I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 207 Preliminary Plan
The new dress designed by renowned fashion designer Giovanni Haley is a high-waisted mini skirt with a three-dimensional A-line silhouette and gradient black tulle at the hem.

Its length just covers half of the thigh, and its design style is considered bold in this conservative era.

You want me to wear this?!

The president looked conflicted, silently imagining the scene in his mind, and felt a complete loss of security.

No, absolutely not!
What's the difference between this and being seen naked?
Who has this kid been corrupted by? He's so young.
Her thoughts were churning like boiling water. The black-haired woman snatched the magazine, her amber eyes scanning it rapidly.
Upon seeing the price tag in the magazine, she seemed to have found a reason, her lips first curving upwards and then downwards, as she earnestly said:
"Ron, this dress costs 99 gold lions! Don't you think that's too expensive?"

"Anyway, I'm not going to pay for this."

Olivia pursed her lips, thinking that given Ron's stinginess, he probably wouldn't pay for it anyway.

To her surprise, the blond boy didn't hesitate at all, took the money pouch off his waist and threw it on the desk.

"With black stockings, 100 gold lions will be enough."

The boy's eyes darted around, scanning his surroundings, but he didn't dare look at Olivia.

Money can be earned back, but if the student council president in black stockings and a short skirt is gone, she's truly gone forever.

you.
Olivia's breath hitched, her beautiful fox-like eyes fixed on her trusted subordinate with a complex expression, and she earnestly advised her:
"Ron, it's not that the president doesn't want to show it to you, but you're still young, and thinking about these things all the time isn't good for your health."

"President, what have I been thinking about?" The blond boy tilted his head slightly, feigning ignorance.

"You just want to see me in these sexy clothes, and then you'll rave about me, uh, you want to hear all sorts of compliments about me!?"

I almost blurted out "lol".
Olivia broke out in a cold sweat, realizing she had almost fallen for Ron's tricks again.

Oh, so I wanted to rave about you!

"Yes, President, you are the most beautiful lady I have ever seen, so I want to make you even more beautiful."

Ron's eyes darted around, and he unconsciously scratched the back of his head.

The most beautiful woman I've ever seen... and you want me to be even more beautiful?
When did this guy become so sweet-talking?
You're so realistic!
The black-haired woman's lips twitched, and she tossed Ron's money pouch into his arms.

"President, I have money, I don't need my employees to buy it for me..."

Olivia was genuinely afraid that after she wore the stockings and skirt, Ron would take her away under the pretense of paying for it himself, and then sell her at a high price on the black market.

This guy has two prior convictions!
Thinking of this, Olivia pondered for a moment and said:
"There are too many people here, you can't wear it here..."

She glanced at the sky outside and realized it was almost time to get off work.

"Come to my house tonight."

After saying that, Olivia changed the subject without waiting for Ron's response.

"So, have you gotten the information about the Eternal Day Festival yet?"

She sat back in her chair, tapped her desk twice with her fingers, and glared at Ron, who was staring blankly into space, with her pretty fox-like eyes.

Let's go to your house...

Is this okay? Isn't this progressing too fast?!
Ron is a conservative man.

A handsome, single young man being invited home by his domineering female boss at night—something just doesn't seem right.

However, upon further reflection, if he were to bring the president back to Dawn Lane, the neighbors would likely find out the very next day that Ron Griffith had made something of himself.

Yesterday, I actually hooked up with my female boss, who is also a rich woman!
Shaking his golden-haired head to banish the jumbled thoughts from his mind, Ron finally came to his senses and quickly handed over the nun's statement. On his way there, Ron had already carefully read the statement several times.

One very important point is the papal scepter, which represents the supreme divine authority and symbolizes the covenant between the Holy Light and humanity.

During the climax of the festival, it was only by using the scepter that popes could open the gates to the Kingdom of God, gain recognition, and have an audience with the divine.

"So that stick had this function. I always thought that gods could see you whenever they wanted and not see you whenever they didn't."

Olivia was the first to exclaim, then her eyebrows furrowed as she fell into deep thought.

After a long pause, he sighed:

"If we can get our hands on the Pope's scepter, that old codger Cyrus VII will probably be out of luck."

"However, it is too difficult. The papal scepter is usually not out of hand. If it is forcibly taken, the risk is too high, which is no different from declaring war directly."

"If it's during a festival..."

Olivia hesitated for a moment, then looked at the confession and said:

"The scepter must be kept in an absolutely safe place, serving as a kind of key to open the door to the abode of the gods."

"The Pope, on the other hand, must bathe three times, walk on a path paved with white flour, and change into clothing reserved for audience with the gods before he can take up his scepter and perform the actual ceremony."

"This is indeed a good opportunity, but we have no idea where the scepter is."

This point was not mentioned in the nun's testimony.

After carefully reviewing the testimony again and extracting all the key words, Olivia shook her head regretfully.

"Although the overall process is written in a very proper manner, the defenses during the festival, the whereabouts of Cyrus VII, and other important information are not mentioned at all."

"For example, will the nine white-robed archbishops who have been sent out to the capital return? And what are the venues for the festival?"

"Our task this time is to deal with Cyrus VII. If we don't figure these things out..."

Olivia didn't finish her sentence, but Ron understood what she meant.

To avoid causing a riot, to launch a surprise attack on the Pope unexpectedly, and to end his extremely evil plot, at the very least, a secluded location is needed.

As for dealing with Cyrus VII's manpower, Ron was not worried.

The president is one, the witch is another, and there's also the snake woman he recruited early on. Adding himself to the mix, he's a formidable fighter on average.

However, Ron's only worry was whether Afra would betray him, something that was commonplace for the followers of the "Mother of Mercy".

"We need more intelligence gathering."

“I will send people to infiltrate and investigate, but the effect may be minimal. You are the only one in Stardust who can practice Holy Light.”

Finally, Olivia slammed her confession on the table and said seriously.

"President, how about I go check out the Holy See?"

Ron said very responsibly.

"No way, do you think you're not conspicuous enough?" The president immediately rejected Ron's suggestion, giving him a disdainful look with her pretty fox-like eyes. "You don't need to worry about this."

(End of this chapter)