I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 240 There's still a pastry chef! (Two chapters combined)

In an instant, the entire Sky Garden fell silent.

If one is selfless, open-minded, and righteous, then evil thoughts must be eliminated and restrained.
As one gets closer to the Holy Light God, even the thoughts in one's heart will be oppressed and judged.

However, there is a prerequisite: that is, it is not shouted out in front of outsiders.

The logic of the Holy Light God is so straightforward: as long as you shout "Declaration of Independence" to outsiders, it means that you have confessed to the God.

what! ?

Cyrus VII was utterly astonished, unable to comprehend that such a courageous person existed in the world.

Having lived for so many years, he couldn't even imagine how such words could be uttered, or what kind of awareness and sacrifice it took to dare to say them in front of the person involved.

Frankly speaking, if the two sides weren't enemies, Celeus VII would have liked to use his papacy to bless this despicable dream.

The guild leader, who was severely restricted and did not cultivate the Holy Light, was completely dumbfounded upon hearing this.

Her amber eyes widened instantly, and her delicate face flushed red. She was at a loss, unsure of where to put her hands and feet.

What Ron said sent chills down Olivia's spine just thinking about it.

They stomped on it, whipped it, and even stuck it there.
When did this guy go astray? Could it be from that bitch Elena? But he's still a minor!

Was he just confessing his feelings to me?

But we're a full ten years apart!
And I wouldn't step on it with my foot!

Although the dark-haired woman had long suspected that Ron harbored ill intentions towards her.
However, such malicious intentions were still beyond her capabilities.

Thinking of this, the president, his toes gripping the soles of his shoes, suppressed the shame welling up inside him and earnestly advised:
"Ron, it's not that the president won't let you step on him, but you're still young, and thinking about these things all the time isn't good for your health."

Damn it, is this the time to say these things?!
Ron blushed and unconsciously increased the force in his hand, almost causing Cyrus VII to stumble.

At this point, he had completely given up thinking, with only one thought in his mind: to seize the scepter and deal with Cyrus VII.

Humans are destined to die, but social death is something no one can accept.

The blond boy couldn't even imagine how Olivia would view him afterwards.

They might make fun of him for the rest of his life, or they might directly refuse this absurd request and dismiss him, or they might simply refuse him coldly and firmly, showing that there is no future between subordinates and superiors!
Damn it, stop thinking about it!

Ron forcibly restrained his overactive imagination and vented all his emotions on Cyrus VII.

But just then, he suddenly saw the old pope, who had taken several steps back, kick back with his right foot, making a gesture of fighting with all his might.

Before the gods, all beings are equal.

At this point, it is no longer a simple contest of strength.

In choosing to use the divine power of the Holy Light God to restrain Ron and Olivia, Cyrus VII also restrained himself.

He was exerting all his strength, so much so that his old and kind face looked somewhat ferocious.

"Damn it, kid, you forced me to do this!"

The Pope suddenly roared, and under Ron's incredulous gaze, he shouted again:
"I'm guilty!"

What?! You're guilty of something?!
The blond boy was stunned.

“I deliberately let the ‘false king’ go, allowing him to return to the past, disrupt order, rewrite history, and corrupt the average moral standards of the Kingdom of Oran.”

"My Lord, I did all this for you!!!"

"I will make you fall, fail, submit, and be humiliated by me, who is as insignificant as an ant. I will taint your glorious divine body with my filthy bodily fluids and teeth!"

!!!

Ron, who had just gained a slight advantage, immediately sensed something was wrong. Before his shock could even subside, he felt an immense power suddenly erupt from the other end of the scepter.

Meanwhile, the black lightning coiled around the scepter, giving a sense of helpless fall, was spreading rapidly, eroding the order of the Holy Light God and seizing control of the divine power.

In an instant, the blond boy was completely at a disadvantage and could only grit his teeth and struggle to hold on.

“Ron Griffiths, I am now a complete man, with no more hidden filth or secrets!”

"You, prepare to die!"

Cyrus VII was acting like a madman, completely disregarding his dignity.

The radiant greatsword in the sky suddenly slid down, and Ron's body involuntarily tilted to one side.

Damn it!
Do we have to continue to "confess"?

Ron was on the verge of tears, clearly not having much time to think in this critical moment.

