I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 243 You guys have really put me in a lot of trouble (Part 2)

"it's all over……"

The layers of swirling, colorful clouds vanished completely, and Elena Isabella removed the crown with a broken corner from her head, her delicate body leaning helplessly against the cliff face.

She never wanted to experience that terrifying feeling of a giant sword hanging overhead and her back being pierced by silver needles again in her life.

"Now that the Holy Light God has regained his power, your friend must have succeeded."

Looking at the sky, which was no longer sealed and suppressed by divine power, Afra said expressionlessly.

Only the knotted tail remained, telling of her recent tension and fear.

It was only then that Miss Snake realized that Ron's empty promises were far too difficult to keep.

What a despicable and despicable chosen one of God!
What was supposed to be a three-on-one fight against evil turned into a direct confrontation with the gods.

If it weren't for this witch having helpers, she would probably be a dead snake today, picked up by the Holy Light God, chopped into four pieces, and boiled into snake soup!
However, it turns out that Cyrus VII was an imposter before. It seems that he had been on guard against the betrayal of the Order for a long time, but his preparations were not thorough enough, which is why he was caught off guard and made many mistakes.

tsk tsk.
Here, Afra really wants to give Ron a shout-out.

My friend? You mean Olivia?
The witch tilted her head and said confidently:

"My friend will surely succeed."

Clearly, aside from her intelligence, she was very confident in Olivia's abilities.

In the half-day before her planned ambush of Cyrus VII, Olivia successfully passed the trial of "wisdom".

However, Elena did not let Olivia appear in public, but instead had her lie in ambush in the forest dozens of kilometers away, ready to be deployed at any time.

This is necessary caution, and it's also the witch's consistent style.

Of course, there is an even more important point: the corpse of the former president still had the aura of divine power remaining.

She was stabbed through the heart and died a swift and clean death.

Who but the gods can do this?
Although that memory and the facts have been concealed and altered, the wounds on the corpse do not lie.

"Ugh"

Elena pursed her lips, unsure whether to be sad or happy, and could only stare blankly into the distance.

With the fall of Cyrus VII, all hatred vanished, leaving the witch with an eerie emptiness.
She sighed again, glanced at Afra, and then her entire body was covered in ice crystals, turning into a mirror and disappearing.

-

"What! He became the Pope!?"

"Ron Griffiths, you bastard, are you trying to betray us?!"

Back at the base, Afra stared in disbelief at the less-than-perfect image in her hand.

The Pope's coronation is a momentous event that shakes the entire nation.

So the moment Ron appeared, almost all the newspaper reporters turned their cameras on him.

Within two hours, major newspapers had already typed out separate editions, rushed to print them, and dispatched horse-drawn carts to sell them to other places.

Seeing the boy in the newspaper grinning foolishly and waving, Afra's tail practically stood on end in anger.

She fought tooth and nail, almost getting turned into snake soup, while this bastard lived a carefree and happy life.
Thinking of this, the snake woman's tail tip twitched.

A cultist elected pope? That's blasphemy!
How did he manage to offend two gods at the same time with one thing?
"No way, I'm going to settle the score with him!"

As soon as Afra moved, she suddenly felt someone grab the tip of her tail.

"Lady Afra, please don't be impulsive! The Chosen One is doing this for our own good!"

Miss Snake Woman's gaze sharpened, her emerald vertical pupils fixed on the elders of the cult behind her.

"What? You guys didn't take that guy's bribe, did you!?"

Its emerald green eyes gleamed with a dangerous light, capable of taking everyone's life in an instant.

"That's not true, Lady Afra!"

"Instead, we received a letter from the coastal religious groups."

"It seems that there are foreign believers of the Matriarch who wish to have an audience with Lady Afra."

"He came with some federal mission and secretly infiltrated the area."

Foreign female believers, coastal areas, missions?
As a powerful figure active more than a thousand years ago, Afra had naturally witnessed the ports being packed with people and the long-distance exchanges between different races and civilizations.

In those days, maritime trade was exceptionally developed. The cheapest ship ticket from the Kingdom of Oran to other continents cost only a dozen or so gold lions.

Even Afra herself wasn't a native snake of the Kingdom of Oran; her ancestors had immigrated from other continents several generations ago.

