I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 232 Finding the Mistress Behind the Scenes

"Is this okay with you?"

Seeing Ron casually tossing the disgusting thing in his hand without any qualms, even Grandma Fiona, who had always been at odds with the Church, couldn't help but twitch her lips.

Blasphemy, this is absolutely blasphemy!

"W-what's wrong?!"

"Ms. Fiona, do you have any other good ideas?"

Ron retorted stubbornly, but his hands didn't stop; he took out various bottles and jars of counterweights from his spatial ring.

"Well, at least change the shape!"

"Don't you think this shape, this shape..."

The arrogant senior looked embarrassed and stole a glance at the mace, which was thirty centimeters long and had spikes protruding from the top.

There's no way you can get in, right?

How are you going to put it in?

"Once the papal scepter is taken away, the alert detection magic will immediately respond."

Unable to resist circling the platform three times, Fiona steered the conversation back on track.

To be honest, breaking this kind of warning magic wasn't easy for her either.

Of course, this doesn't mean Fiona can't crack it, but rather that the challenge lies in how to do it silently without triggering an alarm and how to keep things as they are without anyone noticing.

Hmm. Perhaps we could start by disrupting the magic circuits and blocking the corresponding energy transmission, but that would require finding the core of the warning magic.
Perhaps it's possible to increase or decrease the weight simultaneously; as long as balance is maintained and the weights are kept equal, it can be easily stolen.

If so, we must consider whether there are any hidden traps inside.
Just as Fiona was stroking her chin, preparing to play her role as a senior figure,

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw an old hand pierce through layers of guards, grab the scepter, and take it out without any hindrance.

The triggered warning spells remained completely ineffective, having failed entirely.

?

Fiona paused for a moment, then turned her head and saw Ron Griffith, who had transformed into a kind old man.

At this moment, his hair and beard were all white, and he had a kind face, just like the current Pope Cyrus VII.

Exactly the same.
What an incredibly realistic illusion technique!
Since the removal of the scepter by an outsider would trigger an alarm, the leader of the Papacy would certainly not allow such a situation to occur, since there has never been a reason for one to guard against oneself throughout history.

Ron's actions amazed Fiona, who was theoretically over a thousand years old.

"You're quite quick-witted, not bad."

How did you know I had already considered this method?

She raised her snow-white chin and said with a disdainful look.

Who asked you?

Hearing this, the blond boy felt extremely exhausted.

Ignoring Fiona's boasting, Ron, using the identity of Cyrus VII, put the scepter back into his spatial ring and then placed the "spiked club" on it.

Although Ron, who already possessed the scepter, could choose not to put anything in it.

But just now, he suddenly realized a problem.

During the ceremony, each pope would take up his scepter from a slowly rising platform after his sermon, and then perform miracles to communicate with the Holy Light.

At this moment, no matter how unconventional Cyrus VII's position was, he was certainly closest to the papal scepter.

So, after thinking for a moment, Ron placed the miniature teleportation array that Fiona had painstakingly improved over five days right in the center of Niu Niu.

Yes, adamantite is the highest grade of metal used in magic, perfectly suited to the environment for activating a magic circle.
He muttered something to himself, covered the entire stage with a red curtain, and then nodded in satisfaction.

Everything is ready except for the final push. I wonder if the president has woken up from the trial of "wisdom" yet, but according to the probability, he should be close to it by now.

— "This is the 14,440th question!"

"bring it on."

Inside the magnificent white hall, Olivia was swaying her chest energetically, making the mental clone almost numb.

This trial has far exceeded its original meaning, but as a manifestation of the mind left behind by the Enlightened God,

He didn't understand whether this was a trial prepared for Olivia or a trial specifically for him.

Fortunately, it's almost over.

After six days and six nights, Olivia had answered 90 questions correctly.
In other words, he will be completely free after ten more questions.

"It's alright, just ten questions, it'll be quick."

The mind clone blankly flipped through the test questions left by the "Enlightened God," but was shocked to find that the entire dark brown-covered book had come to an end.

This! How is this even possible?!

He glanced at the strong and well-developed Olivia, gritted his teeth, and threw the book aside.

Although the questions from the trials have been exhausted, as the mental avatar of the Enlightenment God, he still has his own principles.

To compromise with stupidity? What a joke!

Lowering the difficulty is absolutely out of the question!
After pondering for a while, his mind split into two parts and posed a complex and difficult magical problem involving calculation.

"Solution: Ψ+(ρv)=κ(Φwind+ΦearthΦfire×Φwater)λΨ2."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the simple-minded black-haired woman with a bewildered look in her eyes.

Ha, let's calculate!
Feel my pain!
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In a canyon near the Cahill River on the outskirts of the capital.

Wearing a wide-brimmed lace hat and a long lace-trimmed dress, Elena gazed into the distance.

She wore high-top calfskin witch shoes for easy movement, and her two fleshy thighs were tightly bound by white, semi-transparent stockings.

Elena held a parasol made of light and dark blue, her deep blue, almost purple eyes seemed to be filled with mist, sometimes hazy and charming, sometimes clear and captivating.

It's so captivating that you can't help but be drawn to her, wanting nothing more than to bow down at her feet.

Yes, the ancient Greek god of sex.

At that moment, a blurry image from the past was suddenly reflected in his deep blue, almost purple eyes.

"Oh dear, it seems we have some guests. Why don't you come out and greet them?"

The witch chuckled twice, her gaze fixed on an unremarkable cliff face.

Ever since the last time the "False King" was used, this phenomenon of being able to see the past has been occurring from time to time.

click-

Accompanied by the crisp sound of rocks cracking, a figure appeared with long, dark green hair, emerald green eyes, a bright and elegant appearance, and a slender and supple waist.

Afra looked the witch over and tapped the broken stone with the tip of her tail.

"That's rare indeed, a snake-man?"

"What's your relationship with that little guy?"

Elena paused for a moment, then blurted out the question instinctively.

She never expected Ron to be so unconventional; having her and Olivia wasn't enough.

Not only did he seduce that little slut Catherine, but he also secretly had an affair with a snake woman who appeared out of nowhere.

Bah, scumbag!

(End of this chapter)