As he watched the scepter slowly slide away, and he was powerless to resist, the blond boy gave a bitter smile.

There are always some things that come above others!
"I'm guilty!"

At this moment, it was Cyrus VII's turn to be shocked.

Having been pope for over a hundred years, I have never seen anyone with such perseverance.

He had intended to persuade Ron to reconsider.

After all, winning or losing is only a temporary matter, but social ruin is a lifelong matter. But before the Pope could speak, he suddenly heard the boy in front of him shout fiercely:
"I... I also like Elena, I want... I want her to sit right on my face, to... to be my sugar daddy, to play with me!!!"

"And, and I also want to play aristocratic games with Miss Wang, and have her flirt with me in the dark!"

"I... I want the nun to scold me harshly and treat me like a vengeful spirit!"

"I also want the snake woman to wrap her tail around me, imprison me, and force me to lay eggs for her every day!!!"

"I confess, I am not a warrior of pure love at all!"

"I am guilty!!!"

This is what it's like to be a young virgin at that age when you're itching to get intimate.

It's all because he has too much imagination, which always brings him a lot of troubles as he grows up.

Ron wasn't a eunuch; with so many beautiful women who were attracted to him, how could he not have had some romantic fantasies?

The next second, the blond boy felt most of the shackles on his body being removed, and he had the power to deal with Cyrus VII.

However, Ron always felt that he was still a little short of being the perfect person the Pope spoke of.

Of course, this wasn't because he was dishonest, but because it involved the "Mother of Compassion," Ron really didn't dare to make any casual remarks.

After all, that could very well become a reality!
"Ms. Fiona, please help me!"

The blond boy shouted anxiously.

If he could, he really wanted to start over.

How can I help you?

Do you expect me to shout, "I'm just a nobody"?
The proud senior was briefly caught in a dilemma, but considering Ron's recent "declaration of independence," she suddenly widened her eyes and asked:
"Hey, hey, hey, you junior, you wouldn't happen to be interested in grandma too, would you!?"

This is a potentially disastrous question. If he answers that he's interested, regardless of what Grandma Fiona might think, Ron would essentially be detached from the human species. If he answers that he's not interested, it would make Grandma Fiona seem less capable than other women, which would damage his senior's confidence.

Ron was truly impressed with himself; he could still think of this at such a crucial moment.

His mind raced, and he could only say it tactfully:

"Uh, senior, I don't like people younger than me."

"You little brat, have you lost your mind? How am I young? My age combined is older than all your female confidantes!"

Ron remained silent.

Soon, the arrogant senior realized what was going on.

"You impolite junior! My grandma isn't small at all, she's just... just shrunk down!"

"Ugh!!! I'm so angry!"

But thanks to Ron, the bracelet that Grandma Fiona was residing in was now only half a centimeter away from the scepter.

For a "hero" who saved the entire continent, the power of holy light did not impose too many restrictions on her, allowing her to use magic under these circumstances.

Grandma Fiona may have small breasts, but she is a person with great righteousness.

"Junior, remember to get me plenty of soul-replenishing potions!"

With the instructions from his arrogant senior, the cat paw bracelet on Ron's right wrist suddenly burst into a dazzling, star-like brilliance.

Suddenly, an immense repulsive force erupted, immediately breaking the stalemate between the Pope and Ron.

The blond boy felt his hands go numb and could barely hold the top of the scepter. Cyrus VII, who was being targeted by Fiona, fared even worse and stumbled and fell to the ground.

However, he still held the scepter firmly in one hand, showing no sign of letting go.

Seeing the elderly man, barely over two hundred years old, helplessly fall to the ground, the social question of whether or not to help him once again came to mind.

Without hesitation, Ron kicked out hard.

"Let go, let go, let go!"

"what!!!"

Amidst the old man's screams and with Ron's all-out effort, he finally snatched the scepter made of adamantite.

Good news, the scepter has been captured.

Bad news: Cyrus VII, disregarding all decorum, tried to bite Ron's penis, taking advantage of his short stature.

The blond boy was terrified at the sight; he hadn't regained his balance after exerting too much force, and could only instinctively twist his waist to dodge.
But this was exactly what Cyrus VII wanted. Seeing that Ron couldn't keep his balance, he pounced and tackled the boy to the ground.
The scepter rolled out of Ron's hand and landed about ten meters away from both of them, about fifteen meters away from Olivia.

