I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 122 Disruption in Progress

Father, father?

No, this is fake!
What kind of magic is this? It can disguise itself so similarly that even I can't tell the difference.
The princess's stubborn green eyes widened slightly, and she looked at "His Majesty" on the carriage seat in disbelief.

The royal family has no shortage of loyal wizards, although due to their golden bloodline, royal family members of all generations can only pick up swords and become knights.

However, Catherine, who had been well-informed since childhood, had never seen such magic.

"This isn't an illusion. It doesn't feel illusory. Is this a unique magic he developed on his own?"

'Is he a genius!?'

Miss Wang opened her mouth subconsciously, then realized that this was not decent enough and would damage the mature and stable image she created.

So he restrained his expression and nodded silently, indicating that this method was feasible.

"You dare to stop the king? The Knights Templar don't even know who their leader is today?"

Catherine stuck her head out of the car window again and shouted coldly.

She deliberately pulled the curtain that blocked her view, revealing His Majesty the King beside her.

Blocking the middle of the road, the tall knight's face froze, and his heart skipped a beat.
It's just like a primary school student who was caught talking bad about his teacher behind his back.

He leaned his sword on the ground with both hands and performed a standard knight's etiquette.

"Your Majesty, please forgive my mistakes."

Weren't you quite arrogant just now?

"Well, don't let anyone in except me."

Ron nodded slightly, forgiving his reckless subordinate on behalf of the already disappointed King.

Soon, more than a dozen carriages successfully passed the checkpoint and plunged into the tall and thick city wall.

Cyrus VII was not involved in the fall of Cayden III, or it seems that he was not involved at all.

Prince Lyle Hainlet's supporter is one of the three white cardinals, Gabe Coster, known as the Right Hand of Holy Light.

Adhering to the basic principle of king versus king and general versus general, Olivia and Ron split up, and she went to the Vatican to confront the Pope.

Ron led a large force into Fort Hainlet to stabilize the situation, found the body of Cayden III, and gave some support to the princess.

No matter what the Vatican is planning, we just have to stop it at the first possible moment!
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Amidst the dark clouds, the dome plated with solar gold shone with warm and gentle sunlight, illuminating the dark hall and revealing two elongated and deformed shadows.

"No, no, still not!"

"My father is dead, so why can't I inherit the temple?"

"Even with Catherine here, this shouldn't happen. At least I can gain some control!"

One of the figures suddenly knocked over the candlestick, letting the candle roll down, and crushed it with his foot.

Lyle Hainlet.

This prince, who has the greatest hope of inheriting the throne, looks to be in his twenties.

He has an upright figure, thin lips, slightly defiant eyebrows and eyes, and the royal family's signature blond hair and blue eyes.

But at this moment, the prince's facial muscles were twisted, unable to accept the fact that he had not received a response from the "Temple".

The "Temple" is too important for the descendants of Hainlet who have golden blood in their bodies.

This is not only a symbol of royal power, but also means great strength, as well as the pardon and promotion of members of the Knights Templar.

At this moment, another voice was heard in the hall.

"Your Highness, even if you cannot inherit the temple, the Holy See will not break the contract. Those who practice the Holy Light place the highest value on integrity."

"The most urgent thing is to inherit the throne and become the next king."

The owner of the voice was dressed in a white robe, with elegant and perfect manners. He looked very young, with golden hair and pupils, but anyone who knew him would not underestimate his appearance.
The title of "God's Right Hand" and the identity of a white cardinal are enough to make him respected by everyone.

Gabe Coster glanced at the prince casually, then took out an antique mirror covered with intricate patterns from his arms and began to admire his handsome face.

When he saw the perfect face in the mirror, he couldn't help but reveal an intoxicating smile that could charm thousands of girls.

In this world, no one is more perfect than me!

He wiped his palm across the mirror, and asked with a tone of anticipation, a hint of satisfaction, and a bit of narcissism: "Mirror, mirror, tell me, who is the kindest person in this castle?"

The image in the ancient silver mirror suddenly spread out like waves, turning into chaos, as if it was collecting information in some special way.

This stupid mirror, why waste time just showing me directly?
Thinking of this, the cardinal in white confidently shook his golden bangs, smiled gently, and waited for his elegant and perfect figure to appear in the mirror.

The chaos gradually dissipated, and a picture appeared in the mirror.

He was a young man, who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, with an unshakable passion between his eyebrows.
He was surrounded by holy light, showing a mouthful of small white teeth, and giving a thumbs up to the front.

Seeing this answer that was different from the past, Gabe Coaster's handsome smile froze on his face.

"Armstrong, don't you want to go to Pink Romance next week?"

The young cardinal in white was in disbelief. His golden eyes widened slightly as he questioned the magic mirror in his hand.

This this.
There are people in the world who are kinder than him! ?

How can it be?

The young cardinal's worldview collapsed, and he suddenly had the idea of ​​killing the kindest person and then replacing him as the kindest person.

At this moment, the picture in the magic mirror flashed, and a line of text appeared.

"Oh, my glorious and flawless master, you are the ultimate miracle walking on earth, the embodiment of eternity and perfection, the most outstanding white cardinal of the Holy See, Lord Gabe Coster, the Right Hand of God."

A long string of adjectives covered the mirror, then gradually faded away to reveal the true message.

"Didn't you recognize him? He's the one who performed miracles outside the city three days ago!"

"He came here at Catherine Hainlet's request to stop Lyle Hainlet from becoming king."

"Cyrus VII has already proposed a title for him. I think it's called the Holy Pillar!"

"Honestly, your title of God's Right Hand and Holy Pillar is quite fitting."

?

You better be talking about the title!

"It turned out to be him."

I beat the person blessed by God?

The young cardinal in white was "horrified". He didn't expect that the reinforcements called by the princess would be so powerful.

That night three days ago, the holy light illuminated the entire province of Bravik, and everyone knew about it.

The Holy See was particularly concerned about this and spent countless manpower and resources to finally find an interview resume that had been thrown into a corner despite numerous obstacles.

[Ron Griffith, virgin, 16, first-level mage.]

And now, the other party’s resume has to add the four words “God’s family”.

In Coster's imagination, even if the person who came was the terrifying woman Olivia, he would maintain a perfect posture and fight with the other party to the end.

But if it was the "Holy Pillar", he would have to think carefully.
Let's not talk about whether we can defeat the opponent's terror or not.
Just because the "Holy Pillar" of the God of Light was broken, he, the "Right Hand of God", could not escape responsibility.

No, we must outsmart them!
He must defeat the opponent with his flawless appearance and kind and pure virtues!
At this time, the prince on the side gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind.

"Mr. Coster."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the young cardinal in white:

"You called me Coster too?"

"Call me Mr. Coaster, the radiant and flawless, the ultimate miracle walking on earth, the eternal and perfect coexistence."

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Lyle Hainlet was silent for a while, but then he realized that whether he could become king depended on the help of this white cardinal.

Then his face twitched, he gritted his teeth like he was constipated, and said in a deep voice:
"Glorious and flawless, the ultimate miracle walking on earth, Mr. Coaster, who coexists with eternity and perfection,"

He took a breath and continued:

"Please summon the ministers who support me, announce the king's death, and begin the coronation ceremony."

(End of this chapter)