I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 256 The Nun and the Pope (Two-in-One)

"This is?"

Velex, who had a cross earring hanging from his right ear, looked at the alchemical potion in Elena's hand with a puzzled expression, his mind wandering.

The differences in culture between the two places often lead to significant differences in alchemical techniques and medical standards.

The Kingdom of Oran was undoubtedly a country with powerful magical skills but relatively backward industrial development.

Magical alchemical potions, which are commonly found here and rely on exclusive secret recipes, are considered popular items in the Federation.

Could this be the legendary enhancement potion that can improve one's physical condition when drunk?
Recalling the warriors in the Federation who relied on injections and medications to strengthen their bodies, Verex felt he had smelled a business opportunity.

"Ms. Isabella, could you explain the effects of this potion?"

"of course."

Elena gently shook the small bottle in her hand and said in a serious tone:

"This potion has only one function: to enhance men's physiological functions, allowing them to take turns meeting women in certain situations."

"Even for people in their seventies or eighties, the medication will still be effective."

"Hmm~ Do you want me to explain in more detail?"

Can it enhance male physiological function and allow him to take turns meeting women in certain situations?

Wait, what does "in turn" mean?
Upon hearing this strange description, Verex immediately made a connection, and his expression turned odd.

Is this some kind of shady potion?

Since Ms. Isabella hadn't directly confirmed it, he couldn't speak directly and instead asked in a probing tone:
"Taking turns meeting with ladies?"

"Yes, just as you think, sir. Our 'Golden Spear' produced by the Good Renewal Merchant Guild is a hot-selling item in the capital!"

"I believe it will have a market wherever it is."

"If you don't believe in its effectiveness, I can send a few bottles to everyone in the delegation so you can try it for yourselves."

After speaking, Elena glanced at the male target customers in the room.

These people kept their eyes straight ahead, showing no interest whatsoever in the medicine itself.

Who would use something like this to boost their combat power?
Verex's lips twitched, and he instinctively wanted to refuse the product.

Otherwise, how would he explain it after opening the trade route and returning to the Federation?

Despite it being their first mission, they brought no minerals, herbs, or precious metals whatsoever, but a ship full of questionable medicines.

At that time, Verex Moonshadow will definitely be nailed to the pillar of shame!

Even if I die, even if I jump off this cliff, I will never open up a trade route for these shady medicines!
Just as the vampire youth was about to sternly refuse, he suddenly felt his sleeve being tugged from behind.

His expression froze, and he turned his head blankly, seeing the elven deputy envoy with gray hair, pointed ears, but an unusually youthful appearance.

“Vellex, I watched you and Vivian grow up. Your uncle has never asked you for anything!”

Darren Roberts' weathered eyes were unexpectedly bright at that moment, as if he had found a guiding light for the rest of his life.

He has lived for 360 years, which is equivalent to 7 or 80 years old in human terms, and his physical condition is no longer what it used to be.

While similar drugs within the Federation are highly effective, overuse can lead to drug resistance. What is needed now are mysterious magical potions from other continents!
"Uncle Darren, you..."

Just as Velex was about to explain the pros and cons, he suddenly felt someone tugging at his other sleeve.

He turned his head and saw another elven deputy envoy, who was about the same age as Daren.

The deputy envoy then said with a serious expression:

“Vellex, you should know that the elven race is small in number.”

"Darren and I have a duty to fulfill!"

What? You guys are so duty-bound to do it?!

With a silent sigh, Verex tensed his facial muscles, and his gaze towards Elena changed.

Just two bottles of potion were enough to make two federal deputy envoys betray the country on the spot. Is this the open conspiracy of the Kingdom of Oran?

After a moment's thought, Verex said in a deep voice:
“Ms. Isabella, time is of the essence. Please allow us to discuss this further before making a decision.”

"Also, how do you plan to transport the goods to the Federation?"

"The ocean is fraught with dangers, and it is difficult to guarantee a safe arrival if only merchant ships follow."

"Hmph~ No need for you all to worry, I can carry plenty of potions by myself, I can just take your ship."

-

Holy Church.

After two busy days, Ron finally returned to his papal throne.

For some reason, he always felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it no matter what he did.

