I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 250 Why is it still you?! (Two chapters combined)

Forbidden human alchemical creation!?
Upon hearing this, the vampire girl's already pale face turned even paler.

This reminded her of the tragic scene of surviving on expired artificial blood bags on a ship.

"Brother, do you think the entire Kingdom of Oran might already be under the control of the androids?"

“Look, one of them is the Pope, one is a high-ranking member of the Mage Association, and the other is a confidant of the Queen.”

"If we're captured, they could create identical replicas of us, return to the Federation, and secretly replace lower-ranking employees and higher-ups."

Vivian trembled slightly, afraid to think any further.

This girl has such a vivid imagination!
The conversation between the brother and sister naturally did not escape Ron's ears, after all, the Baron's study was not very large.

The handsome young man stroked his chin, deliberately adopting a stiff and expressionless demeanor, and said in a monotone, mechanical voice:

"Ha, ha, ha, you actually discovered our plan."

"It seems I can't keep you around."

Oh no, we've been discovered!!!
"Brother, run!"

Startled by being exposed, Vivian jumped up and bumped her head on the low door frame.

With a thud, she fell to the ground, covering her forehead with her hand and said:
"Brother, it's an invisible but powerful magical attack!"

Looking at his sister, whose intelligence was questionable, Verex couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

To be honest, after meeting Ron for the third time, he also had the idea that Ron was a triplet or a fellow alchemical creation.

However, after glancing at Ron, who was wiping away sweat, and remembering the Baron's earlier statement that "Her Majesty's envoy has just arrived," he glimpsed the truth.

While the theory of three Star Fury factions is incredible, Verex finds it quite plausible compared to even more outrageous ideas.

The thought raced through his mind, and he flashed his signature elegant smile, saying:
"Lord Ron, you have deceived my brother and me for a long time."

cheat?
Vivian, who was squatting on the ground, looked puzzled, but soon seemed to realize something and stood up.

She looked at the handsome young man with a sly smile on his lips, and suddenly felt a surge of anger.

"Hey, why did you lie to us?"

"You're not actually human alchemical creations at all, you're triplets, right? Tell me, which one are you?!"

My sister, this will lower the average IQ of people in the Federation.
Upon hearing this, Velex unconsciously wiped away a cold sweat and spoke up to remind him:
“Vivian, we’ve all met the same person today, whether it’s the Pope, the investigator, or the kingdom’s envoy, it’s all him.”

what! ?

The vampire girl's short-circuited brain finally snapped back to normal. She stared wide-eyed at Ron, gently sniffing the air.

Then, she glared angrily at Ron and questioned him:

"Why didn't you tell us sooner? You made us run around so many times!"

"You didn't ask either."

Ron was telling the truth.

That guy is so despicable.
At that moment, it was as if Verex and Vivian were meeting Ron for the first time.

No longer the dignified and composed pope or the decisive and efficient investigator, but his true self.

"Let me reintroduce myself. My primary job is as a Level 1 Investigator for the Stardust Society, and my secondary job is as a senior advisor to the Pope and Her Majesty the Queen."

Each word the blond boy uttered surprised the brother and sister.

According to the intelligence they have gathered over this period of time, the Kingdom of Oran is also a collection of entities similar to an alliance. However, isn't it a bit too exaggerated for you to be jumping back and forth among so many forces?
Unable to contain her curiosity, Vivian couldn't help but ask:
"So, since it's all just you, why did the Holy See, the Mage Association, and the Royal Family send separate letters saying they've all sent envoys?"

She felt that things were not as simple as they seemed on the surface, and that they might involve important national affairs of the Kingdom of Oran, or even a covert power struggle that could overturn the kingdom's order.

What you're saying.
What else can be done? It's all because those women are all so competitive, and in the end, they can only torment me.
Olivia has an extremely strong personality, and even Ron cannot refute her in the slightest.
Her Majesty the Queen is adept at keeping secrets to herself, and even Ron sometimes can't guess what she's thinking.
Elena, the woman who sits at the bottom of the social hierarchy, seems dedicated to bringing both herself and Olivia into her harem.
As for the snake woman, she might just be interested in me and simply want to have a child first before developing feelings for me.

