I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 111 The solution to everything
"So, do you have any idea?"

"Our Pope?"

Fiona looked at the old man who was silent and had a very low sense of presence beside her with a teasing look, and the joking in her words could not be concealed.

As a wizard who pursues knowledge and dares to put gods on the research table, Fiona will not miss any opportunity to satirize the Pope.

The old man with white hair and beard seemed to have gotten used to it and ignored it and said in a deep voice:

"I'm sorry, I don't know what will happen in the future, because by then I will have already died and returned to the kingdom of God."

"We cultivate the Holy Light together, demonstrating justice and kindness. At least now I can guarantee that this was not done by the Holy Light."

"No one would do such a thing. Once it violates the way of Holy Light, it will be hated by Holy Light."

"Tsk, all you do is say empty words. Don't you have any compensation?" Fiona frowned and looked at Ron. "Do you understand the problem now?"

"You bunch of unfilial descendants have to let me, your ancestor, feed you personally. Really..."

Yes, yes, the ancestor is mighty, but this is not my fault. I am just a small third-level investigator. It is obviously the former president who is incompetent, okay?
Ron muttered to himself, then asked worriedly:

"Then, using Ster Wiggin as a medium, will it be effective to curse the 'cursed object' a thousand years from now?"

As soon as this question was asked, the atmosphere in the room became extremely silent.

After a while, Mr. Pope said rather unwillingly:

"I can sense that you are a truly pure and kind person, even recognized by the Holy Light Element."

"I can ask the Holy Light God to bless you and allow you to perform great miracles and wonders."

After saying that, he kept silent and stared at Fiona with burning eyes, as if to say.
In the end it’s still me!
"Humph!"

The arrogant senior turned his head away and did not look at Mr. Pope, who had different ideas from him.

Blessing?

No, does your Pope always speak so arrogantly?
If you ask the gods to bless you, will they bless you?
Hearing this, Ron was excited, but then his face suddenly fell.

He had not forgotten that the Holy Light Element wanted him to rebel.

But at this point, there is no other way. As long as we are careful, we won’t be discovered, right?

Thoughts raced through his mind, and Ron expressed his concerns:
"Mr. Pope, I have the aura of the Mistress of Mercy."

Unexpectedly, the old man who had always been very low-key shook his head and said:
"It's okay, as long as I guarantee you, there will be absolutely no problem."

"Moreover, your affinity with the Holy Light is very high, and you can bear the blessings of higher powers. However, your strength is too weak, so you can only perform a great miracle once."

Don’t say this kind of thing, don’t I have any face?

The blond boy complained in his heart and was about to ask how to obtain the blessing when he saw the old man in front of him take out a metal stamp from his pocket.

The word "Qualified" was engraved on the metal stamp, and before Ron could react, it was pressed on the back of his hand.

"You have been blessed." Mr. Pope said concisely.

!!!

Are you really the Pope? Why do you carry something like this?
Ron's face turned pale, and he inexplicably thought of some indecent scenes.

But at this moment, he suddenly saw a line of small words appear in front of him.

[You unlocked the title: Holy Light God's Chosen (wearable)]

[Title Effect 1: When you meditate in a bright environment, the Holy Light element will spontaneously convert magic power for you, tripling the efficiency and accumulation speed of your magic meditation.]

[Title Effect 2: Launch a powerful attack (1/1).]

[Note: That year, I also turned into light, isn't that right, Jushan Chaoliba?]

I'm really sleepy, someone come and bring me a pillow.

Ron has a clear understanding of his own magical ways.

In terms of combat, his self-created spell system can deal with most enemies, and his increased proficiency gives him combat power that is beyond his level.

Ron once estimated that under normal circumstances, his combat power could be at the fourth level. In reality, when the enemy was inflicted with a lot of negative status, he would appear to be very capable.

However, he has a fatal problem that most men have.

Doesn't last at all.

After one set of attacks, most of his magic power is used up, and if the enemy doesn't die, he will die.

This situation was not alleviated until the appearance of "Sword of Victory and Oath", but the serious mana consumption problem still existed.

But now, promotion to the third level is just around the corner! Ron, who had just been promoted to the second level less than half a month ago, suddenly had such an idea in his mind.

He could already feel that the holy light elements were eager to enter his body and merge into one with it.

"You're really spending a lot of money. Is it because you feel guilty?"

"In this case, I, as a senior, cannot fall behind."

Fiona, the "Stardust Crown," glanced at Mr. Pope and then pulled out a strand of St. Viking's hair.

In her palm, light blue magic power surged, each strand clearly like a thin thread. The magic thread quickly entangled with her hair, and finally emitted a burst of magical light, forming a complex symbol that Ron could not understand.

"Little Ron, take this! This hair is causally connected to Sid Wiggin and can help you locate him."

After saying that, without waiting for the blond boy to thank him, the arrogant senior took out a talisman engraved with a cat's paw pattern from his wrist.

"Carry it with you. This talisman can unleash my full-strength attack. Use it when you're in danger."

"You younger generations, each and every one of you really makes me worry."

The arrogant senior raised his chin, ignored Ron's thanks, and walked to the window to look at the scenery, creating an aura of loneliness of a master.

Seeing this scene, the yellow-haired brave Hainlet was dumbfounded.

Why are you all giving gifts suddenly?
Just as the doubtful thought flashed through his mind, he saw Ron looking at him eagerly.

The first king's breath hitched. As a crude knight, he didn't know how to make spells.

All the resources, money and equipment he had were given to the knight corps under his command, and were not brought with him on this secret operation.

It can be said that he was a real pauper at this time.

Damn it, I can’t let this ruin Hainlet’s limelight!

He thought so in his mind, and then a good idea suddenly came to him.

"Brother Ron, don't worry. I will definitely not treat you unfairly when I become king."

"I will make a will and write a secret letter, asking my descendants to give you 50,000 gold coins. You can claim them when you return!"

"Mr. Hainlet, it's fifty thousand golden lions!"

Ron's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, and he immediately corrected himself.

His deep blue eyes scanned the three heroes in the room, and the blond boy suddenly felt heavy in his heart.

He knew that the solution to the problem had been found and it was time to say goodbye.

“I really don’t want to let go.”

Ron murmured softly. He was a sentimental man and this was the scene he least wanted to face.

The distance in space can still be reached, but the distance in time is beyond reach.

The murmur echoed in the room, slightly moving Mr. Hainlet, Ms. Fiona, and Mr. Pope.

Although they had only been in contact with Ron for a day, this young man with extraordinary wisdom and courage had already won their recognition.

Mr. Pope sighed softly:
"After all, we are not from the same era. We are destined to be just passing strangers. We were already dead by your time, but isn't your ability to remember us a kind of reunion?"

Ms. Fiona still raised her chin proudly, "Little Ron, don't embarrass me when you go back."

"Also, supervise the work of the current Stardust Club president. He can't even handle such a simple matter, and yet he still makes me worry about it."

Hainlet smiled and said:
"We have our own stories, and you have your own path to follow. Carrying on the will of our predecessors is also the meaning of legend."

"Thank you!"

At this moment, Ron was extremely moved and felt his spirit was sublimated.

Although he was a little reluctant, he had to go back eventually.

Sid Wiggin, prepare to die!
The young man made up his mind, opened the door forcefully, and walked out without looking back.

The atmosphere in the hotel room was solemn, as if the three people in the room were immersed in the reluctance to part.

Three minutes passed.

The oak door creaked open as someone pushed it open from the outside, and a golden-haired head popped out from the gap.

"Um, does anyone know how I can get back?"

(End of this chapter)