I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 276 Saint Ellen: This is so awesome! (Two chapters combined)

"In fact, the prison where Verex is located is most likely a trap set for you, otherwise my men wouldn't have been able to find out this information so easily."

The mechanical doll in the room shook its pointed ears beneath its long golden hair.

To the entire federation, a few individuals are truly insignificant.

Serandis had planned to infiltrate slowly with the help of outsiders, eventually finding an opportunity to take down Lilvis in one fell swoop.
The time spent on this process could even be several decades, or nearly a century.

But life is mostly unsatisfactory.

The unexpected incident disrupted all her plans.

"It's discouraging to say this, but the chances of catching Lilvis aren't very high."

She offered her advice earnestly.

The implication is that it's best not to get involved.

At this moment, the oppressive atmosphere inside the apartment was eerily quiet.

As a relative of Verex, Vivian clearly did not agree with the Elf Queen's views.

Due to his status and power, he had relatively little say, and his face turned pale.

But the thought of his brother in prison, enduring all sorts of torture, was unbearable.
Vivian mustered her courage and looked at Ron with a pitiful expression.

"Lord Ron"

She knew that among the Oran delegation, only Ron held the most authoritative voice.

But will he save his brother?

Vivian was filled with anxiety and could only pray silently.

Seeing the other person's utterly helpless state, Ron immediately felt a strong sense of responsibility.
He was afraid that the girl might do something rash and try to marry her brother to him again.

Then he patted his chest heavily and said:
"Don't worry, I'll save Verex!"

-

Inside a double room.

"Am I... is this really okay for us?"

The nun blinked her bright red eyes, looking at the woman in front of her with a embarrassed expression.

"What's wrong?"

"Speaking of which, don't you also like that little guy? In a way, we're practically family."

"And among family members, why distinguish between 'you' and 'me'?"

Her voice was exceptionally charming and alluring, like melodious music, captivating and mesmerizing.

"me"

St. Irene, dressed in a nun's robe, was speechless for a moment, fidgeting with her fingers as if she were in a dilemma.

The virtuous nun was morally blackmailed and forced to obey the orders of the powerful.

And yet, for the sake of the prestige of the Papacy, she found herself in a difficult dilemma, making a tough choice!
Elena's deep blue-purple eyes were full of allure as she sat down on the edge of the bed and pinched the nun's chin.

"No, you can't choose anything else!"

You have to wash my underwear!

Saint Elena was shocked, her eyes widening in disbelief that Elena could say such a thing.

It's important to know that the two sides were enemies before this.

As the former pope's number one lackey, she actually had to wash the enemy's underwear.

What an insult!
Sweat beaded on the nun's forehead; she bit her lip, her face stubborn.

This humiliation made her want to rebel.
However, considering the disparity in strength between the two sides, they had no choice but to swallow their pride and abandon this idea.

The holy nun clenched her fists tightly, not relaxing them even as a sharp pain shot through her palms.

The act of humiliating a witch's faith and using brutal methods to destroy her sacred soul.
It displayed unparalleled resistance.

She, Saint Eleanor, a dignified white-robed archbishop, would never be someone who serves as a dog for others!
Imagining this, Saint Eleanor couldn't help but gasp for breath, picked up Elena's underwear, and headed to the bathroom.

"I'm sorry, God!"

"I'm sorry, Your Holiness!"

This is what great love is like.

When Ron arrived, this was roughly the scene he saw.

As one of the people involved, his young heart was deeply shaken.

The president and I fought tooth and nail on the front lines against assassins and the Federal Speaker's schemes.
And yet you two are doing such despicable things behind the scenes.

Is this reasonable?!
Does this seem right?
Why didn't you call me to wash it?!
The nun's bloodshot eyes were glazed over for a few seconds before she saw Ron.

Her heart skipped a beat at first, then she tentatively asked:

"Your Holiness, are you here to collude with the witch?"

You're such a bastard, you're just going along with it!

Ron's lips twitched, and he said in a serious tone to Elena, whose cheeks were flushed with excitement:
“Ms. Elena, this is like building muscle at the gym, it’s not very effective.”

His Holiness the Pope is very angry, and the consequences will be severe.

Because he was holding the line and maintaining the fragile relationship between the five women, while Elena was launching an unparalleled backstabbing from behind.

Is this something a decent person would do?
Ron wanted to step forward and question her, but the witch had already read his mind and said with a smile:

"Little one, you've come at the right time. Would you like to have dinner together?"

As she spoke, the voluptuous witch slightly lifted her long skirt, revealing a bare area.

