I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 87 Witch, Boy, Insult
You used the "Holy Sword Technique" to kill sixteen "Alchemical Creatures (Vanguard)", and gained 320 proficiency points.

[Holy Sword Art (Master 892/3000) Notes.]

Another three hundred plus proficiency points were added.
Seeing the prompt on the panel, Ron was delighted and wanted to send a dozen more werewolves to reunite the family.

As his proficiency improved, he could clearly feel his physical strength reaching a new level.

Compared with the third-level knights who are famous for frontal combat, they are not much inferior.

Even a head-on fight with a fourth-level opponent is possible!
Ron felt emotional, and felt that he was getting closer and closer to the path of the white-robed wizard. A hint of joy unconsciously emerged on his little face.

In this dangerous world where you can encounter cultists by turning right when you leave the house, and you can be attacked by werewolves when you go to the tavern, improving your strength is undoubtedly a good thing.

At the very least, he'd still enjoy it the next time Olivia spanked him, wouldn't he? He'd have to endure it longer, right?

"Come down, it's safe here."

Ron made a move towards the second floor of the tavern, but before he could sheath his sword, he suddenly saw the roof of the tavern shatter.

"Yes, Mr. Gandalf, it is indeed safe down there, but it is different up there."

"As expected of that Olivia woman's confidant, he managed to take out seventeen werewolves in just a few minutes. But it's a pity that his brain isn't very good."

A familiar sound came from the dust, and a coin engraved with wings rolled to the floor.

This sudden scene made Ron feel bad. Before he could remind Amber and Mr. Harden on the second floor,
The coin with angel wings on it rolled to the ground and suddenly a stream of blood came out.
The dried black and red bloodstains emitted a foul odor, which instantly attracted Mr. Harden's attention.

It is these sinful gold coins that are stained with the blood and tears of countless winter people.

It felt it; it was the blood of its compatriots. Resentment, hatred, and sadness filled its heart, tempting it to move closer, wanting to completely destroy this money-filled thing.

The next moment, the dirty soldier suddenly disappeared, and his resolute face suddenly appeared on the back of the gold coin, like a relief.

Charles walked gracefully, bent down to pick up the gold coin and put it in his pocket, then grabbed the frightened girl's neck.

"Don't move, or I'll kill her."

He looked down at Ron, his eyes full of caution and alertness.

Seventeen werewolf vanguards that were comparable to the third and fourth levels could be killed at will, which made him feel that Ron's combat power was difficult to measure.

Even as a fourth-level warrior, it would take some effort to deal with these monsters with super healing abilities.

After the negotiations ended a few days ago, Charles investigated Ron and found that this guy was unremarkable. He was even an unemployed vagrant who couldn't find a job before joining the Stardust Club.

So when Charles unexpectedly met him here, he didn't take it seriously, believing that the consortium's werewolf vanguard could easily solve everything.

As a result, he was locked up and beaten.

"Um, boss, help."

Amber, whose neck was being strangled, tried to call for help. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. She felt that she was extremely unlucky to meet Ron.

Seeing the girl's miserable appearance, the blond boy could only stop and say, "Kidnapping a minor is all you can do."

He felt extremely disgusted by this despicable behavior, and found the smile on Charles's lips even more glaring.

This guy, his words are so irritating
Hearing this, Charles's forehead twitched, and he thought of Ron's ability to play dumb, and curled his lips and said:

"Tsk, Gandalf, how can I be more mean than you?"

The blond boy remained unmoved, just staring at Charles with his blue eyes.

Seeing this, the consortium representative changed the subject and tried to negotiate with Ron, "I don't think there's any hatred between us two, it's just a conflict of interest."

"How about this, I let this girl go, and you let me take this 'cognitive pollution' away?"

"You're investigating anomalies anyway. I'll take it away, so you can just submit a report with no anomalies. That would be better for everyone."

Hearing this, Ron shook his head calmly, "Mr. Harden is a very good person. I can't let you take him away."

"Also, some of the information he provided about Wintershire is very valuable. I think you are covering up the evidence."

"You can remain silent, but you cannot escape punishment."

Charles' heart sank, and he tightened his grip on Amber's neck. "Is it really impossible for us to both compromise?"

"No."

Because it’s already within ten meters!

Ron added to his unfinished words in his mind, and suddenly raised his left palm, which was emitting a strange blue light.

Charles's eyes blurred, and he immediately heard Ron, who was on the first floor of the tavern, sneer, "Do you think our president would let me go alone on such an important mission?"

The representative of the consortium paused, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a strand of black hair from the corner of his eye. His heart was pounding and he was almost scared to death. He reflexively let go of the black-haired woman's neck.

