I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 213 Cult Bullying
Is it really that hard to admit you don't know something?

Seeing his arrogant senior become a coward, Ron was speechless, and felt even more that the Pope from a thousand years ago was very mysterious.

Of course, it's not impossible that some people prefer to do good deeds anonymously.

The carriage traveled quickly, passing through several blocks and making three turns before finally coming to a slow stop.

"Sir, we've arrived at Honest Street."

Honest Street...

Upon hearing the coachman's reminder, Ron had to complain about the rendezvous point again.

However, after looking around, he still had to admit that the snake woman, the big boss of the cult, was quite capable.

The houses here are messy, and there are countless intricate alleys; it looks like a perfect place to escape.

Ron jumped off the carriage, and as soon as he stepped onto the dirty, sticky, broken stone pavement, he was bumped by a ragged, disheveled beggar.

In that brief moment, Ron noticed his pocket felt lighter; his money pouch was gone.

What the hell!

Ron quickly turned his head to look, only to find that the beggar seemed to have been prepared.
Without even saying hello, he took off running at an incredible speed.

As he ran, he didn't forget to push aside the crowd in an attempt to create chaos and hinder Ron's pursuit.

"Hahaha, kid, now you'll feel the pain of losing money!"

In his haste, the beggar looked back and noticed that the blond boy's pace was getting slower and slower, so he couldn't help but let out a mocking sneer.

These days, making a living in the capital is not easy.

Especially for those at the very bottom of society, going hungry or not eating enough is the norm every day.

Recently, the Vatican's increase in tithes has been like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

According to common sense, anyone under the protection of the Holy Light God is obligated to pay this tax.

But rules are rigid, while people are flexible. More than a decade ago, for most beggars and ordinary people, taxes were only nominal; whether or not to pay taxes was entirely voluntary.

But today...

"Pah! A merciful god my foot! He even steals money from beggars!"

Like most people, the beggar Gray cursed inwardly while cautiously observing what was behind him.

When he discovered that the wealthy, innocent-looking guy who seemed like a nice guy hadn't chased after him, he was overjoyed. He never expected that his first attempt at doing something bad would go so smoothly.

Yes, do bad things!

After the Vatican Law of three-tenths of the tax was enacted, a rumor spread rapidly through Honesty Street.

By joining a community organization, one can receive a loaf of bread and be exempt from taxes.

Such a good opportunity naturally led to fierce competition, so the entrance test was inevitable.

The test that beggar Gray was given was to do a bad thing on Honest Street. Whether he could join the gang depended entirely on how evil the bad thing he did was.

Filled with immense excitement, the beggar Gray nimbly weaved through the alleys. Upon spotting one or two lifelike stone statues, he hurried to the door and knocked.

"I'm back from doing something naughty, open the door now!"

He screamed at the top of his lungs.

A moment later, a crack appeared in the door, and a poorly made stone figure pulled the beggar Gray into the house.

Amidst the faint scraping sounds, the beggar Gray suppressed his fear and followed the stone man step by step in the dark corridor, not daring to slacken his pace in the slightest.

A cold wind blew by, carrying a faint smell of blood, which made the ragged beggar shiver.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a glimmer of light finally appeared before his eyes.

It was a candle flame, but it emitted a ghostly green light, making the entire reception room look like a haunted house from a horror story.

"Unqualified, next one."

A pleasant voice entered his ears, and the beggar Gray subconsciously looked over, only to freeze in place.

It was a terrifying monster with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a snake.

She has vertical, chilling pupils, and her emerald green scales subconsciously remind one of a venomous snake.

"No, no, Lady Afra, you must be mistaken. How could I possibly be unqualified?"

“I have done all sorts of bad things and done nothing but bad things. I not only lent money at exorbitant interest rates, causing countless people to be burdened with debt, but I also ran underground casinos, causing countless families to be ruined and people to be sold off.”

