I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 224 The plan begins

Five days have passed since Olivia entered the trial.
During those five days, Ron would go for a walk underground whenever he had free time.

It wasn't that he was worried about the president's safety; he just wanted to watch the excitement.

If I remember correctly, that parchment book containing the exam questions is almost empty. I hope Ms. Olivia can finish answering the questions before they run out.
Ron was filled with emotion, and then quickly left the underground.

Just then, he suddenly heard the voice of his arrogant senior.

"Junior, the trap teleportation is ready."

Five days, not a penny more, not a penny less.

"Senior, what is it like?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Hmph, of course I can fulfill your request!"

A woman with long, light pink hair emerged from the bracelet, gently pushed her palm forward, and a rune the size of a thumb landed in Ron's palm.

"This teleportation scroll essentially utilizes the environment and magic array for transmission. Simplifying it hastily would lose many of its ingenious designs, so I corrected the problem and reduced the array to a radius of one centimeter."

"Tsk, it's alright, junior, you'll have to make do with it."

Although she said it was alright, so-so, that's about it, Grandma Fiona's raised chin still spoke volumes about the incredible magical skill she possessed.

Ron had never even heard of miniature arrays. The only thing he knew that was similar to them was the runes imprinted on magical items and the patterns on magical scrolls that stored magic.

"Ms. Fiona, since it's so easy, could you have ten or eight more?"

Ron looked at his senior, whose chin was held high, and asked a question that was incredibly disheartening.

Ten or eight?

Why don't you go and rob it?

Fiona seemed to choke on her saliva and immediately corrected herself:
"Well, it's not as easy as you think. Do you know how much this took a toll on me?"
"There's no more, just this one."

"If you want to learn, let me organize it and you can learn it yourself."

She believed that even if Ron was a genius, it was absolutely impossible for him to master the principles within a year.

Thinking of this, Grandma Fiona put her hands on her hips and asked, "Junior, where are the potions to replenish magic and mental energy?"

Her already translucent soul form was noticeably fainter than before.

"Oh, here it is."

Without delay, Ron quickly took out two bottles of potion from his spatial ring and handed them over.

This was something he specially had Mr. West Germany refine during this period.

To be frank, aside from all sorts of strange and wonderful inventions, this logistics minister was exceptionally skilled at concocting alchemical potions.

The pale blue liquid was clear and bright, like a gemstone, with tiny sparkles of light within it.

"Ah, it's Fiona's gaze, and it's the classic style."

"The younger generation is just the younger generation. In over a thousand years, has no one improved the potion formula?"

Grandma Fiona muttered something that sounded like disgust, then picked up the two bottles of medicine and gulped them down in her mouth.

The originally clear and bright potion transformed into pure magic and spiritual power the moment it entered the mouth, causing the translucent soul to float up unconsciously and solidify as if it had regained its physical body.

Seeing this, Ron breathed a sigh of relief, and then pressed his advantage by asking:

"Ms. Fiona, how do I use this?"

As he spoke, he carefully picked up the miniature array, which was about the size of a thumb and was extremely intricate and delicate.

“Junior, I already said this is a magic circle, so of course it should be used as a magic circle.”

“You can first locate the destination in the miniature array, and then set it up in a place that the younger pope can access.” As he said this, the pink-haired senior suddenly fell from his floating state, and then turned into a ray of starlight and returned to the bracelet, leaving only one sentence echoing in Ron’s ears.

"Oh, right, there's something I need to remind you of."

"The teleportation range of the array is not large; it will become ineffective if it exceeds one meter."

"When setting it up, it's best to place it on a crystal or metal that has good magical transmission."

One meter? That's way too little room for error.

Ron was stunned, his mind racing with thoughts that seemed to boil over.

If he really wanted to achieve the effect of a new fortress, he would probably have to calculate in advance which brick Cyrus VII would step on.

That is clearly impossible.

Well, there must be other ways. We'll figure out how to do it once we get to the fifth floor of the sanctuary.

As for the ambush location, Ron had already chosen it.

He and the princess encountered an ambush in a sparsely populated canyon far from the capital, so there was no need to worry about the aftermath of the battle affecting Glenhill.

In addition, during these five days, Ron also took the time to meet with Her Majesty the Queen and reached an agreement to allow her to send troops to maintain the situation.

At that time, as long as Cyrus VII is dealt with quickly, the Papacy will be leaderless, and everything else will be easy to handle.

There are three days left, the president should be able to complete the test in time...

As Ron reviewed his long-planned scheme, a sense of peace suddenly settled over him.

Looking at the sky outside as the sun began to set, there were still three days left until the Eternal Day.

It's time to take action!
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After a good night's sleep, Ron set off from his apartment in Dawn Lane.

He had intended to have breakfast at Victor's tavern.
But seeing the tavern doors tightly shut and the "For Sale" sign posted on the door, Ron's mood suddenly turned heavy.

With the increase in mandatory taxes, the usual order of the capital city seems to have been thrown into chaos.

Without wasting any time, he quickly left Dawn Alley, and after shaking off his imagined pursuers by turning left and right, Ron's figure grew slightly taller, transforming into an old man over fifty years old with black and white hair and beard, wearing a black robe.

Ron pulled out Cyrus VII's invitation from his pocket, checked it again, put it in his pocket, and hailed a horse-drawn carriage on the street.

After one night, there are still two days left until the day of eternal daylight.

Ron arrived two days early because he needed time to figure out the layout of the fifth floor of the Holy Church, find the location of the Papal Scepter, and set up a trap to teleport Cyrus VII away.

It must be said that this is an extremely difficult task.

Although no one knew what Cyrus VII's true intentions were in sending him the invitation, the die was cast.

Even if he was only doing it for his own backside, Ron would still have to sell his backside with tears in his eyes.

The carriage wheels spun rapidly, and as they drew closer to the Vatican Cathedral, the festive atmosphere along the way grew from faint to intense.

Regardless, for most people, life must go on.

The bitterness of life needs to be compensated for by spiritual comfort.

The cast-iron lampposts lining both sides of the street were entwined with golden-bronze vines adorning the lamps, which were made from tiny crystal shards.
A burst of children's noise reached Ron's ears. He saw several children playing and frolicking in front of a shop whose windows were filled with mechanical wind-up toys and gingerbread houses.

In the sweet, cloying air, the charcoal fire at the chestnut roasting stall crackled, and the aroma of caramel and cinnamon wafted from the mulled wine stall's wok, mingling with the rich sweetness of butter and caramel overflowing from the bakery to create a unique festive flavor.

A street performer, wrapped in a red and green plaid scarf, plays an ancient hymn while waving a hand-cranked organ.
Ron, in the carriage, seemed to see the landlady, the Victor family, and the neighbors from Dawn Lane strolling around.

What a beautiful and heartwarming scene. If only we could celebrate festivals forever and the Vatican wouldn't cause any trouble.
Ron thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)