I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 32 Where is the Princess? (Please read it on Tuesday)

The young man firmly believed that the Holy Light was indeed the way to salvation.

Because the two people he saved had already ascended to heaven.

One became a famous saint, the other a valiant paladin.

But he really didn't expect that under such circumstances, someone would come to him and discuss with him the salvation of the Holy Light and how to be a good person and do good deeds.

This made Ron very happy.

When he was shaken by the dark side of the royal capital, the one who comforted him was actually a cultist.

The prejudice in people's hearts is indeed a huge mountain.

What happened to the cultists?
Can't cultists change for the better?!

Although Mr. Snake fell into endless darkness and accidentally believed in the evil god, it now seems that he still retains a pure place in his heart.

Still have an instinctive pursuit to be a good person!
"It seems that my cultivation of Holy Light is still not good enough."

The boy felt guilty, but he also secretly made up his mind.

Don't worry, Mr. Snake, I will definitely make you better!
Never give up, never abandon! —The holy light element echoed in Ron's heart, silently cheering him up.

"Mr. Snake, how can we obtain salvation?" The young man smiled innocently and asked a most basic question.

Ron's impatient expression made Snake nod continuously.

He is indeed a promising talent that he has chosen.

Generally speaking, normal people would be very wary of cult members like him.

Even if you are in a desperate situation with no way out, you will hesitate before becoming a bad person and giving up your bottom line.

But the guy in front of him didn't even hesitate, and was actually eager to be redeemed by the mistress.

How unpleasant this life is.
Snake secretly made up his mind that he must train this guy into something useful!
"Shouldn't you introduce yourself before redemption?" Mr. Cultist looked at Ron, and there was a hint of kindness in his hoarse voice.

This made the blond boy even more excited, thinking that Mr. Snake recognized his way of Holy Light.

So, as if he had met a close friend, he patted his chest and introduced himself:
"I am a full-fledged wizard, Mr. Snake. You can just call me Gandalf!"

Doing good deeds without leaving a name is Ron's creed in life.

It’s actually a magician, what a treasure!
Snake's grey eyes lit up slightly, and his face showed a hint of excitement.

He simply couldn't imagine what kind of reward he would get by dragging this born bad boy before his mistress.

Perhaps the Chosen One of Mercy who will be born here soon as predicted by the cult will be him!

Thinking of this, Snake took a deep breath, barely suppressed the heat in his heart, looked at Ron and said:

"Very well, Gandalf, I have a share in redemption, and you must have one too!"

The cultist excitedly made a promise, then picked up the heavy Glorious Bible and walked to the iron bars of the cell, knocking on them with a moderately loud sound.

Ron stood there while the blond head nodded to the rhythm of the tapping.

Three long sounds and two short sounds repeating in a cycle, this seems to be a secret code.

Sure enough, when Snake repeated the knock for the seventh time, footsteps suddenly came from deep inside the dark, damp, and moldy cell.

"This is what you wanted. In return for running an errand, it's not too much for me to take one person with me, right?"

As he spoke, a skinny arm had already handed the heavy Glorious Bible over the railing.

At the same time, with the help of the dim firelight, Ron could clearly see the person outside the railing.

He was a middle-aged man wearing a white priest's robe with gold patterns.

A priest of the Vatican?
Why does he seem to be familiar with the cultist Mr. Snake?
And it seems that secret transactions are still going on that are invisible to the public.

This made the young man confused, and he vaguely smelled an unusual scent.

However, the next second, the clever man suddenly realized it.

Ron got it!
Mr. Snake must be an undercover agent, and the information is hidden in the Glorious Bible.

No wonder Mr. Sinek said that the way to salvation is in this book!

Yes, only an undercover agent would dare to meet in prison. The middle-aged man took the Glorious Bible, weighed it in his hand, and nodded with satisfaction.

"It's up to you. Although everyone here is ours, I advise you not to be too conspicuous."

"Otherwise, you know the consequences!"

Bah, pretense!

Snake cursed in his heart and watched the priest go away.

The Order's mission is complete, and now it's time to return.

However, when he turned his head, he saw the blond boy looking at him eagerly.

"Mr. Snake, please let me join you!" Ron's face was full of seriousness, and he seemed a little impatient.

So proactive?

The cultists were shocked beyond words and expressed their incomprehension.

I felt inexplicably frustrated in some way.

That is a cult organization known for its bloodiness and cruelty.

Even the most vicious murderer becomes as innocent as a child in front of the Order of Pain.

He remembered that when he was desperate and about to be executed, he thought about the invitation of the cult for a full 30 seconds.

Don’t underestimate these 30 seconds. In the cult’s “ranking list”, this is a good result that is enough to dominate the top 50.

Because of this, he was particularly favored by the "Mistress of Mercy".

And now, there is someone who is even braver than him.

He looked at Ron, and Ron looked at him.
Finally, the two looked at each other and smiled, and suddenly understood what the other meant.

it is more than words.

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Hidden in the canyon, within the Order of Pain's stronghold.

Several teams of guardians of the "Mistress of Mercy" patrolled the surroundings and set up warning eyes to be vigilant against enemies that might attack at any time.

And in a cave carved out deep in the canyon, a brutal interrogation was taking place.

"Tell me the truth, where is King Cayden III's eldest daughter?!"

Snapped!
The palm of the hand, like a palm-leaf fan, slapped the woman's face, causing her cheeks to swell up, purple-red bruises to appear, and she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I am!"

Faced with the interrogation of the cultists, the woman gritted her teeth and still refused to reveal the whereabouts of the princess.

very good!

Hearing this answer, the man in the iron-blooded military uniform with a scar on his forehead sliding down to his lip showed a cruel grin.

He grabbed the portrait carefully drawn by the court painter, took a look at the beautiful girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, who seemed to have walked out of a mythological epic, and raised his hand to slap her again.

Snapped! ! !
The woman's head tilted to the left due to the huge force, and her loose teeth spurted out of her body along with blood. Her ordinary face covered with freckles was so miserable that it was unbearable to look at.

"You deserve it too!?"

Throat of Pain Aleka's cold tone revealed a hint of fatigue.

He had been a cultist for so many years and had studied countless ways of torturing people, but this was the first time he had encountered such a stubborn guy.

I played from day to night, my hands were numb, and the answer I got was always...

That is me.

Want to suffer for your master?

How can it be that easy! ?
If he had not been worried about killing this guy and thus cutting off the clues to Cayden III's eldest daughter, he would have wanted to use all kinds of cruel torture to teach this stubborn guy a lesson.

Now, the leader of the Pain Cult stronghold is very distressed and urgently needs a talent in a specific field to pry open the maid's mouth.

(End of this chapter)