Those vibrant scenes are still fondly remembered by Afra.

"Interesting. They actually sailed from another continent. Aren't the seas supposed to be extremely dangerous?"

Even the Golden Fleet, which once united the kingdoms of Lor'theran, Valyria, and Ascalon to try to break through the storm and seek help from the outside world, couldn't hold out for more than an hour. How did the people of other continents manage to do it?

It's important to know that while the human empire back then was a bit of a mess, it was still quite powerful.

With the tip of its emerald green tail lightly touching the ground, Afra turned its bright face to the other side. "Well, let's meet then."

"Also, write a letter to that bastard and ask him if he's forgotten his roots?"

"Fine, I'll go myself tonight!"

-

Pink and romantic.

"Heather, come help me up! I feel so bad, so empty, and I have no strength at all!"

Elena leaped out of the mirror, and after seeing the scene inside the secret room, she fell to the ground with a thud, sticking out her buttocks in an unusually alluring pose.

Holding a pipe, Heather Flores, with her silver hair and gray eyes, remained expressionless.

She took a deep drag of her cigarette and quietly exhaled, pulling a leather whip from her bosom amidst the swirling smoke.

Pythagorean Theorem 2.0!

The witch's lips twitched, and she immediately stood up and patted her skirt.

“Heather, if you continue to be sexually frigid like this, the Flores family may be wiped out.”

"You can't expect your brother to have children, God, he'll definitely try to use alchemy to create his own offspring."

To be honest, Elena wasn't exaggerating; it was sincere advice from the bottom of her heart.

Unlike her sister, who only wanted to be in the gang and enjoyed the atmosphere, Flores' younger brother was someone she was truly wary of.

"No need for you to trouble yourself."

"However, before that, I would like you to take a look at this."

Heather Flores didn't respond, but instead handed over the newspaper she was holding.

Elena took it casually, her deep blue-purple eyes sweeping over it, and she suddenly froze.

[With the arrival of a new era, what does Pope Ron's smile truly signify?]

[Shocking! The old pope has suddenly passed away, and the new pope has smoothly taken over!]

[The election of a teenage boy as pope: Has this ushered in a new round of power struggles within the Vatican?]

"My grass!"

The witch uttered a vulgar curse without any decorum, her first reaction being to rub her eyes, worried that she had misread it.

However, the unusually clear candid photos in the newspaper indicate that it did indeed happen.

Her mind went blank for a few seconds, then a slightly excited smile crept onto her face. "One day, I'll make my little pope repent and pray while I toy with him!"

Hearing this, Heather rolled her eyes and sighed.

This witch is probably just all talk.

"Is he still with the Vatican?"

"Yes."

"Great, I'll go see the little guy tonight!"

-

Inside the sacred church.

The fire had long been extinguished, and all the high-ranking bishops and deacons of the Papacy gathered together, listening quietly as Ron, at the head of the council hall, spoke:
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is not my intention, and I have no desire to be a pope."

"So it was all an accident, a misunderstanding. The Vatican is sacred in my heart, and the position of the Pope is even more noble."

"I personally believe that I am completely incapable of doing the job!"

"I've finished speaking. Who agrees and who disagrees?"

This meeting was originally supposed to be attended by all twelve archbishops in white robes, but now only Coster is present.
Besides Saint Eleanor and Tina, who did not return in time, all the other white-robed bishops had perished, their deaths shrouded in mystery.

Although the blond boy spoke with exceptional sincerity and noble intentions, suggesting he would relinquish papal power and appear to have no involvement in the internal affairs of the Papacy,
But most bishops and deacons clearly don't buy into this.

Just now, a warrior came up and cursed without saying a word, in order to show his loyalty to Cyrus VII.

However, the young man at the head of the conference table simply smiled and waved his scepter.

The warrior was instantly reduced from a fourth-rank clergyman to an ordinary person, and was punished by the white bishop Coster to clean toilets for three months for his rude and impolite speech.

This made all the bishops realize that the Vatican had changed, plunging into an eternal darkness.

Like the Heinleit family, who have inherited the "temple" for generations, those within the Papacy who wish to receive divine blessings must obtain the approval of the supreme leader, the Pope.

