I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 225 Successful Infiltration
"Cheng Hui, 5 Silver Eagles."

As soon as the carriage arrived at the church gate, Ron heard some bad news.

"Five silver eagles, why don't you just rob them?"

Based on the distance, the normal fare from the starting point to here is already considered a premium of 1 Silver Eagle, but now it has increased fivefold.

Ron is not short of money, but his money didn't come from thin air.

Faced with some guests who found it hard to accept reality, the coachman smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"Sir, this is the price for the next two days. Recently, many people from other places have come to celebrate the festival, and the hotels and carriages are in short supply."

"And you don't think just anyone can run this line with the Vatican, do you?"

"To be honest, we have to pay a large portion of the money to buy license plates, otherwise we'll be stopped five blocks away, let alone get to Papal Square."

Damn it!
I hate holidays!
The cold, hard reality stifled the boy's pure sentiments in their infancy.

To avoid any further complications, Ron reluctantly paid the carriage fare.

The Papal Square had changed dramatically since his last visit.

Teams of saints patrolled the area, making the sacred church impenetrable.

In the square, a statue of a god, dressed in sacred armor and with his face covered by a helmet, stands in the center.

Behind the statue, a ring of light floats behind its head, and at its feet, dozens of devout believers kneel and weep in worship.

Ron listened intently and heard the people whispering.

"Great Holy Light God, grant me a child, and the father should preferably have the blood of Earl Yern."

"Great Holy Light God, your devout believer begs you, please grant me wealth and a wife."

"Great Holy Light God, I have believed in you for half my life and am your most devout believer. Please let my twenty-eight wives give birth to my firstborn son!"

The Holy Light God Lord is having a really tough time...

Ron looked completely bewildered.

If wealth and a wife could be obtained by bowing one's forehead, he would have kowtowed until his head was broken long ago.

Just then, a commotion broke out among the group of believers who were devoutly worshipping the idol.

Suddenly, two middle-aged men who looked somewhat familiar to Ron emerged from the crowd.

"The new statue of the god is so cute!"

"I'm going to lick it hard!!!"

One of them was licking the feet of the idol, while the other set up a sniper rifle and started bombarding it relentlessly.

What the hell!

Those two men who were in jail with Mr. Snake, how did they get released?
Such a shocking scene made even Ron, who had witnessed many monstrous things, take a step back, feeling immense sympathy for the Holy Light God's plight.

These days, even being a god isn't easy...

The disturbance was quickly quelled, and the two perverts who dared to display their XP were caught on the spot. Judging from the extremely ugly faces of the Saints Squad members, Ron could hardly imagine what kind of punishment these two would suffer.

"This is the latest design of the statue, which is based on a mural from the ancient tradition of the Vatican."

"The statue was completed in one month by nearly a thousand artisans and nearly ten thousand laborers."

"Now it seems that the believers' faith is even more devout."

Just then, a series of orderly footsteps came from behind Ron.

The Pope's voice arrived before he did.

Ron was somewhat surprised, not expecting to run into Cyrus VII outside the square.

He instinctively turned his head and saw that Sykes VII was wearing a white papal robe, his hands empty, not holding the scepter made of fine gold. Behind him followed a group of priests and bishops led by Coster.

Noticing the gaze of the "Chosen One," Sykes VII smiled, clearly not recognizing the person before him as the despicable cultist he had met just a few days ago.

"You might try praying; perhaps the gods will respond to you."

Cyrus VII said.

Ron shook his head when he heard this.

"The meaning of the existence of gods is not to be worshipped or believed in."

Upon hearing such treasonous words, Cyrus VII was visibly taken aback.

But instead of upholding his beliefs as Ron had imagined, he asked curiously:
"Then what is the meaning of the existence of gods?"

"It's to make people believe that justice still exists in the world."

"It's to make people believe that when you encounter injustice, something beyond the norm will stand up for you and bring you justice."

"It is to put the good at ease and to make the wicked fearful."

In an instant, the entire venue fell silent.

Not only was the Pope stunned, but even the saints, deacons, and bishops following behind him were also stunned.

To put the good at ease and the wicked in fear.
For some reason, upon hearing these words, many saints and deacons felt a slight pang of conscience, as if they were about to have a pang of conscience, and their skin was covered in goosebumps.

Costa, who was following behind the Pope, was also trembling all over, feeling a surge of energy rushing from his tailbone to the top of his head.

The white-robed archbishop never imagined that, besides the Holy Pillar, there would be someone else competing with him for the title of the perfect man.

A single sentence can enlighten someone, making them feel as if ants are crawling all over their body.
What a formidable opponent!
Thinking of this, he stepped forward, snapped his fingers in a slightly exaggerated manner, and a spotlight suddenly appeared above his head.

"You truly are my strength."

Before Coster could finish speaking, Cyrus VII, quick-witted and agile, pulled him back.

Seeing this, Ron finally understood why the Pope preferred the foul-mouthed nun as his deputy rather than the relatively normal-speaking Coster.

Because at times, this guy is really embarrassing.

"It's funny."

Cyrus VII waved his hand, signaling his men to drag the disgraced white-robed archbishop away, and continued:

"I must admit, your understanding of the gods far surpasses that of ordinary people, however..."

"Faith is faith because it is approved by the gods."

He paused, then skipped over the topic and said:

“I have prepared a room for our distinguished guest. We are all believers in God, so we are one family.”

"I have other matters to attend to, so I will not keep you company any longer."

After saying this, Cyrus VII strode away, leaving behind only the two priests.

"We're all one family," sounds nice, but who's the father and who's the son?
Ron muttered a few words to himself and looked at the two priests who remained.

"Thank you both for your help," he said politely.

"Your Chosen One is too kind. This is what we should do."

The two priests responded knowingly and then led Ron through layers of checkpoints into the interior of the sacred church.

Now that they had already met Cyrus VII and the latter hadn't discovered them, the first step of the infiltration was considered a success.

(End of this chapter)