I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 229 We're about to be discovered!
"Yes, there have been significant changes."

The guard with the gold-rimmed glasses nodded in agreement, prompting a chorus of agreement from the crowd.

"He might be deceiving us, and any reward he mentioned might just be empty talk."

At this point, other team members offered different perspectives.

Being assigned to work for the infamous Uldi was their shared misfortune in life.

As the captain of the guard, Uldi was no ordinary greedy man; they had to hand over half of their earnings every month.
Relying on his uncle, a priest, for support, he frequently beat and scolded his subordinates, ordering them around to run errands and do free work for his family.

How could he suddenly change his mind after just one night?

But just then, a scream of pain came from the foul-smelling cell made of solid logs.

"Damn, that hurts like hell!"

"Hey you guys, let me out right now, you hear me?!"

The six guards were all taken aback, their eyes instantly locking onto the old man who had just been imprisoned in the cell.

This kind of imperious tone.
"That guy was suspicious!"

The guard with the gold-rimmed glasses suddenly realized what was happening and was about to instinctively give chase with his companions when he suddenly heard Uldi shout angrily from inside the cell:
"You bunch of good-for-nothings, untie these chains, damn it!"

"Once I get out, I'll skin you alive and whip you to death."

"How dare you collude with criminals! I'll make sure you all die in prison!"

"Let me out quickly!"

The group of people who were about to give chase suddenly stopped in their tracks, their bodies trembling slightly involuntarily.

They looked at each other, both seeing each other's pale faces and slightly sinister and fierce expressions.

There was silence for more than ten seconds in the cell.

Ultimately, the other five people focused their attention on the guard wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

The guard with the gold-rimmed glasses seemed to have made up his mind, and he reached out and slashed his neck hard.

The golden and red moons were obscured by layers of clouds, and a gust of wind blew by, making the seemingly sacred church appear extremely gloomy.

Ron moved with great speed, using the terrain of the Vatican he had learned in the previous days to evade most of the guards, and arrived at the main body of the Holy Church in no time.

He huddled in the corner, a faint blue light emanating from his palms and enveloping his entire body.

His rugged face suddenly blurred, and his close-fitting metal armor softened, turning into white fabric that dragged on the ground.

A moment later, the image of a young priest quietly appeared.

Outside, one can act freely as a guard, but inside the church, the identity of a priest is more effective.

It's uncertain how long they can keep the fact that they've become someone else's secret. Even if the guards don't expose it, if it drags on any longer, the person who gave them the instructions will likely notice something's wrong.
We need to speed things up!
After briefly considering his current situation, Ron quickly stepped out from the corner of the corridor.

Ignoring the guards in front of the holy church, he pushed open the small door reserved for priests, just as he had observed a few days earlier.

Pushing open the door was smooth and effortless; the guards didn't suspect a thing.

To Ron's dismay, a voice called out to him from behind.

"Wait a moment."

Ron pretended not to hear and walked slowly but quickly into the Vatican.

But just then, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.

Ron, disguised as a priest, sensed something was wrong, but could only force a smile and say:

"Archbishop Coster, is there something you need?"

In the infiltration plan, the person Ron least wanted to face was Pope Cyrus VII, and the second person he least wanted to face was the somewhat mentally unstable and immature young man, Coster.

Unlike ordinary guards, the white-robed archbishops were all incredibly powerful, not someone Ron could take down in a short time.

"It's nothing, uh, I just want you to do me a favor."

The bishop, dressed in a magnificent robe, walked up to Ron, scrutinized him for a moment, and then asked with slight surprise:

"What's your name?"

“Leon Mohan.” Ron quickly made one up.

Leon Mohan
The white-robed archbishop pondered for a moment, then shook his head, as if he had never heard of it.

He didn't dwell on it, but instead pointed calmly to the location of the lavatory inside the holy church.

“Ahem, Priest Leon Mohan, I need you to check if anyone is in the restroom.”

If no one is home, please let us know as soon as possible!

Koster looked dignified and awe-inspiring, as if he were doing something of great importance that he couldn't tell outsiders.

Okay, I get it. You're about to burst, aren't you?
Ron's lips twitched, and he nodded in agreement without hesitation.

Under the watchful eye of the white-robed archbishop, he hurried to the washroom to check on the situation.

In the stillness of the night, the large washroom was empty, devoid of the daytime liveliness.

There wasn't a single person there.
Ron's lips twitched, and he waved to Coster in the distance, indicating that there was no one in the washroom.

Immediately, he saw the white-robed archbishop breathe a sigh of relief and leap across dozens of meters to appear at the door of the washroom.

Just as Ron finished his mission and was about to slip away, he suddenly felt Coster grab his wrist.

The handsome, distinguished archbishop in white robes said in a deep voice:
"Come in with me."

Oh no, is this guy planning to kill me to cover it up?

It's just going to the toilet, is it really that big of a deal?!
"Your Excellency Archbishop, I... I think I'll pass."

Ron forced a smile.

However, before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard Coster's unusually confident voice.

“You are not a priest here, I do not know you.”

?

No, just because you don't know me doesn't mean I'm not a priest here.
Can't I be the newcomer?

Do you know all the priests in the entire Vatican?
Before Ron could even process what was happening, he saw Coster suddenly raise his chin and say arrogantly:
“I know the names of all the priests in the entire sanctuary, and we are quite close friends, yet you have never met them.”

Wow, you really know them all? There are at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, priests in the entire church, and you're all pretty close to them.
At this moment, Ron realized the true extent of Coster's social skills.

In a flash, he accepted the white-robed archbishop's invitation without hesitation.

In Ron's mind, it wasn't the priests in the holy church, and the reason is easy to explain.
For example, he could come from another place, or he could come from another church in the capital.

If they were to flee immediately, they might be suspected of having a guilty conscience.

click-

The heavy door to the bathroom was locked from the inside. Koster slightly clutched his stomach and snapped his fingers, and a spotlight immediately shone on from above.

Seeing that Ron didn't resist or show any sign of guilt, he breathed a slight sigh of relief and asked scrutinizingly:
"Where are you a priest, and what is your purpose in entering the Holy Church during the long day?"

"Or are you not a member of the Vatican at all, but just an imposter priest?"

Ron blushed slightly, then quickly came up with the name of a small church.

“I am from the Lesnev Church.”

Upon hearing this, Coster narrowed his eyes and said:
"Really? How is Bishop Lauwen's health?"

Ron, disguised as a priest, was stunned. How could he know who Bishop Lawrence was?
So he could only scratch his head and say, "It's...it's alright."

"is it?"

Coster pursed his lips, and a book of radiant light suddenly appeared in his hand behind his back.

As the pages of the book were turned, fine golden lines spread across the surrounding walls, and a sacred, radiant power instantly sealed the entire washroom.

"Hmph, infiltrator, there is no Bishop Ravin at Lesnif Church."

"Tell me honestly, who sent you?!"

Gan!
When did this guy start using tricks?

(End of this chapter)