Oh no, I’ve been fooled!

The moment he let go, Charles immediately realized that something was wrong and remembered the strange magic that Ron had just used to deal with the werewolf vanguard.

This was so unexpected that Charles originally thought that Ron was using the power of some kind of 'cursed object'.

But after close contact, he realized that this was actually a transformation!

What kind of Transfiguration would turn out like this!?

He tried to overcome his mental block and re-grab the hostage's neck, but it was too late. "Holy Sword Technique!"

boom--

boom--

boom--

Ron's eyes were sharp as he pulled the trigger repeatedly. In order to avoid hurting Amber, he controlled the magic power and holy light elements to condense and compress them into a point, sacrificing the damage of the subsequent explosion and indirectly increasing the penetration ability.

The eternal light transformed into three small-caliber bullets and instantly arrived in front of Charles' left palm.

Damn!

The three golden bullets pierced Charles' eyes, bringing tears to his eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and decided to fight on.

Only by capturing hostages can they strangle Ron's lifeline and force him to surrender, waiting for other support from the consortium to arrive and recover the cursed objects named by the top leaders.

Although this guy's magic is a bit strange and too strong, his rank is only the second rank.
What power can a few bullets made of holy light have? Let alone holy light, I am not afraid even of real bullets.

The advantage is mine!

In a flash of thought, Charles instantly analyzed the advantages of the enemy and himself. The magic amulet on his neck lit up, forming a thick magic shield on his body surface.

The three bullets collided in succession, emitting a dazzling white light.

The next second—

"what!!!"

A painful scream suddenly resounded through the night sky. Charles felt a sharp pain in his crotch, as if someone had stuffed a cactus ball into his vagina.

What kind of magic is this!?

His face was filled with pain and the corners of his mouth twitched. He subconsciously pulled back his hand to cover his crotch where the pain was coming from.

However, after pulling his right arm back, Charles felt a sharp pain in his wrist and discovered that his right palm had disappeared, as if it had been completely melted by the scorching holy light.

His eyes widened and he was extremely shocked. Even with the protection of the magic amulet blessed by the Church, he was unable to completely block the damage of the flash bullet.

Where did this guy come from?

Charles, with tears in his eyes, looked around, but found that the blond boy had disappeared. He subconsciously looked up and saw Ron slashing down from the air with a sword.

Holy swordsmanship!
Damn!

Charles endured the negative state coming from his body and struggled to draw out his sword and hold it in front of him.

crunch--

The sound of the iron sword changing shape was deafening. The fourth-level warrior only felt a huge force coming from the sword, just like being hit by a steam train running at full speed.
His body retreated uncontrollably, leaving deep holes in the wooden floor.

At this moment, he seemed to see a detailed description of the successive presidents of the Stardust Club in the consortium's internal documents.

He is gifted and can hold his own against high-level enemies at a low level.

Without any hesitation, when Ron's sword was about to strike, Charles threw out the blood-stained gold coin that trapped Mr. Harden.

He timed it perfectly and dropped the coin right on the edge of the sword.

As long as this is done, this scary guy will restrain his strength to avoid damaging the coin, thus buying himself time to escape.

However, just as Charles turned around, he heard six gunshots.

No, how could I die here?

I can’t beat him, and I can’t run away from him. How can there be such a disgusting guy in the world!
This thought flashed through his mind, and then his consciousness fell into darkness.

Ron retracted his sword and looked at the consortium representative who was shot six times in the back, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

Why would a good person choose to commit suicide instead of just going on?
He picked up the blood-stained coin, looked at it carefully, and finally put it in his pocket and made plans after finding the president.

But at this moment, a pleasant voice with a feminine charm suddenly came from behind him.

"Your Transfiguration can actually turn people into Olivia, that's amazing."

"Can you teach me?"

Under the moonlight, in the roofless tavern, a figure with a face obscured by mist, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, a white dress, and white lace gloves, was poking Amber's face with interest.

The corner of Ron's mouth twitched, and countless alpaca horses galloped through his mind.

Can't you just pee all in one go at this late hour?

I'm not going through levels to fight a boss!
The blond boy was about to turn around and swing his sword when he suddenly felt that he could not move his body.

Immediately, he felt a sudden coolness in his ears, as if someone was blowing gently.

After a long time, Ron felt someone hugging him and heard a pleasant female voice behind him saying:
"You killed my servant, little one, how do you think I should punish you?"

"You are so beautiful, why don't you close your eyes and let me play with you, or I can let you lick mine~"

(End of this chapter)