I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 210 A New Use of Heroic Spirit Summoning
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The magic crystal lamp emitted a soft white light, and thick dust rose and fell, choking Ron and making him cough uncontrollably.

Although Olivia is gifted in intelligence, diligence, and personality, she did not lie to Ron about this point.

"There's too much dust. It's been a month since she's been home. I seriously suspect she's being waited on hand and foot in Stardust, which is why she doesn't want to come back."

Ron wouldn't believe a word of the excuse that he couldn't go home because he was too busy with work.

Doesn't his trusted confidant know whether Olivia is busy or not?

The house, which had been uninhabited for a month, was so filthy it was unbearable to look at. Ron Griffith was a hardworking and honest man.

So he leaned back on the soft sofa, raised his hand, and summoned five heroic spirits.

In just over ten minutes, all the dust in the entire two-story detached house was swept away.

"As expected of me!"

Seeing this, Ron sighed from the bottom of his heart and looked at the over-80-year-old baron who was bending over and diligently wiping the floor, saying:
"Mr. Mark, have you ever thought about learning to cook?"

In his past life, Ron's biggest dream was to have a shadow army that obeyed his orders.
Now, he discovered that "Heroic Spirit Summoning," which had been upgraded to the "Master" rank, was not much different from it.

"Learn to cook?"

Baron Mark, who was bending over to wipe the floor, straightened up and wiped away a bead of sweat. "Of course!"

Seeing this, Ron nodded with great satisfaction. At 84, he was at the perfect age to make his way in the world, and it wouldn't hurt to learn more skills.

As he pondered this, he turned his gaze to the knight and his son who were wiping the windows.

Seeing the father and son enjoying each other's company and helping each other, Ron felt a warm glow in his heart, as if he had done a great deed.

Before long, the Baron, the knight and his son, along with Lord Aleka and Grand Inquisitor Silas, had cleaned all the furniture, tables, chairs, and even the balcony windows of the house spotless.

As for Olivia's old clothes and dirty socks that she left lying around, Ron washed them one by one and hung them all on the clothes rack on the balcony.

After hanging up the last pair of underwear, Ron suddenly stopped. He looked at the heroic spirits who were happily playing cards and had a vague realization.

After reaching the Master level in the "Summoning Heroic Spirits" spell, he still couldn't understand its true purpose.

But now, after working with the heroic spirits to clean the room, Ron understood.

Unity is strength!

At this moment, he could no longer suppress the impulse in his heart and the impassioned slogans.

A golden, radiant six-pointed star array reappeared in his hand, and the blond youth shouted:

"I'll form the head!"

In an instant, the summoned heroic spirits seemed to sense something and all stood up to look at Ron.

"I'll form the torso!"

Without any hesitation, the newly joined Lawson Upton, who had already repented, began to shimmer with holy light.
In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a stream of light that enveloped Ron's torso.

"I'll form the left arm!"

"I'll form the right arm!"

"I'll make up the legs and feet!"

At the same time, the remaining heroic spirits transformed into streams of light that enveloped the rest of Ron's body.

A terrifying surge of magical energy spread to three nearby streets. Ron felt his power increasing layer by layer, his body rising, his perspective rising, and even his consciousness rising.

It was as if all the heroic spirits had been superimposed on him, merging into one.

clack clack clack-

A crisp sound suddenly rang in Ron's ears. He looked over instinctively and saw that the orbs of light that the heroic spirits had transformed into were rapidly changing. Layers of golden armbands covered with mysterious patterns wrapped around their arms, and then spread to their shoulders, connecting tightly with the armor on their torsos.

The same applies to the thighs and calves, together forming a powerful suit of armor that gives people an incomparably sacred and solemn feeling.

No, this isn't armor, it's a combination!

Ron silently corrected himself, feeling an immense surge of power coursing through his body.

If he were to fight the nun again, he might not necessarily lose in this form.

Because he has already activated the Super Transformation Form!
What the hell is this thing?

Fiona, who immediately sensed something was wrong, was dumbfounded. Even though she was very knowledgeable, she had never seen such an abstract Heroic Spirit summoning.

Heroic Spirit Summoning, as the name suggests, summons heroic spirits that belong to the Holy Light.

The guy in front of me couldn't summon any proper heroic spirits; instead, he summoned the enemies he had killed.

Are you a necromancer or a holy light mage?

Summoning something improper is one thing, at most it's just a lack of skill, but what the heck is this fusion?
Does this even exist in proper summoning magic?!
Looking at Ron, who had grown twenty centimeters taller and was wearing strange armor, Fiona felt her worldview being challenged, and she was starting to feel like she was about to turn in her grave.

"Ms. Fiona, what do you think of my current form?"

Just then, the arrogant senior suddenly heard Ron's question.

She took a deep breath, straining to suppress the twitching of her lips, and said proudly:
"It's alright, nothing special. It was just average back in our day."

"If we were to clash with the Papacy's masochists again, well, in a head-on confrontation, my chances of winning would be 7/3."

"How come it's only 70%?" Ron asked, his eyes wide.

Fiona's breath hitched, and she said irritably:

"Seventy percent of them belong to other people!"

"In other words, the quality of your heroic spirits is too poor. If they were all fifth-tier, they could probably even challenge legendary heroes."

"However, you should still be able to summon heroic spirits for a fusion, right?"

The pink-haired woman hopped a couple of steps, moved closer to Ron, and curiously tapped the golden armor that radiated divine light with her fingers.

Can they still merge?

Where is it synthesized? Does it form the tonsils?
Ron's lips twitched as he deactivated his Super Transformation.

This wasn't because he wasn't interested in the super transformation, but because he heard the familiar crisp sound of high heels hitting the floor.

Two hours had passed by unknowingly while tidying up the house and testing the magic.

Judging by the time, the president should be back by now.

click-

The faint sound of a key turning in the lock came from the door. The black-haired woman, carrying several bags, kicked the door open with the tip of her shoe.

As soon as she looked up, she visibly froze for a moment.

Is this my home?
The floor was spotless, the furniture was neatly arranged, and the windows were gleaming.
If she hadn't seen the handsome young man holding a mop in one hand and a broom in the other, she probably would have instinctively left.

"You did all this?"

Olivia stared wide-eyed at me and asked blankly.

That's incredibly family-oriented!

(End of this chapter)