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Chapter 204 A Good Method of Interrogation
In any case, Cyrus VII's aim seems to be more than just plotting to seize the Temple.

Because this is in fundamental conflict with certain existing conditions.

For example, the Vatican did not pay enough attention to Catherine.

If the true aim was to resurrect a god, then Ron probably wouldn't have encountered a white-robed archbishop yesterday.

Furthermore, the purpose of releasing the cursed artifact "False King" is also puzzling.

If the target is the "temple", then why target the former president?

Furthermore, according to recent investigations, the level of corruption within the Vatican in recent years has become alarmingly high.

Not to mention the courts, which were rotten to the core, even many priests and bishops had some bad rumors about them.

At this critical juncture, instead of addressing the internal problems, Cyrus VII allowed them to escalate.

Is the Pope a fool?

The answer is obvious: no.

In conclusion, Ron could not think of any connection between these aspects and the resurrection of the gods.

Compared to his composure, Elena, whose body was now covered in plants again, was not so calm.

Fiona...

It's the legendary Stardust Crown Fiona!

real or fake?

As the only daughter of the former president, Miss Witch had also seen Grandma Fiona's portrait since she was a child.

She first stole a glance, and after confirming that the Fiona in front of her was exactly the same as the one in the portrait, her charming eyes were mixed with a hint of curiosity.

Hmm~ Her temperament perfectly matches the arrogant nature hidden in the portrait; she's the kind of person whose actions contradict her words, but whose words firmly say no...

The witch suppressed her curiosity, appearing not too surprised, but actually holding a grudge, and smiled:

"Since Senior Fiona says so, it must be able to resolve our doubts, right?"

She still remembered the look Fiona had given her unworthy descendants, and her sigh that each generation was worse than the last.

?

Ah, me, me?

Hey, why are you being so overly familiar, junior?
Upon hearing this, Fiona's eyes widened slightly, but out of respect for her senior, she had to maintain a calm demeanor.

"Of course!"

"Juniors are just juniors, they can't even figure out such a simple question."

She forced herself to make a point, raising her chin in a pretentious manner.

"Aside from resurrecting the gods, the only other option is to inherit their legacy."

"In comparison, the latter is obviously more difficult, requiring the elimination of many hidden dangers, and also truly and thoroughly conforming to the characteristics corresponding to the deity."

Fiona got more and more into her story, and her ideas kept coming.

Although she could only roughly understand the situation, it did not prevent her from passing on her knowledge to the younger generation.

"Hmph, there is another way, which is to let the legacy of the gods split on its own, making it easier to obtain."

"I remember reading in an ancient scroll that the history of this world is very long, so long that even eternal gods will have an end. This knowledge is described in a very obscure way, so it is only a deduction."

"Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that this pope is mentally ill."

As soon as Grandma Fiona finished speaking, she vanished and returned to the cat paw bracelet.

Everything leaves a trace, and everything we do has a purpose.

Resurrecting gods, or inheriting a legacy?
Ron stroked his chin and looked at Olivia, who was also deep in thought.

The encounter between the guild master and the god of wisdom undoubtedly proves that the latter is highly feasible.

However, Ron felt that the Pope would have to work even harder to achieve this.

After all, the Holy Light God did not die as completely as the Enlightenment God, which inevitably led to the splitting of his divine qualities.

"It is a day of perpetual daylight."

Suddenly, Olivia said in a deep voice.

This is a grand festival held by the Vatican every three years, and it is said that the Pope often gets to meet the Holy Light on this day.

If she wanted to do something, this was undoubtedly the best, and only, opportunity. "Looks like Olivia's finally getting her act together!"

"That's what they think too."

Lying on the hospital bed, once again surrounded by flowers, the witch, her flesh and blood filled with roots, displayed an expression that was both painful and alluring.
Immediately, her voice turned icy cold.

"Whatever Cyrus VII wanted to do, he could not avoid rituals involving contact with the gods."

"If we can sneak in and take him out at the crucial moment, all the problems will be solved."

"So why think so much?"

To be honest, there are still many doubts about the whole thing, and Ron always felt that something was not right.

However, due to the information gap, he could only nod and agree with this statement.

Killing the Pope at a festival—just hearing about it sounds incredibly dangerous.

However, compared to letting these old silver coins inherit the legacy of the Holy Light God, it is not unacceptable.

Who knows what Cyrus VII will do after inheriting the divine legacy, or whether he will seek revenge?

Moreover, in addition to the new grudges, there is also an old score to settle between the Holy See and the Stardust Society.

Wait, no?

At that moment, Ron suddenly remembered the invitation to the festival that Cyrus VII had given him.

His lips twitched, and he asked in a confirming tone:

"President, do we really have to do this?"

Olivia did not hesitate and nodded slightly:
"It's better than doing nothing."

“However, participating in the festival is easy, but we need additional information to understand the situation during the festival.”

As she spoke, she exchanged a glance with her trusted subordinate, and at the same time, she thought of someone.

Saint Irene, the white-robed archbishop of the Papacy.

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The Stardust Society's interrogation room was neither dark nor damp.
Even the iron chains binding the prisoners were gleaming and without a trace of rust.

The archbishop, with white hair and bloodshot eyes, had his wrists and ankles bound.

Her body trembled helplessly, and a faint flush rose on her pale face. She didn't know what kind of torture and interrogation she would face next.

Seeing this scene through a one-way glass pane, Ron felt a slight headache coming on.

If it were an ordinary psychopath, probably no one could resist Ron's well-intentioned advice.

But this white-robed archbishop was no ordinary person.

"Mr. West Germany, do you have any leads?"

The boy turned his head to look at the partner assigned to him by the student council president.

Sid Flores remained silent for a long time, finally shaking his head with a wry smile and saying:

"Ron, I have absolutely no idea how to interrogate someone."

Yes, you can't. All you can do is invent torture devices.
The kind-hearted boy secretly rolled his eyes, thinking that Mr. Sid did not have a deep enough understanding of his own talent.

However, on the other hand, Mr. Sid's previous inventions of "torture instruments" would probably not be very effective in interrogating the nun.

Not to mention that kind-hearted Ron has no idea how to use torture devices.

So after much thought, he decided to use love and kindness to influence the other person!
At this moment, the nun lowered her head and involuntarily began to doze off.

Time flies, it's already evening.
Ron thought to himself that the time was right, so he immediately turned his head to look at Sid Flores, who had a worried look on his face.

"Mr. Sid, can you concoct an alchemical potion that keeps people awake and also stimulates their desire to learn?"

A drug that keeps you awake at night while maintaining a strong desire to learn?

Sid Flores thought for a moment, then took out several test tubes from his magic pocket and began mixing them in front of Ron.

Within minutes, he handed Ron a vial of dark green reagent.

"Use it with confidence, there are absolutely no side effects."

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(End of this chapter)