In an instant, Ron's temper flared up.

What do you take me for?!

He immediately took two steps forward and slapped hard at the source of his temptation.

Snapped!
"Ah~"

Elena, her dress half-undone, collapsed to the ground, smiling as she looked at Ron, as if asking:
What should you do next?

Should we tear the clothes, lift the skirt, or both?
First of all, Ron must state that he is not a womanizer.

Faced with such temptation, he genuinely felt that Verex should kowtow to him.

"Ms. Elena, we're in trouble."

Ron spoke frankly, and then gave a general overview of the current situation. Elena's eyes flickered as she looked Ron up and down.

It's only been a little over a day, and you're already being remembered so much!
She pursed her lips, composed herself, and said:
"So, you plan to split your forces into two groups."

"Let Olivia and I go to the City of All Nations and find an opportunity to deal with that Federal Speaker."

"And you and Ellen went to rescue that vampire?"

Having said that, the witch looked at Ron suspiciously with her deep blue, almost purple eyes. After a long while, she pulled the nun into her arms and chuckled:
"With your abilities, it seems like Eileen can't be of much help, can she?"

"Why don't we have her come with me and Olivia? The three of us together, I guarantee we can beat that speaker to his knees and beg for mercy!"

I'd like to go with all three of us!

Why don't you just fill in "me"?
Ron glanced at the nun who was still slumped on the ground and could feel the surge of holy light within her, which was no less than his own current rank.

They have reached the limits of human capability, but are not entirely inhuman; they are a formidable fighting force.

Realizing this, Ron collected his thoughts, his expression turned serious, and he said earnestly:

"Ms. Elena, you need to pay attention to your personal hygiene. It's easy for the smells to mix when there are three of you together!"

-

The operation to save Verex has begun.

Watching Olivia and Elena disappear into the distance, Ron only hoped they would cause enough chaos.

It would be best to keep that federal speaker so preoccupied that he has no time to deal with this.

Vivian, along with the captured chefs from the Dark Cuisine world, was sent by Ron to the ship at the port.

In Gear City, a gentle breeze swept by, stirring up newspapers that had been sold at some unknown time.

Ron subconsciously glanced at the information above and saw many reports about the Oran Continent.

As a topic that has been gaining popularity over the past few months, even though Verex has returned to the Federation, it shows no signs of cooling down.

Tsk, what do you mean by the natural deficiency of religion? The Pope's excessive power could very well lead to sexual harassment of nuns.

Furthermore, what do you mean by saying that the Pope is very likely to line his own pocket and keep countless mistresses outside the palace?
Upon seeing these false reports, Ron angrily pointed them out to the nun beside him. "Ellie, look, is there something wrong with my sexual orientation?"

"These newspapers actually said I like men!"

This is slander!

This is an insult to one's dignity!

This is deep-rooted discrimination and prejudice!

"Your Holiness, instead of wondering whether you are from Nantong, we should think about how we should get there."

The nun standing nearby was clearly uninterested in these things; she pointed to the map given to her by the Elf Queen.

"Wind Tower Prison is more than two days away from us, and it's hidden deep in the mountains. There's only one heavily guarded road that we can get in."

"MLGBD's defenses are not only heavily fortified, but they even have artillery. If you go in head-on, you'll definitely get riddled with holes."

His constant cursing and swearing successfully pulled Ron back to reality.

However, he already had a foolproof plan for this situation.

Ron looked at St. Ellen, who was smoking, frowned, and knocked the cigarette out of her mouth.

"Don't worry about that. Just draw the fire while I go to rescue people."

"Wait a minute, are you even a man? You're making me draw fire?!"

The nun turned her head in disbelief.

She had expected Ron to come up with some brilliant idea, but instead he asked her to draw the fire.

The thought of being surrounded by the Radiant Federation's army, trapped in a hopeless and isolated situation, sent a shiver down Saint Eileen's spine.

He seemed to sense his clothes being torn apart by artillery shells, his strength gradually being worn down by the increasingly powerful offensive, and finally collapsing to the ground, where he was bound by the enemy, captured, and tortured in the camp.

This!
Saint Eileen unconsciously squeezed her legs together, and her breathing gradually became heavy.

As a nun who takes pride in hard work and perseverance,

This is all she should do!

The nun wiped away her drool, her eyes sparkling.

She was about to agree to Ron's request, but then something occurred to her, and she immediately became indignant.

"Ron, we've known each other for a long time, haven't we?"