Therefore, this has led to the papacy becoming largely a one-man show.
While the Pope wields immense power and possesses the greatest strength, he is also subject to the most restrictions imposed by the Holy Light God.

Countless eyes were watching them, both above and below.

Therefore, it is clear that as a pope who is in the public eye, it is extremely difficult for him to do something bad; he can only choose to be a good person.

If even the Pope chooses to be a good person, how can his subordinates not be good people?
At this moment, Ron's deacons had to consider whether they should continue to be loyal to Cyrus VII.

Finally, a soft laugh echoed through the large conference room.

"Your Holiness is being far too self-deprecating in saying this. Your predecessor may not have done any better than you."

"Of course, I don't know what others think, but I, Ace, unconditionally support you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the butler in the third seat to Ron's right glanced around, his smile growing even brighter.

A brave person enjoys the world first; he is so eager to improve.

Upon hearing this name, Ron unconsciously glanced at Ace again, a thought creeping into his mind.

Without any personal bias, this name is absolutely worthy of being called "light."

You scoundrel!!!

Inside the meeting room, many priests glared at him angrily, then, as if a floodgate had been opened, they eagerly began to speak:

“Deacon Ace is right, I think so too!”

"Indeed, Your Holiness, I must criticize you for something. You are far too modest. What if we miss out on a good leader because of your modesty?"

"Your Holiness, Cyrus is only fit to smell your farts. What does he know about being a pope?"

For a moment, the meeting room seemed to have turned into a bustling market, with a constant buzz of praise.

Upon seeing this, the blond boy frowned.

How could a righteous army like his be swayed by flattery?

Thinking of this, Ron pursed his lips and raised his hand to press down:

"Okay, be quiet!"

The meeting room immediately fell silent.

Seeing this, the boy sighed:
"Sigh, I know that my excellence makes everyone reluctant to part with me, even though this is the first time we've met."

"However, I still stand by what I said."

"What ability do I have to become pope? In my opinion, you should recommend a few candidates, and I'll give them the papal scepter, how about that?"

Upon hearing this, the first one to flatter Ace, the butler, suddenly stood up and slammed his hand on the table.

"Your Holiness the Pope, if you don't become Pope, who will?"

Then he nimbly stood up, grabbed Ron, and pressed him down without much force.

Damn, how is this guy so good?!

Seeing this, the other deacons immediately understood what Ace wanted to do.

Immediately afterwards, they rushed forward and, amidst Ron's gasps, pressed him into his seat.

"What are you going to do?"

"Let me go! What are you doing?!"

Ron struggled desperately, but he couldn't break free from the deacons' grasp. In the end, he could only watch helplessly as the triple crown, inlaid with gold and jewels, was placed on his head.

These guys have really caused me a lot of trouble!
He immediately put on a bitter face.

Although he became the newly crowned pope due to various unexpected events, Ron knew that as someone personally chosen by the Holy Light God, being the pope was a duty he had to fulfill.

After all, the scepter was deeply bound to him, and even now he could communicate with the divine realm, whose location was unknown, at any time.

Moreover, Ron wasn't someone who took the benefits and then remained indifferent.

Regardless, he has a responsibility to make the Papacy bigger, stronger, and achieve even greater glory.

With his mind preoccupied with these escapades, the meeting ended quickly.

Almost all the deacons and bishops accepted the fact that there was a new pope.

Under Koster's direction, all the deacons went to assess the losses and reassure the clergy and parishioners at the grassroots level.

Suddenly, Ron, who had been the center of attention, became incredibly idle.

The blond boy touched the triple crown on his head, and his body involuntarily leaned back.

At the same time, his own attribute panel appeared before his eyes, and he began to check his gains this time.

Of the nine white-robed bishops, Luo himself killed seven.

The other two were dealt with by the arrogant senior, while the other was instantly annihilated by the aftershocks of the president's lightning attack.

You have slain seven fallen white-robed bishops, gaining 3500 proficiency points.

[The "Evil-Slaying Expert" title skill is activated, granting you an additional 2x proficiency points.]

A total of 7000 proficiency points were gained.

7000! !! !!

Get rich!
Although the proficiency of a fifth-tier expert had dropped to 500 due to the increase in level, the total proficiency was still a full 7000, which still excited Ron.

(End of this chapter)