I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 200 The Ancestor's Coffin Lid Can't Hold Him Down Anymore

"The guys under me are too much troublemakers."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely give them a good talking-to when I get back!"

Olivia patted her chest and made a solemn promise, then quickly left the inner garden in her boots, leaving behind the lonely old man with an unusually complicated expression, who drank the red tea in his cup in one gulp.

Frankly, now is not a good time to provoke the Vatican and start a war.

We'll have to wait until the youngest daughter of the Keton III family truly becomes a "legend."

But for some reason, the president felt incredibly comfortable at that moment, and his mouth involuntarily uttered those cheeky and strange words.

Ugh, it must have been that bastard Ron who infected me.
She silently shifted the blame to her trusted subordinate.

As Olivia's footsteps gradually subsided, the corners of Cyrus VII's kind face twitched.

A look of doubt and confusion flashed in his eyes, but it quickly turned into a look of sudden realization.

"Silas is dead, and the papacy still collects tithes every year."

The Pope paused mid-sentence, seemingly deep in thought, and frowned.

After about ten seconds, he continued:
"Let's raise it by another 30%."

"This applies to all forms of tax, whether it is a large tithe, a small tithe, or a blood tithe."

"This is an agreement signed between the Vatican and Hainette, and it is our right."

"Also, the statue of the god should be put on the agenda. Let's gather the farmers and citizens to do it. It is their duty."

"It must be completed before the festival of eternal day."

The aged and peaceful voice had a magical power to soothe the soul, but the content of the words could be summed up in just four words.

Taxation and corvée labor.

In this world, even the Vatican, which claims to be guided by justice, has no concept of human rights.

They only believe that "even the last hen of a poor peasant belongs to the glory of God."

Without a divine authority to maintain order and justice, everyone would live in famine, war, and plague.

In this context, anyone who didn't pay taxes would be labeled a heretic or a traitor.

“Your Holiness, according to the Vatican’s historical statistics, tithe is already a heavy tax. If it is raised to thirteenth, coupled with the kingdom’s tax collection needs, it will lead to many people being affected.”

The saint who came to report on the battle situation widened his eyes slightly and looked at Cyrus VII with a bit of disbelief.

The old man's face was extremely cold, but his gaze remained peaceful, as if he were staring straight at his subordinates through everything.

It contained emotions that no one could understand, causing the saint who came to report on the battle situation to feel a buzzing in his mind and feel immense pressure.

"Yes, Your Holiness, I will relay your decree, except for Archbishop St. Eleanor."

Upon hearing this, Cyrus VII's cold, old face finally began to crack.

No one could have imagined that in less than a month, two of the three white-robed archbishops left behind by the Vatican would be killed.

Moreover, they are all in the hands of the same person.

At this moment, the Pope couldn't help but feel a silent sympathy for Olivia.

A person capable of quickly eliminating two of his top generals is definitely not as honest as he appears.

"We must redeem St. Irene at all costs!"

After a moment's thought, Cyrus VII answered firmly.

"And yet, has the leader of the Order of Anguish not responded?"

“Go tell them not to think I don’t know her purpose in assassinating King Keton III: to get what she wants and to stop their god from suffering. Only I can do it!”

"Hey, not bad, Ron."

"Do you know that I made King Cyrus VII so angry that his face turned white and he couldn't say a word?"

With her black hair flowing freely and a dashing air, the president had just entered the office when she began showering her subordinates with empty praise.

She turned slightly, slumped into the chair, and subconsciously put her long legs on the desk, giving the young virgin a good look.

Even though he sees it every day, Ron still has no immunity to it.

I can't even imagine what a wonderful wife and mother Olivia would be if she wore stockings and had a gentler personality.

"President, I have something important to report, which was not mentioned in my letter to you."

Anything else?
What can happen?

Olivia didn't care at all when she heard this.

She knew Ron's style of doing things all too well; it was just that the enemy always suffered heavy casualties every time they carried out a mission.

Last time, even the "Enlightened God" perished in his mission briefing, so what major event could happen this time?
The president has become somewhat numb, accustomed to, and even starting to enjoy this feeling.

The dark-haired woman raised her chin slightly, gesturing for Ron to continue.

Upon seeing this, the blond-haired boy was speechless for a moment, clearly not knowing how to explain that he had brought back the Stardust Society's patriarch.

As everyone knows, two tigers cannot share one mountain.

Olivia is already fierce enough; what if there's another one?
In the blink of an eye, Ron's overactive imagination allowed him to quickly conjure up the entire process of the return of the strong, the struggle for power, the intrigue and deception that ultimately led to internal strife within the Stardust Society.

At that moment, the boy's face turned deathly pale.

Does this mean I'm facing unemployment after only receiving one month's salary?!
No, we absolutely cannot let that happen.

Ron pondered for a moment, then frowned and asked:
"President, there's something I'm not sure if I should say."

Olivia raised an eyebrow, thinking that Ron seemed to be itching for a beating lately, daring to keep her in suspense.

"Stop talking nonsense! Get to the point!"

Upon hearing this, the blond boy asked frankly:
"Ms. Olivia, you are the fifth president of the Stardust Society. If we compare you to the first president, who do you think is stronger?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black-haired woman was stunned for a moment and then began to think seriously, while the arrogant senior in Ron's bracelet also quietly pricked up his ears.

What is this guy trying to do?
Olivia had already realized something was wrong, but despite racking her brains, she couldn't figure it out, so she frowned and said:

"I think Ms. Fiona is still stronger, after all, she is a genius worthy of being recorded in history."

Fiona, inside the bracelet, proudly raised her chin.

Even if a junior is talented, they shouldn't forget that she was the founder.
Just as the arrogant senior was about to appear, ready to display her grandmotherly authority, she suddenly heard Ron ask in confusion:

"President, really?"

Upon hearing this, Olivia paused for a moment, unable to understand what Ron was trying to do.

However, upon seeing the intense thirst for knowledge in the boy's eyes, and the subtle hint of admiration he held for her, and recalling Ron's fondness for her old stockings and clothes...
The dark-haired woman quickly came to a conclusion.

Is this kid trying to get a promotion and a raise by sucking up to me?

Otherwise, why would Ms. Fiona, who has been missing for thousands of years, suddenly be brought up to be compared with me?
At this moment, the president was actually quite flattered.

Having known him for so long, she had never heard this scoundrel flatter her before; this was truly the first time in history.

However, this flattery was far too crude.
Olivia considered herself a good leader, and in order for her subordinates to successfully flatter her, she felt she had to cooperate a little.

In the extremely quiet office, the president's unusually humble voice suddenly rang out:

"Well, that's not necessarily true."

(End of this chapter)