"Although there were some misunderstandings before, I'm your subordinate now. Ask yourself honestly, am I that kind of person?!"

"Are you some kind of masochistic, creepy person? What were you thinking, making me take a bullet for you?"

Is not it?

The young pope's gaze was deep and unfathomable, as if he had seen through everything.

Ron Griffiths's main principle is to make the most of resources.

Seeing that Ron remained silent and only stared at her, Saint Eileen patted her bulging chest and said loudly:
"This is a dangerous mission, I'm thinking I'll need treatment afterwards..."

"Your Holy Light Healing spell..."

?

Hearing this, Ron's lips twitched, a hint of helplessness in his heart, and he could only nod and say:
"Fine……"

The Vatican's perversions were clearly more extensive than he had imagined.

The nun seemed impatient upon hearing this. She took a deep breath to calm herself and said in a serious tone:

"Well, since you've agreed, is it okay to start treatment earlier?"

"Anyway, there's still a day's journey ahead!"

-

A hundred kilometers away from Wind Tower Prison, Ron lightly applied the brakes, bringing the summoned heavy truck to a stop behind a flat forest.

This is the outermost edge of the warning zone marked on the map.

If we advance another three kilometers, the detection crystal will capture our image, thus exposing us.

Ron glanced at the golden and red twin moons hanging high in the sky and thought to himself:

After two days and two nights, the guild leader and the others should have arrived at the so-called Capital of All Nations by now...

Hopefully, the chaos they create will be big enough so that they can take advantage of the situation.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Ron's communicator on his waist vibrated.

He opened it and saw that it was a message from Olivia saying that he could move.

So fast!
That violent woman isn't going to smash up the entire city, is she?!
Just as Ron was secretly surprised, the nun jumped out full of energy.

"I'm ready. When do we begin?"

Upon hearing this, Ron's face darkened again.

This one is even more of a heavyweight.

Due to her innate personality flaws, the nun was not only irritable and prone to swearing, but also found it difficult to obtain psychological and physical satisfaction.

During his journey, Ron cast a high-level Holy Light Healing spell for two days and two nights, which consumed nearly half of his magic power.

If it were an ordinary person, they probably would have died from the pain long ago to see their great-grandmother.

But Saint Eileen was full of energy.
At first, it was just humming softly at the back of the carriage.
But in the end, she had almost lost her mind, rubbing against Ron in a complete mess.
They even gently bit and scratched with their teeth and hands. Although the damage was not great, they eventually made Ron's clothes unwearable.

Yes, wearing wet clothes is bad for your health.

Hmph, woman, you underestimate my perseverance.

The thought of his own composure made Ron unconsciously straighten his chest.

He is proud of himself!
-

Outside the guard post of Fengta Prison.

A strong wind, carrying dark clouds, approached. The sentry on duty, seeing the weather change so quickly, cursed inwardly.

Damn it, this awful weather, couldn't it have waited until someone was on duty to change it?
Just then, the werewolf sentinel, who had been grumbling to himself, suddenly narrowed his eyes, sniffed, and saw a slender figure appear on the road in the distance.

The figure, with white hair and bloodshot eyes, was tall and slender, strolling leisurely towards the sentry post under the searchlight.

"who!"

"Military restricted area, no entry!"

bump--

With a shout, the sentry immediately fired a warning shot.

However, the slender figure seemed oblivious to the noise and continued to leisurely walk towards the checkpoint.

Without hesitation, the sentry raised his gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang bang bang——

After a series of gunshots, the enemy vanished without a trace, disappearing like a ghost under the searchlight.

They're gone? Or am I seeing things?
Just as a series of thoughts flashed through the sentry's mind, he suddenly heard a woman's voice behind him.

"You must be a werewolf, right?"

"You were very alert to shoot as soon as you saw me. It seems you knew someone was coming?"

When did it get onto my back?!

The werewolf sentinel tensed up, startled by the sudden voice.

Without hesitation, his gray-furred body suddenly swelled up, and he instinctively swung his sharp claws to grab behind him.

Five flashes of cold light swept through, and the brick-and-stone outpost was sliced ​​into several pieces with a single grab, but the boisterous female voice remained completely unaffected.
He spoke again in the werewolf sentinel's ear:

"She's pretty fierce, so I'll sleep a little longer!"

boom--

Saint Eileen delivered a karate chop to the werewolf's neck.

With a thud, the werewolf's eyes rolled back and it lay limply on the ground.

She glanced around and snorted coldly:

"Stop hiding, I can smell you from far away!"

(End of this chapter)