Hmm, what could it be?

The image in his mind was blurry, causing Ron to frown.

Just then, footsteps suddenly came from the papal chapel of the Holy Church.

The blond boy looked up and his face immediately filled with embarrassment.

"Uh, when did you come out?"

He finally remembered what he had forgotten.

"Oh, who knows?"

Looking at the rather timid fellow seated on the papal throne, the holy nun sneered, then opened her mouth and said:
"Holy shit...you actually became the Pope?"

"Do you even know how the hell I've been these past few days?"

In the dark and confined interrogation room, Saint Irene—an innocent and pure nun—was bound in chains, forced to endure not only physical torture but also profound loneliness.

The feeling of being abused, the thrill of being captured and powerless, and the belief that one must not fall into evil and must uphold the path of the Holy Light, all made Saint Eleanor unable to resist.

Although the feeling of being captured by the enemy, or even imprisoned, gave her a thrill several times in a row.

But as time went on, Saint-Irene felt more and more uneasy.

When three days of the eternal day had passed and no one had come to whip or humiliate her, the nun knew that Ron had forgotten about her.

Damn it!
Saint Eileen was furious at the feeling of being humiliated and forgotten.

Thinking of this, she continued with a cold laugh:

"Ha, if it weren't for that lunatic Coster, were you planning to keep me locked up there all this time, to be your sole enjoyment, no, to be your sole imprisonment and humiliation?!"

Hey lady, keep your voice down!

No, I didn't. Who insulted you?
Upon hearing this, Pope Ron broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when he found no one there.

“Miss Ellen, I have no such thoughts at all.”

"You know we used to be enemies, so if I've done anything wrong, I can apologize. Please, please don't tell anyone what I did to you."

Upon hearing this, the nun's eyelids twitched; she felt as if she had encountered a master.

How do I get this guy excited first?!
To be honest, when she learned that Ron had become Pope, the nun could already imagine what she was going to suffer.

Saint Eleanor believed that she was loyal to the previous pope, while Cyrus VII had been killed by Ron, so there was an irreconcilable hatred between them.

As a confidant of the former pope, it was inevitable that I would have to submit to my enemy for the sake of my faith, be wantonly humiliated and toyed with, and even treated like a slave.

This is the first level of enjoyment.

The second layer of satisfaction comes from Saint Eleanor's courage in defying Ron, which leads to him humiliating her even more severely.
It would be best to force her, in her capacity as the white-robed archbishop, to do menial tasks.

Every day, he could only wear a tattered bishop's robe, kneel on the ground and wipe the floor, and was often beaten and scolded by the pope's lackeys. Even his living quarters were changed to a doghouse.

If things went any further, they might even be forcibly ordered by the evil pope to remove their clothes.

To do such a thing in the holy Church.

And she, Saint Eleanor, will pray to the gods under these circumstances, strong and stubborn!

As she pondered this, the nun's pure and dignified face broke into a wide, silly grin, sending chills down Ron's spine.

He felt that Saint Irene must be imagining something extraordinary.

He was only locked up in solitary confinement for a few days, how could he have become an idiot after coming out? It can't be that bad.
Ron muttered to himself, then hesitated and tentatively asked:
"Miss Ellen?"

The dignified nun suddenly awoke, and in that moment of mental blankness, she finally remembered her current situation.

The first layer of thrill has been set: Saint Eleanor is forced to become the subordinate of her enemy, the Pope, for the sake of her faith.

Now, all we need to do is anger this guy.
The thought flashed through her mind, and the nun immediately raised her chin, her long white hair falling down, her blood-red eyes revealing an expression as if she were looking at trash.

A mocking smile curled at the corners of her lips, her expression one of utter disgust and annoyance.

"You are not worthy to speak to me, nor are you worthy to be the Pope."

"If I were you, I would obediently take off my crown and go back to where I came from!"

Having said that, the holy and dignified nun stared directly at Ron, ready to see his exasperated expression.

That expression, those vicious words!
Ron could see clearly and hear perfectly.

As an honest man, he reflected deeply on himself and found that what the nun said made sense.

Since the other party is not at fault, then the fault lies with oneself.
Since you've made a mistake, you'll have to be punished!

