I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 230 The Conspiracy in the Washroom
The atmosphere in the washroom took a sharp turn for the worse.

To Ron's relief, Coster was a well-mannered and moral person who did not shout or yell in the dead of night.

Faced with such a crisis, he did not panic at all. Instead, he stood there and sighed softly.

"This is a long story..."

Ron tilted his chin up at a 48-degree angle, turned his back, and looked like he had a story to tell, as if he was reminiscing about the past.

this.
How can he be so self-righteous?

This scene left Koster completely stunned; he never expected anyone to put on airs in such a situation.

Whose general is this?

The reaction to the infiltrated holy church was far from what he had predicted, even drastically different.

As a white-robed archbishop striving to be a perfect person, Coster clearly has his own set of ways of doing things.

At that moment, he unconsciously recalled his lifelong nemesis, the "Sacred Pillar," and the man's upright and honorable past. So he, too, spoke with an open and honest voice:
“State your reasons. It is a serious crime to impersonate a priest and sneak into the Papacy on the night before the Eternal Day.”

"If you have a suitable reason, I can let you leave."

As he spoke, the white-robed archbishop waved his hand with a somewhat clumsy gesture, displaying the elegant demeanor of a perfect man.

Why is this guy getting more and more pretentious?

What if I said I was going to kill your boss?
Upon hearing this, Ron's mind raced, and he began to quickly think of reasons.

Within seconds, his mind conjured up all sorts of convoluted stories, such as "the Pope's illegitimate son," "the priest's return and revenge," and "the Pope's secret edict to purge the court of corrupt officials."

Finally, he glanced at Coster's unnatural posture and sighed again.

"This story begins when I was one year old."

Ron's voice, with its alternating cadences, vividly portrayed a childhood of being abandoned by his parents and forced to struggle alone, a story so heart-wrenching it was almost painful to hear.

After a full ten minutes
The light in the washroom flickered, and perhaps because of nervousness, beads of sweat dripped from Koster's forehead.

At this moment, he was holding his stomach with both hands, as if he could no longer suppress his instinctive impulse.

"Stop, stop! He's already five years old. How long are you going to keep going?"

His face flushed red, and his gaze toward Ron was full of suspicion.

"Five years old is a very important milestone in life!"

Ron remained expressionless and calm, then raised an eyebrow and asked in an exaggerated manner.

"Oh, Mr. Coster, what's wrong with you?"

Are you injured?

He was taken aback, his tone full of concern for the white-robed archbishop.

He stepped forward and pressed hard on the Coaster's abdomen.

"Lord Coster, does it hurt here?"

"My family has a traditional massage technique; let me give you a massage!"

Helping others is Ron's motto.

Even in such a critical moment, he was unwilling to go against his own heart.

"No, it's alright, I'm fine!"

Coster was shocked and quickly stepped back to avoid further pressure.

Ron was determined to do something good, so there was no reason for him to be refused.

"Hmph, Lord Coster, I advise you to stop struggling!"

"You sneaked into the restroom all alone, you didn't come here to take a dump, did you?"

Damn it, when did I become so completely exposed?!

Coster's face turned deathly pale in an instant. Intimidated by Ron's imposing aura, he involuntarily took a step back. "No, impossible! I'm a perfect person, how could I possibly defecate?"

What are you saying? Even pretty girls can poop, so why can't you?

Ron pursed his lips and decided to stop pretending.

To be honest, he could have tricked the other man into defecating and then launched a series of sneak attacks while Coster was showing his weakness.

But what if, while inside the sacred church, Koster didn't feel pain, and even experienced pleasure?

Ron couldn't even imagine himself being surrounded by layers upon layers of enemies, and he didn't dare gamble on the success rate of a sneak attack.

The white-robed archbishops are all talented individuals.

Thinking of this, Ron nodded slightly and said:
"Coaster, do you know who I am?"

At this moment, he no longer concealed his radiant aura.

Like the warmth and enthusiasm of the blazing sun, it burst forth with golden light, illuminating the entire washroom with unparalleled warmth, brightening the dark corners, and illuminating the darkness in everyone's heart.

The elements of holy light were cheering and singing, surrounding Ron and giving him a thumbs-up, praising the arrival of the god.

God!

The moment that incomparably radiant aura appeared, the white-robed archbishop instantly sensed the abnormality of the holy light elements.

However, in the next instant, the aura unique to the gods quickly receded, and the light no longer surrounded them, leaving only a figure standing quietly in place.

"It's you!"

Coster looked at Ron, who had regained his original appearance, in disbelief, his mouth agape in surprise, his face a mixture of shock and tension.

He was utterly shocked; his mind had stopped working, and he couldn't comprehend what he was going through.

For hundreds of years, the god who had never sent a divine message to his believers had appeared right before his eyes.

At that moment, he thought of the divine magic that could bring people back from the dead, the disappearance of the terrifying monsters underground in Hainlet Castle, and Ron's uprightness that far surpassed his own.

For a moment, the white-robed archbishop lost the ability to organize his thoughts.

Is it really necessary? Why such a strong reaction?
"Yes, it's me."

Ron nodded in agreement, without a trace of guilt.

Even a piracy god is a god!

With time running out and the task heavy, he had no intention of reminiscing or offering any explanations. Instead, he sighed deeply and said:
"The world has become corrupt again."

The world has become filthy again.
Hearing this sigh-filled tone, Coster's stagnant thoughts finally started working again, and he began to seriously and carefully examine Ron.

Suddenly, he remembered the cardinal council chaired by the Pope during the day.

Apart from Saint Eleanor, who was still in prison and did not attend, the remaining white-robed archbishops seemed to have become very strange.

The person is still the same, but completely different from before.

"What brings you here?" Koster asked solemnly, performing a standard courtesy.

Why I came here is a long story. I thought you would be the first to question my identity.
Ron muttered to himself, then chuckled and said:

"You don't seem very surprised?"

“I am both Him and He, but I must stand up at times like these.”

"When order is disrupted, justice and morality are distorted, the world is about to become a paradise for evildoers."

"Pope Cyrus VII is keeping it a secret from everyone and is secretly making deals with cultists. I need your help."

Ron spoke very frankly, and every word he said was true without a single lie.

What he didn't mention was that he was also the cultist who made the deal with Cyrus VII.

(End of this chapter)