I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 218 Underwear Exchange Ceremony
Exchanging underwear is the basis of cooperation between the two parties.

This is not about achieving a balance through mutual blackmail; it's more like an attitude of making a firm decision.

Ron was not angry but pleased when the Pope asked for his underwear.

He may not have many other things, but he has a lot of underwear.

You should know that there are still several sets of the legendary set that haven't been sold, and the remaining underwear is currently lying in the ring in the pocket of the shirt.

Finally, after consultations between the leaders of the Vatican and the Church, the exchange of underwear was successfully completed.

"Is this what you usually wear?"

Upon seeing the white lace-trimmed panties Ron handed him, Cyrus VII's aged face finally changed.

One part disbelief, two parts helplessness and fear, three parts disgust and resignation, and four parts sigh and realization.

Men wearing women's underwear—this is the way God has chosen us.

It's a pity that only Afra attended such a grand ceremony; otherwise, Ron would have definitely done his part to make the guild master proud.

"Here's the scepter, but you can only look at it for one minute."

At this moment, Cyrus VII handed over the papal scepter, made of fine gold and inlaid with gems the size of pigeon eggs.

The scepter felt slightly heavy in his hand, but not too heavy. Ron could clearly feel that something else was wrapped under the scepter's adamantite surface.

He tossed the scepter, which was a full 1.6 meters long, in his hand, then calmed himself down and secretly gave the holy light elements a signal, trying to get them to mark the scepter.

But just then, Ron heard the scepter in his hand speak.

"Oh my god!"

?

Ron subconsciously looked up at Cyrus VII, whose expression was blank, and at the snake woman, whose mind seemed vacant, like a machine.

After seeing that they didn't react in any particular way, I wondered if I had misheard because I was nervous.

After all, the scepter still carried a strong Northeastern accent.

He looked at the scepter again, tilted his ear slightly, and suddenly a new voice appeared in his mind.

"This feels so good, come and get me!"

?

Ron's lips twitched, and he didn't know where to put his hands for a moment.

What is this ghost?

It's not surprising that Ron can talk with a stick, after all, Dr. Trickster's true form is also a stick.

But saying such outrageous things definitely increased the pressure on Ron.

With a slight exertion of force, the scepter emitted a strange and long cry. Just as Ron was about to ask a question in his mind, the Pope suddenly interrupted him.

"One minute has passed."

Having said that, he snatched back the scepter and examined it carefully from top to bottom, as if worried that it would be ruined by the despicable "Chosen Ones of Compassion".

Hey, don't make that face, like I did something to your scepter.
Upon seeing this, Ron instinctively thought to himself, "What do you mean?"

Fortunately, the aggrieved party, Cyrus VII, did not notice anything amiss. He held his scepter in his palm, tapped it on the floor, and said in a deep voice:
"Now that you've seen the scepter, please feel free to proceed."

"I will arrange for someone to show you around here, so you don't get lost at any crucial moment."

This was Ron's third request. Although it seemed suspicious, Cyrus VII lowered his guard because he knew the other party was a cultist.

If it were him, there would definitely be corresponding requirements before going to the headquarters of the Order of Suffering.

After all, who knows if there will be an ambush on the day of the operation? Understanding the terrain beforehand is the wisest choice. Cunning, twisted, greedy, cautious... this compassionate chosen one is not so easy to deal with.
With a sigh in his heart, Cyrus VII leaned on his scepter and quickly left the hall.

-

The Vatican's territory is not much smaller than Fort Hainlet.

In the capital city, where land is incredibly valuable, there is a place the size of a small town.

The Holy Church and its surrounding buildings account for one-third of the total.

The old priest sent by the Pope was not a stranger; he was none other than Priest Bain, Ron's good friend.

To be honest, at one point he even thought his identity had been exposed and that the priest was sent by Cyrus VII to test him.

However, he quickly dispelled his doubts.

Because Bain St. showed no abnormality and no sign that he recognized him.

Seeing that his old acquaintance, with whom he had a strong connection, was no longer going out on fieldwork, Ron was genuinely happy for him.

After all, he had seen Bain's efforts all along, and he must have risen through the ranks since their last meeting, and now he had even become a confidant of the Pope!
"Priest, what do you do for a living?"

Ron asked in a very familiar manner.

He meant to ask about the current status of Priest Benn within the Vatican.

Upon hearing this, Bain, who was full of enthusiasm after completing the mission assigned by the Pope, froze with a smile, as if recalling a painful past event, and sighed softly:
"Back then, I was a good priest who could lead a small team and was highly trusted by the Holy See, but now..."

"I can only watch the doors to the chapel in the sacred church and, incidentally, guide guests like you."

After saying this, his eyes filled with tears, his old face scrunched up, and he turned his head away, unwilling to show his vulnerable side to outsiders.

It's all that guy's fault!

That guy is the reason I failed again and again. He's so awful!
Hearing this, Ron was stunned, and asked incredulously:
"Could it be that we've encountered a villain?"

It's easier to see the King of Hell than to deal with his underlings. He believed that Bain St. must have been victimized by the power struggle and become a sacrifice in the power struggle.

The image of the blond figure often appeared in his nightmares, and the priest was so frustrated he almost ground his teeth to powder.

But soon, he let out a long sigh and looked at the culprit following behind him, saying:

Life is unpredictable; it's nothing more than a few trials and tribulations, best left unmentioned.

Over the next two hours, Ron silently memorized most of the layout of the Holy Church.

Numerous checkpoint guards and warehouses storing important items were discovered, but the secret room where the papal scepter was stored during the festival was still not found.

According to past practice, the pope would usually ascend the platform first, and then the scepter would slowly rise from the platform and finally fall into the hands of the person performing the ceremony.

Therefore, the scepter must not be stored too far away, otherwise the chances of an accident will increase significantly.

After silently glancing at the top floor of the Holy Church, Ron asked curiously:
"Shouldn't we go up and take a look?"

"That place is generally not open to the public."

Priest Bain ignored them and led Ron and Afra to the exit, said goodbye, and left silently.

It was nearly dawn, and a sliver of light appeared on the horizon.

"So, are you really going to help Cyrus VII?"

Ron felt his arm being poked by the tip of a tail, and then he came to his senses.

"No, didn't you realize he was still lying to you?"

"Don't be fooled by his nice words. Once we actually deal with that tyrannical mother Olivia and the witch, he'll probably kick us aside and even turn his attention to the Order."

(End of this chapter)