Damn it!
The papal scepter is the key to victory or defeat in this battle.
Once Ron seizes the scepter and uses the power of holy light to return to the divine realm, the restrictions here will be completely broken.

At that time, not only will the personal safety of Miss Witch and Miss Snake be guaranteed, but the president will also be free from suppression, thus truly eliminating Cyrus VII.

If Cyrus VII were to seize the scepter, the situation would deteriorate drastically. If he were to truly take away the authority to control the power of the Holy Light, the Stardust Society would likely have no choice but to flee.

"President. The Scepter!!!"

Ron shouted with all his might, while gripping Cyrus VII's belt tightly to prevent him from taking another step forward.

However, the Pope, having lived for over two hundred years, managed to loosen his belt in a moment of crisis and escape unscathed.

Cyrus VII was incredibly fast; his legendary status allowed him to reach the scepter in just a few breaths.

"I won!"

The Pope grinned and reached out to grab it from the ground.

But the next second, he froze on the spot. The scepter was right in front of him, but he was so blinded by greed that he couldn't tell what it was.

Olivia stood up, and the white palace symbolizing "wisdom" suddenly rose up, accompanied by loud confessions.

"I am guilty. I shouldn't have drunk alcohol at work, shouldn't have hit people so easily, and shouldn't have slacked off at work!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Olivia immediately felt the pressure on her body ease a little.

Without hesitation, she used the brief moment of support from her wisdom realm to try and seize the papal scepter from Cyrus VII.

However, while the idea is wonderful, reality is cruel.

Cyrus VII, momentarily unable to distinguish what a scepter was, showed no panic. Instead, he closed his eyes, swept his arm, and gathered all the items in front of him into his arms.

The moment the scepter touched his hand, the Pope's mind instantly cleared.

He had just opened his eyes and hadn't even had a chance to smile when he suddenly saw a tall boot with a gold heel flash past him, kicking the papal scepter away.

The kick was incredibly powerful; the scepter shattered the colorful glass and traveled a great distance to crash into the sacred church.

Since we can't end the oppression brought by the scepter, let's throw it away!
At that moment, Ron felt the pressure on him suddenly disappear by more than half. His mind raced, and without paying any attention to Olivia, he swooped down and headed straight for the Holy Church.

However, it seems that the two of them overlooked an important point.
As the oppressive effect of the scepter subsided, Cyrus VII regained his ability to use divine magic.

The next moment, his body suddenly transformed into a beam of light, almost instinctively dodging Olivia's lightning spear.

It wasn't that Cyrus VII could single-handedly withstand the attack of a demigod with his legendary physique, but rather that, having regained his ability to use divine magic, he was now able to borrow a small amount of holy light power.

This is a right unique to the Triple Crowned One, a long-standing gift from the gods!

boom--

Countless bolts of lightning streaked across the sky, turning the vast Sky Garden into ashes.

But Olivia was not happy, because most of her attacks were blocked by divine power, and she only slowed down Cyrus VII's speed.

Under the lock of mental power, Cyrus VII, transformed into light, had already traversed nearly half the distance and was about to enter the sacred church.

Just then, a sudden gust of wind swept through the Vatican headquarters, slowing down the Pope's progress and sweeping up Ron, who was on his way to the Holy Church, and throwing him into the fifth floor where the scepter was located.

Once she gets close to the location of the scepter, her strength will be suppressed. For a short time, Olivia can only resort to this method in order to get Ron to obtain the scepter as soon as possible.

wow-

The sound of shattering glass suddenly rang out, and another grand hall appeared before Ron's eyes.

The hall was carpeted in red, with heavy gold curtains hanging by the windows, and long solid wood tables on top of the carpet.

At the end of the table are several thick ropes, behind which stands a fireplace that has never been used and seems to be purely decorative.

As for the most important papal scepter, it was stuck in the cracks in the fireplace.

Ron's eyes lit up, and he ran towards the fireplace as fast as he could.

But just then, a figure without pants suddenly appeared through the broken window.

That was Cyrus VII!
After glancing at the scene in the conference room, the Pope ignored Ron and scrambled toward the fireplace.

He was closer to Ron than Ron, and he was faster than Ron!
(End of this chapter)