With that thought in mind, Ron took a deep breath, stepped down from the papal throne, and approached Saint Eleanor.

Hmph, is it coming soon?

The nun swallowed hard, bracing herself for humiliation.

But just then, she suddenly saw Ron take off the crown from his head, stand on tiptoe and put it on her head, then pry open her palm and put the scepter inside.

Finally, under Saint Eileen's dazed gaze, Ron pulled her to sit on the papal throne.

The blond boy knelt beside the throne, looking at her expectantly, as if to say:
My sharp-tongued subordinate, come and punish me!

A sudden silence fell over the sacred hall, and Saint Eileen seemed to faintly sense the presence of her kind.

Fortunately, the silence did not last long before it was broken by footsteps outside the hall.

Saint Eileen's blood-red eyes panicked for a moment, then she immediately shoved the scepter and crown at Ron, switching their positions with lightning speed.

A beam of light, bright enough to shine even in broad daylight, spilled out from the crack in the door. As the holy light fluttered among the feathers, majestic and awe-inspiring background music began to play, sending chills down Ron's spine.

With such a display of power, he didn't need to guess; he already knew who the newcomers were.

That was one of the two great guardians of the capital, the white-robed archbishop known as the Right Hand of God!
As soon as Koster pushed open the arched doorway of the main hall, the background music surrounding him suddenly became clear.

He glanced around the hall and was taken aback by the scene before him.

As expected of the Holy Pillar, it actually managed to keep that lunatic Saint Ellen completely under its control.

Damn it, am I destined to never be able to surpass you in this lifetime?!
"Your Holiness, a Federation envoy has come to request an audience."

Coster turned to the side, making way for the vampire siblings who were being engulfed by the radiance and emitting wisps of white smoke from the holy light.

Then, standing in front of his sister, pale-faced Verex, with his sister's support, performed an elegant bow.

"Your Holiness the Pope, it's really not easy to meet you."

Don't bow in this situation!

Ron's lips twitched, and he quickly ran down from the throne, pulling the two vampires aside, fearing that they would be completely purified by the holy light surrounding Coster in a little while.

"It's alright, Lord Ron. Elegance is a tradition of our Moonshadow family!"

"No matter how difficult the circumstances, even when facing mortal danger, the Moon Shadow Clan will never lose its manners!"

"Please don't blame His Excellency Coster. He said he wanted to greet the envoy with the highest honors, and I simply couldn't refuse!"

Verex said seriously.

At this moment, Vivian, who had hidden in the shadows, also spoke up:
“My brother is fine, he’s just a little anemic.”

"He upheld the family's honor!"

"."

Is it a matter of etiquette now?
Upon hearing this, Ron felt a headache coming on.

However, seeing that Verex was really alright, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

After all, he simply couldn't imagine how Vivian, a vampire, would survive if Verex died.

In this unfamiliar kingdom of Oran, I guess I can only rely on my good brother to take care of him.

His mind raced with thoughts, but Ron quickly calmed himself and asked:

"Have you two encountered some kind of problem by coming to see me?"

"Yes, Your Excellency Ron, now that we have expressed goodwill to your kingdom, the mission will return to deliver the message back to the Federation."

At this point, Velex immediately smiled wryly:
"However, our ship is damaged, and it will be difficult to cross the vast ocean with only the escort ships."

"King Catherine has promised to help us and will gather the best craftsmen, but you should understand."

Hmm~ I understand. You mean the industrial base of the Kingdom of Oran is terrible, and repairing the Federation's ships will probably only be enough to plug the holes.

The blond boy stroked his chin, then waved his hand and said:
"Leave it to me, it's a minor issue."

"Is there anything else? If it's just this small matter, there's absolutely no need to have both of you come to see me, is there?"

“Indeed, there are additional matters. Lord Ron, we will set sail immediately once the ship is repaired.”

"Therefore, the list of personnel for the envoy team needs to be discussed in advance."

Vereks said naturally.

Oh, I see. You mean to see if other powers should send envoys, since I have connections with everyone, and things will inevitably come back to me in the end.
But as for saying it in a roundabout way?
Thinking of this, Ron nodded and said:
"I understand. I will finalize the selection as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)