"I also have a particular love for revenge. Many people said I had small breasts, and I personally dug out their flesh and tortured them to death. How could I not be qualified?"

A woman with a fleshy face, who looked to be about forty years old, forced a fawning smile, trying to get away with it.

Having committed so many bad deeds, he wouldn't be an exaggeration to call himself a desperado.

She had nowhere to run and could only hope that the legendary Order of Anguish would accept her in order to escape the combined pursuit of the kingdom, the Holy See, and the Stardust Society. However, the important figure who was supposedly a high-ranking member of the Order of Anguish showed an extremely displeased expression and subconsciously glanced at her chest.

Upon seeing this, the female fugitive quickly puffed out her chest, trying to appear more dignified.

Upon seeing this, Afra almost ground her teeth to powder.

You refuse to take the path of God's Kingdom, and you barge into the church when there is no way out, is that it?

"Men, skin this guy alive!"

Miss Snake Woman angrily slammed her tail on the table, her emerald green vertical pupils emitting a faint green light, as if a demon had descended to earth.

To the utter horror of the beggar Gray's gaze, the female fugitive was hoisted up by several men in black robes.

She struggled and screamed desperately, but it was all in vain.

Blood gushed out, excrement and urine flowed together, and the female fugitive's skin was torn off bit by bit, until it was completely peeled off in no time.

Such a horrific and bloody scene made the beggar Gray's legs go weak, and a feeling of regret spread through his heart.

If given the chance, he wants to be a good person.

But then he thought again, if he really went back to his old life, he would probably starve to death.

Rather than die such a miserable death, he chose to give it his all.

As long as you are careful with your words, don't argue or deny, you should be able to survive even if you are not qualified, right?

No, it's also possible that they didn't do enough bad things, so they will be punished.
His mind raced, and he nervously swallowed.

"next."

At that moment, a serpentine monster gave a cheerful command.

A frail-looking young man stepped forward with his hand raised.

Afra straightened her back, her emerald green eyes scrutinizing him from head to toe.
"Tell me, what bad things have you done? How many people have you killed?"

The thin young man, with an arrogant demeanor, said loudly:
"I killed ten members of my enemy family, ranging from eighty-year-old seniors to newborn babies."

Oh?
He is a ruthless person.

Afra nodded in satisfaction, then wagged the tip of her tail and pointed to a door, saying:

"Very good, you passed the test. Keep up the good work in the future."

Killed more than a dozen people?
Upon hearing this, the beggar Gray, who was clutching his money bag tightly, swallowed hard once more.

In comparison, his petty theft seemed rather unseemly, which made the beggar's heart pound rapidly.

"Next."

Time passes minute by minute.

The good news is that all five people in front of beggar Gray passed the test.

The bad news is that almost every one of these five people has several lives on their hands.

Finally, it was beggar Gray's turn.

"Tell me, what bad things have you done?"

The emerald green eyes looking down from above made the beggar feel immense pressure.

He murmured, his lips trembling as he pulled the money pouch from his pocket.

"I... I robbed a guy's purse this morning."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire reception room fell silent. Whether it was Afra, the cultist in the black robe, or the newcomers who had passed the test, they all looked at Mr. Beggar with a "that's all" expression.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Suddenly, a guy who was supposedly a serial killer burst into laughter.

"Hahaha"

"Hahaha"

"Hahaha"

Instantly, the entire reception room transformed into a sea of ​​joy, and even Miss Snake couldn't help but laugh at Mr. Beggar's antics.

What kind of bad thing is robbery?
Just then, faint footsteps approached from afar, and a blond figure slowly entered the reception room.

Ron looked around at the laughing crowd, then at the bullied beggar, and couldn't help but sigh that "school bullying" exists everywhere.

Why can't people in this world be a little more friendly?

He walked forward step by step, snatched the money bag from Afra's hand, and chuckled lightly, seemingly unconcerned:
"He stole my purse. How should I put it? He had commendable courage."

(End of this chapter)