mino, who was gritting his teeth.

"This guy is still a virgin. To avoid any regrets, let me help him out before you take us away."

Catherine pointed to Ron, who had a blank expression on his face.

So what if he's a virgin? Did he eat your rice?!
Even if it's just a delaying tactic, can't you come up with a different reason?
The blond boy was somewhat speechless, and replied shyly and a little embarrassedly:
"Yeah yeah"

Before Ron could finish speaking, he suddenly sensed a strange magical fluctuation about 20 meters away from him.

Magic surged, the air distorted, and a figure clad in heavy armor bravely approached.

Ron's eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed.

The visitor was none other than the Knight's father, Lawson Upton, the deputy commander of the Legion!
Great! We're saved! If we can just hold on a little longer, we can hold out until reinforcements arrive.
His mind raced, and just as he was about to raise his hand to greet him, he saw the "old father" glance in his direction, then swiftly move to the opposite side and loudly proclaim:

“We worked together; they were stalling for time.”

"The situation is not optimistic. It won't be long before the new fortress discovers that the king is missing."

Good news, the delaying tactic worked.

Bad news: the reinforcements that arrived were from the enemy.

We're doomed, we're doomed!
The boy's lips twitched, and he felt an endless chill in his heart.
In this world devoid of human warmth, he silently gripped the cat paw bracelet on his wrist, but he was still somewhat afraid.

To ease the terrifying thought of killing everyone, Ron warned in a deep voice:
"If we leave now, no one will get hurt; otherwise, you will all die!"

Murder is a vice.
To be honest, Ron, who is kind by nature, doesn't want to solve everything with killing.

Of course, this excludes upholding justice and judging bad people.

The crowd stopped in their tracks, seemingly taken aback by Ron's arrogant remarks.

"Pfft, hahaha."

Suddenly, the obese Silas laughed out loud and said in a playful tone:
"It's good to be young. When I was your age, I didn't say things like that anymore. Don't you feel embarrassed saying it in front of so many people?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

As he spoke, the chief judge stepped forward and said in a mocking voice:
"If we leave now, no one will get hurt~ Otherwise, you'll all die~ I'm so scared~"

Damn you!
bump!
(End of this chapter)