Women are terrifying!

Adhering to the principle of "since we're all here," Ron chose to share the spoils equally, without refusing any of the forceful orders from either side.

"I'm just trying to maintain a fragile balance."

The handsome young man lowered his head and sighed with unusual sorrow.

The fragile balance was evident; there were indeed many conflicts between the Kingdom of Oran and its other allies, yet he was able to resolve them briefly.
Verex had to admit that Ron was a man of some importance.

"Please have a seat, gentlemen. We're already so familiar with each other, there's no need to stand on ceremony."

Ron tapped the desk with his fingers and pushed two steaming cups of herbal tea toward the two messengers.

Diplomacy is a very rigorous job, especially when it involves diplomacy with unknown civilizations.

Although Verex spoke in polite terms about bringing peace, Ron knew this was just the first wave of vanguards sent in.

If chaos or internal strife breaks out in the Kingdom of Oran, it will likely be nothing more than a talking piece of meat in the eyes of the other side.

Over the next hour, the representatives from both sides engaged in relatively conservative discussions, primarily exchanging ideas about cultural forms and the commonalities they shared historically.

The Radiant Federation clearly lacks talent like Harinlet. According to Ron, when the Apocalypse arrived, the federation, composed of different races, was initially very passive and unable to organize any decent resistance.

It wasn't until the appearance of Chrisel, the founder of magical artifacts, that the technology she invented allowed various races to gain a foothold during the crisis. After years of dormancy and development, they were able to completely eliminate the aftereffects of that disaster.

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As dusk approached, the setting sun sank halfway down, casting a shadow over the night sky dotted with twinkling stars.

"The official business is finally done. Now all that's left is to pay homage to the Queen and then take the envoy from Oran back to report."

Inside the carriage, Velex was immersed in a rare tranquility, muttering to himself about his next plan.

"Brother, are we really going?"

Vivian, on the other hand, was not so relaxed and even seemed a little nervous.

Because the brother and sister were going to do something dangerous that night—make contact with the notorious cultists of the continent.

The Suffering Order worships the "Mother of Mercy," which is exactly what they need.

This operation was not official business, but a private matter for the Moon Shadow Clan, and therefore could not be carried out by heavily armed guards.

Given the fighting abilities of the brother and sister, if something unexpected happens, they might really not be able to come back.

"Vivian, you stay at the camp. I'll go alone." Verex patted his sister's shoulder as he glanced once more at the darkening sky.

"elder brother!"

"This is a matter for our Moon Shadow Clan, and I cannot stand idly by."

“Your illness is getting worse, and besides, we can’t just rely on the manuscripts left by our ancestors.”

"That guy from earlier in the day, isn't he also a pope of some god? We could totally ask him for a solution!"

Vivian uttered a string of words, her face showing obvious worry.

It's less of an illness and more of a curse, or perhaps a blessing.

Every patriarch of the Moon Shadow Clan has a strange dream on the night he is elected.

This dream foreshadows all sorts of calamities to come.

Fortunately, thanks to this blessing, the Moon Shadow Clan has avoided many dangers for the Federation and even obtained hereditary seats in the Federal Parliament.

Unfortunately, this blessing is uncontrollable; in other words, the calamities one dreams of are completely random.
In addition, the closer the blessing comes, the longer the dream lasts, from one day to two days, from two days to two weeks, and from two weeks to two years.

Of course, the Moon Shadow Clan could overcome this cost, but the problem was that after a two-year slumber, each patriarch would awaken.
Some went mad, some became anxious and mentally unstable, and others seemed to have seen something indescribable, dying of fright in their own dreams.

What's even more terrifying is that, as time goes by, this near-certain death seems to be brought forward.

From going insane after two years of sleep, to going insane after one year of sleep, then to going insane after six months, one month, and half a month.

It seems that somewhere in the future, an unseen, immortal ghost is wandering. As the time in the real world approaches, the Moon Shadow Clan will inevitably slide into the abyss, and no one can reverse it.

