Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint.

Chapter 254 Pascal's Good Friday (Seeking monthly votes at the end of the month!)

the next day.

Under the invisible pressure from his sister Emilia, Pascal kept his word and quickly sent the remaining payment.

Similarly, Celia readily handed over the two relic tokens to Pascal.

These two tokens are completely different from the tokens given after clearing the maze.

The tokens were very antique, like old objects, with a castle painted in the middle.

These two tokens, like warm jade, subtly exuded magical fluctuations, making them even more extraordinary. In the middle part, besides the ancient castle, there were also two characters, "Twelve," with a spire with a point of light on top as the background of the two characters.

If it were anyone else, Pascal would definitely doubt the authenticity of the voucher and insist on inspecting the goods before paying the remaining amount—whether he could get the money then would depend entirely on the seller's ability.

But now the seller is a prospective saint of the Holy See.

The other party's direct and undisguised behavior made Pascal unsure of her true motives.

"Perhaps... the task assigned by the Holy Court ends at the twelfth floor?"

Pascal is more inclined to believe this guess.

"In short, if Celia dares to lie to me, I'll expose her when we get back!"

With the relic certificate in hand, Pascal returned to the Royal Mercenary Group's camp and immediately summoned the mercenary who was supposed to accompany him into the relic.

That was a 'mercenary' from the Royal Guard, who possessed the strength to ascend to the fourth tier. Within the Royal Mercenary Group, he was a mage whose strength was second only to Emilia and Pascal.

Of course, Pascal's rank is only second-tier, but as a member of the royal family, he was still able to be admitted to the Holy Magic Academy. His magical potential and financial resources are naturally incomparable to those of the guards.

"Yemili, are you confident you can help me conquer this ruin?"

Pascal earnestly questioned the fully armed Yemili in front of him.

Yemili was wearing heavy armor, holding a heavy greatsword in one hand and a heavy shield in the other.

His puppet is the same style as his, even with heavier armor.

"Yes!" he shouted.

Pascal suppressed his doubts about Celia's condition, patted Yemili on the shoulder, and said approvingly, "Very good, let's go. This time, we'll act quietly and then amaze everyone!"

The two quickly arrived at the entrance of the ruins, and with their credentials, entered the ruins.

Before them lay the top of a staircase leading to the top, with a downward staircase faintly visible in the mist behind them.

There was another window nearby. Pascal walked over and looked out, overlooking the entire castle under the gray sky.

"What a huge castle! This castle is bigger than any castle in Ishtar!"

Yemili released the puppet, warily surveying his surroundings, awaiting Pascal's command.

After Pascal finished his exclamation, he summoned his own puppet.

He said, “Yemili, I’ve been very busy lately and haven’t had much time to explore this ruin. There are many things I don’t understand. You can take charge. Just tell me what to do, and I’ll carry it out.”

Yemili nodded: "Yes, Your Highness Pascal."

Although he agreed, Yemili did not actually do so.

They're being polite to you. If you take advantage of their kindness, you'll be humiliated when you get back.

After checking their belongings, Pascal nodded at Yemili's request and they entered the twelfth floor with Yemili's puppet in front, Yemili behind, and Pascal and the puppet in the middle.

As they entered the floor area, a thick fog suddenly appeared, enveloping the two. Yemili's voice came: "Your Highness, be careful. We have probably officially entered a trap. We can clear the level by breaking through all the traps on the entire floor."

"Yes, keep an eye on your surroundings."

After the fog obscured their vision, it slowly dissipated, and Pascal found himself in a large hall with a large door behind him, which was tightly closed and could not be opened.

A chilly wind blew in, giving the two of them goosebumps.

Pascal looked around warily, and suddenly he saw a box in the corner of the room.

He said, “Yemili, there’s a box over there. Use your puppet to go and take a look.”

"Okay, Your Highness."

Yemili manipulated the puppet to go over and open the box. An explosion was heard, but fortunately, the puppet was tough and had prepared for the explosion, so it did not cause any damage.

“It’s a trap, Your Highness, but there’s a mid-level magic crystal behind it,” Yemili said excitedly.

Pascal smiled. "Not bad, a good start."

He looked down on intermediate-level magic crystals, but their appearance meant they were making progress in conquering the ruins.

Everything is getting better and better.

This is indeed a beginning.

After that, unexpected traps appeared everywhere on the floor, turning the initially composed two into a nightmare.

For example, the puppet walks by without reacting, but when a person passes by, the vase next to it suddenly explodes.

For example, dust suddenly falls from the ceiling, and this dust instantly transforms into sharp blades that rush towards them.

Yemili, who had already suffered in the ruins for some time, was used to all sorts of traps.

But for Pascal, who hadn't explored the ruins much, these unexpected traps were a death sentence.

He only felt a moment of peace after being able to use the third-tier spell scrolls as if they were free.

And so, after suffering for an unknown amount of time, they obtained the key to open the final treasure chest. After more suffering, they opened the final treasure chest and obtained the final token inside, a token that could control the entire ruins.

Touching the token, Pascal felt the entire ruins appear in his mind.

He couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Great! Great! Great! These 1200 gold coins are well spent, absolutely worth it!"

Yemili sent his congratulations: "Congratulations, Your Highness, on successfully conquering the extremely difficult ruins and engraving your name on them. Princess Emilia will surely look at you with new respect now."

Pascal swelled with arrogance: "Emilia? Hmph, I will make all my brothers and sisters kneel at my feet and submit to me!"

A mist appeared before them, and the two left the ruins with joy.

In a dark corner of the ruins, Jonathan looked at Pascal and Yemili projected on the screen and smiled slightly: "If it's just simple suffering, how can it be considered entertaining our two 'distinguished guests'? These are 'distinguished guests' personally selected by Lord Ross, so they should taste the deepest pain."

There were two projections. One showed Pascal and Yemili lying on the ground, grinning foolishly. The other showed Pascal and Yemili leaving the ruins and appearing outside, radiant, clutching the 'credential that allows control of the ruins,' like kings returning in triumph. They first gave the order, then returned to the Royal Mercenary Corps camp with smiles on their faces.

Jonathan rubbed his bald head and chuckled, "You think I'd let you have your fun in your dreams?"

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