I'm really a serious wizard.

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"Waaaaah, waaaaah!!!"

Inside the room, the "Chosen One of Holy Light," lying on the floor and bound like a dumpling, gritted his teeth and struggled desperately.

He was like a fish just pulled from the river, bending his body and jumping around, trying to attract attention.

boom!
A dull sound suddenly came.

Ron retracted his size 42 feet and bent down to check the prisoner's breathing.

Only after finding that the other person was sleeping peacefully did he nod in satisfaction.

"Heh, what a formidable opponent. He didn't give me enough fun."

A sense of loneliness emanated from him, leaving the guards at the entrance stunned.

In the few seconds it took to close the door, Ron successfully completed his identity transformation.

There is no such thing as useless magic, only useless mages.

The shapeshifting technique, which in other people's hands can only disguise as feces, is used to its fullest potential by Ron.

The same applies to Holy Light - Heroic Spirit Summoning. The ability to summon giants anytime, anywhere allows Ron to always have unexpected tactics in battle.

For example, a burst of loud music starts, and three big guys appear behind you.
In this situation, it's a pipe dream to avoid being doubled over by another man; the enemy has absolutely no ability to resist.

Meanwhile, the nun assassin, writhing in agony, was simultaneously knocked unconscious by the heroic spirits summoned by Ron, completely unaware of what had transpired during this time.

"Captain Uldi, is he... is he really the Chosen One of the Holy Light?"

"It was resolved so easily..."

One of the team members, who wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked exceptionally shrewd, frowned, clearly finding it hard to believe that the person chosen by the gods was so weak.

He looked at Ron, his eyes flickering with confusion.

How could he not know his own captain?

He rose to his position through nepotism, and although he possessed the strength of a third-tier priest, his body had been weakened by neglecting practice and indulging in wine and women.

To take down a chosen one in such a short time? Don't be ridiculous!
Unless this chosen one is an imposter, or just a title.

Upon hearing this, Ron, disguised as a middle-aged man, lowered his eyes and coldly snorted in displeasure:
"Are you doubting me?"

"Or are you in cahoots with this imposter Chosen One!?"

His gaze was like two sharp blades, causing the team member who raised the question to take a step back, not daring to refute him at all.

Yes, the higher-ups just need to give orders.

But their guard squad has a lot to consider.

Everyone was prepared to be cannon fodder, but their lousy captain defeated the so-called chosen one in a single encounter, which was both unbelievable and undoubtedly a huge achievement.

The credit benefits everyone, and to refute it at this crucial juncture is just asking for trouble.

Thinking of this, almost all the team members shut their mouths.

"You lot, drag him back, and lock this nun up with him too."

Ron waved his hand and gave the order.

Although he didn't know the true nature and style of the disguised guard captain, it didn't prevent him from making the most basic judgment.

What kind of good person would do something like slandering 7- or 80-year-old women for molesting nuns?
"Captain, shouldn't we hand him over to Archbishop Seth?"

At this moment, another team member raised a question, looking at Ron with doubt in their eyes.

"You are questioning my decision?"

Upon hearing this, Ron's heart tightened, and he coldly rebuked him, only able to show his ferocious side with all his might.

To be honest, in the vast Vatican, he only knew a handful of people. One was the nun imprisoned in the Stardust Order, another was Coster, who had some mental problems, and the last was the ever-striving and ambitious old priest Bain.

As for Archbishop Seth...
Who is he?
"Don't dare."

Seeing that Uldi was showing signs of anger, the player who had raised the question immediately lowered his head to guard against the other's fists or whips.

After a few seconds of silence in the room, and since nothing he had expected had happened, he breathed a sigh of relief and told the others to clean up the battlefield.

However, during the moving process, the eyes of the six team members involuntarily met.

The team leader is acting very strangely today.

They subtly sensed this message in each other's eyes.

You have to understand, given Uldi's usual behavior, he would probably have gone to claim credit immediately after the capture.
Moreover, if they raise any questions, they will be met with insults at best, and physical violence at worst.

But now, their captain is terrifyingly gentle.

The six people gently lifted the unconscious body from the ground and stood still without moving.

Ron's heart tightened at the sight, and he strode towards the door.

His teammates followed him in unison, but when they saw Ron walk into the path leading to the prison, their doubts were greatly reduced.

Perhaps I'm overthinking it. This path is not known to outsiders, and even priests of a certain status probably don't all know about it.

“I will report the matter of catching the imposter to the White Archbishop, and you will get a share of the credit.”

Just then, a night breeze blew by, carrying the captain's exciting news.

The six team members behind him were all invigorated, and even their steps seemed lighter.

That was close; we almost got exposed.
Ron wiped the cold sweat from his brow, feeling utterly exhausted.

At that moment, he realized that disguise was not just about appearance; the target's behavioral logic was equally important.

It seems that this captain of the guard named Uldi is likely a person with a sharp tongue but a soft heart, greedy and undisciplined, but also kind to his subordinates.
With this in mind, Ron felt much more at ease and immediately felt that his disguise had reached a state of perfection, so he began to make empty promises without stopping.

“After I report to the White Archbishop, each of you will receive a bonus.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ron could clearly hear the breathing of the six teammates behind him become rapid.

This made him sigh, "It's so much more satisfying to brag without spending your own money."

Soon, the group arrived at the prison where guards were holding prisoners.

Ron glanced around and spotted two guards yawning.

He calmly walked past the other person and chose a secluded cell where no one was around.

"Put them in."

Ron directed his men, and after they locked the cell door from the inside, he nodded in satisfaction.

This will buy us a lot of time.

He must escape as soon as possible, obtain the papal scepter, and complete the teleportation trap.

Tomorrow is the Eternal Day Festival.
Ron glanced at his six men, who were standing there staring at each other in bewilderment, and immediately gave the order:

"I'll go and report what happened to the Archbishop in white. You keep an eye on him and don't let anyone in."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and left, disappearing in no time.

Inside the guardhouse, the flickering torchlight made the already heavy atmosphere even more oppressive.

"Hey, don't you guys think the captain seems like a completely different person?"

(End of this chapter)