I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 231 Let's do this for the sake of the God Lord, okay?
To be honest, Coster was feeling incredibly conflicted at that moment.

On one hand, there's the Papacy, where he's lived since childhood; on the other hand, there's a guy who can perform miracles and seems to be the incarnation of God.

He quickly made the right choice without any hesitation.

Is there anything I can do to help you?

The current situation is described to death in the glorious Bible.

And Koster, who can recite the entire glorious Bible from memory, is naturally familiar with this routine that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Hey, you betrayed us so quickly? Didn't you even hesitate for a moment?
Ron's lips twitched; Coster's frankness made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"I'd like to know if there's anything unusual about Cyrus VII?"

abnormal?

The white-robed archbishop pondered for a moment, then frowned and quickly described the meeting that had taken place during the day.

When he mentioned that Cyrus VII would ask the Lord of Light on the day of eternal day whether His divine choice was a lie, Ron's eye twitched involuntarily.

He never expected that this old pope, who had lived for over two hundred years, would actually be a scheming woman.

The implication behind his words wasn't that he was questioning the Holy Light God, but rather that he was implying to his men that they should deal with him within two days.

It seems the other cardinals also didn't want to abide by the commandments and all tacitly chose to protect Cyrus VII.
That's true. People like Coster and the nun are a minority. In the past, the Holy Light God would have certainly caused these people to suffer a backlash. But now, Cyrus VII is using some method to gradually mitigate this effect.

Indeed, desire is like a boulder rolling down a mountain; once it starts, it never stops.
The words of the old philosopher from his past life unconsciously surfaced in his mind. Ron looked at the distressed Coster and said:

"Why don't you go take care of this first, and just pretend you didn't see me?"

He pointed to the squatting toilet.

Upon hearing this, Coster straightened his back with great effort and said with a hint of fanaticism:

"How could I possibly collapse at such a crucial moment?"

At times like this, please don't try to be brave, okay?
Ron's lips twitched slightly, then he strode forward and placed his hands on Coster's shoulders.

"Go to the toilet, just for the sake of the gods, okay?"

"I don't want to embarrass you."

"Leave the rest to me."

His deep blue eyes were filled with determination, and even Coster was momentarily stunned.

Hajijoo, are you planning to shoulder everything by yourself?

But I am the white-robed archbishop. When the Vatican has problems, I should be the first to be held accountable!
“Sacred Pillar, you…”

Coster's eyes welled up with tears. He was about to say something when he saw Ron shake his head at him, leaving only a reassuring silhouette.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the washroom seemed to ignite.

Coster opened his mouth, unsure whether to continue asking questions.

If I pretended not to know anything, I would probably regret it for the rest of my life...

The archbishop in white thought for a moment, then made up his mind and asked in a deep voice:
"Sacred Pillar, do you have any toilet paper?"

At that moment, the somber atmosphere in the washroom completely dissipated, and Ron staggered involuntarily.

His face contorted in a grimace for a moment, then he pulled a roll of paper from his spatial ring.

"Hurry up, I'm waiting for you outside."

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Ten minutes later, after taking care of his personal hygiene, the Coaster regained his calm and composed demeanor, and the eye-catching spotlight once again shone above his head.

"..."

Ron glanced at it and sighed inwardly.

This is why he was unwilling to agree to help the other party.

Because it's just too conspicuous.

However, considering that Coster might know the location of the scepter hidden on the fifth floor of the Holy Church, he still decided to bring the guy along.

After all, this way he wouldn't have to worry about guards.

Thinking of this, Ron, having reverted to his disguise, turned his head and asked:
"Coaster, do you know where the papal scepter is kept before the Day of Everlasting Day?"

"Is this also a divine oracle from the Lord?" the white-robed archbishop asked rhetorically.

"Uh... sort of." Ron scratched his head.

"Okay, I understand. I'll take you there now."

Without saying much, Coster led Ron quickly to the heavily guarded fifth floor of the Holy Church.

The archbishop's identity ensured the entire process proceeded smoothly.
Even the guards on the fifth floor bowed to Coster without asking any questions.

As he walked, Ron glanced at the "Chosen by the Holy Light" title above his head and suddenly asked:

"Don't you suspect I'm fake? A counterfeit?"

To be honest, he never expected it to go so smoothly.

Could it be that after all these years of time travel, my domineering aura has finally begun to emerge?

Ron let his imagination run wild.

"No, I never trust anyone easily."

"But I can see, hear, and think, and I am always alert."

“I can see your identity, and I can hear the facts you are saying. Although the God has not said anything, I firmly believe that this is His will.”

"These are enough."

Oh, that's surprisingly rational. It would be even better if you could be more normal...

Ron silently grumbled to himself.

"Here we are, right here."

"The papal scepter is kept here before the ceremony."

Coster was referring to a small chapel with its doors tightly closed and arched.

As the arched doors were pushed open, Ron saw the interior of the hall.

The entire hall is covered with murals depicting religious themes, giving it an exceptionally sacred and solemn atmosphere.

In the center of the hall stood a high platform inlaid with gold and jewels.
Above this was a red velvet cushion.

The papal scepter, representing the supreme power of the Papacy, rests quietly on it.

"You go in, I'll keep watch."

Ron nodded upon hearing this and slipped through the crack in the door without hesitation.

He strode to the scepter, and just as he was about to reach for it, he was stopped by a pleasant voice that sounded slightly arrogant.

"and many more."

At some point, Fiona, the Crown of Stardust, appeared to Ron's side.

Her light pink hair was smooth, and she floated in mid-air, placing her slender, white fingers on a red velvet cushion.

"It has anti-theft devices and a warning spell. It will sound an alarm if the weight changes."

"So, in order to take the scepter, we have to take something of equal weight?"

Ron stopped and frowned as he asked.

“That’s right, and the material can’t be changed either, otherwise the warning magic circuit won’t be able to detect it and will also sound an alarm.”

Fiona leaned back and dodged, floating back to Ron's side.

Same material?
Ron paused for a moment, then looked at the scepter made of adamantite and clicked his tongue in amazement.

According to his knowledge, a gram of refined gold can fetch a full 300 gold lions in the black market of the Kingdom of Oran.

A few days ago, when examining the scepter, Ron held it in his palm and weighed it.

Although the scepter is hollow, its overall weight must be around 1500 grams. Where could he find fine gold in such a short time?

Don't say Ron has no money; even if he did, there'd be nowhere to buy it.

and many more!

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Ron immediately took out an object wrapped in black cloth from his spatial ring.

(End of this chapter)