As for the siblings' father, who had already tried to relinquish the clan leadership and even give up his hereditary seat in the Federation, it was clear from the results that it wouldn't work.

This gift is passed down according to bloodline seniority.

After their father's death, this blessing appeared in Verex; following this pattern, when Verex dies, this blessing will inevitably appear in Vivian, and no one can avoid it.
“Vivian, I have considered other methods, but according to the records we found, it seems that the source of all this started with that ancestor.”

"It is very likely related to the 'Mother of Mercy'. If it were to rely on the power of other gods, it would probably be even more troublesome. Moreover, Lord Ron has also said that some gods have already fallen."

"The patriarchs of the family have been right in their predictions. Those who went mad or died most likely foresaw the end of the world!"

Verex forced himself to calm down. This speculation was somewhat subjective, but in any case, lifting the curse was an urgent matter that had to be done.

"Brother, I'll go with you!"

Vivian seemed to have made up her mind, holding onto her brother's arm tightly and refusing to let go.

Verex felt helpless and could only sigh and say:
"Alright, Vivian, remember, I'll be the one doing the talking, so you don't have to say anything."

“Cult members aren’t as easy to talk to as Mr. Ron was during the day!”

After returning to camp, the brother and sister quietly waited for night to fall.

When the time was almost up, they took advantage of the shift changes of the mission's guards to sneak out of the camp and stealthily make their way into the wilderness.

Bathed in the light of the golden and red moon, the brother and sister traversed the forest path and arrived at the hideout where they had last met with the cultists.

But just then, Vivian, who seemed inexplicably nervous, suddenly said:

"Brother, you said the guy who contacted us isn't that same guy again, is he?"

My stupid sister, have you lost your mind?
Velex sighed wearily, then said with conviction:
"Vivian, that's absolutely impossible!"

"Putting everything else aside, how could a pope of the Holy See possibly associate with cultists?"

"Moreover, given the status of the mission, the cultists who come to see us are most likely high-ranking members of the cult."

He patted his chest, fully demonstrating his elder brother's wisdom and composure.

Vivian admitted that what her useless brother said made some sense.

How could a perfectly upright person possibly mingle with a cult and even hold a high-ranking position?
You're overthinking it, you're really overthinking it.

Quietly calming herself down, she followed Verex up the mountainside. It took them a full half hour before they finally saw a glimmer of light ahead.

"who!?"

Suddenly, the cultist guarding the stronghold abruptly turned towards the brother and sister. After recognizing who they were, he yawned and said:
"It's you guys. The Chosen One is waiting for you inside. Don't let him down."

"Thank you."

Verex nodded politely, then pulled his sister into the cave.

The so-called clandestine rendezvous inevitably requires wearing something to conceal one's identity, but due to the circumstances, a mask is undoubtedly the most cost-effective option in this situation.

However, when the three masked individuals' gazes met simultaneously within the cult's stronghold, they all froze in place.

At this moment, the cult stronghold was eerily quiet.

Even the slowest-witted Vivian sensed that the so-called Chosen One seemed somewhat familiar.

Hey, it's you guys again? Didn't we agree to sneak in and infiltrate the delegation?

So that's how they infiltrate!

The blond boy's lips twitched violently. He hadn't expected to have such a connection with the two vampires. So he took off his mask, revealing his incredibly handsome face.

"why is it you again!"

"You really are an alchemical creator!"

Vivian was the first to exclaim in surprise, perfectly revealing her carefully hidden identity.

Verex was incredulous, his mind in complete chaos, making it impossible for him to think calmly.

He now seriously suspects that he's been set up, that everyone he's encountered since logging in has been a professional actor, part of a staged drama for him.

Indeed, it is highly likely that, just as Vivian suspected, the Kingdom of Oran has fallen and is controlled by alchemical lifeforms.

Otherwise, it's impossible to explain how this guy could seamlessly switch between being a pope and a cultist.

Could it be that this kingdom has become so dark that anyone with power and influence can do anything?
Why can't it be me?

"Being the pope is my job, but being a cultist is my pleasure."

"Go ahead and report me if you dare."

(End of this chapter)