I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 34 Crouching Dragon and Phoenix (Seeking Follow-up Reading)

The news that a ruthless man had arrived in the cult spread like wildfire and quickly spread throughout the stronghold.

Snake looked worried at this.

Because Ron's "excellence" was beyond his expectations,

Not only can he use despicable means to pry open the mouth that even Aleka cannot pry open,

Even within just one hour, Blackhand Snake's position in the cult was seriously shaken.

"Damn it! This is the tenth time I've heard people discussing whether Gandalf is the Chosen One in the prophecy!"

Jealousy changes people beyond recognition.

You clearly agreed to fail together, but then you are appreciated by your leader.

Is this good?
This is not good!
Snake regretted it so much that his intestines turned green. The strong jealousy made him extremely painful, and he realized the meaning of the word "torture".

"Gandalf, did you even anticipate the pain I'm in now?"

At this moment, Snake deeply realized how terrifying Ron was.

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Ron didn't know what the cultist was thinking.

At this time, the boy was holding a quilt, looking for the dormitory for new members in the Church of Pain.

Although he was quite tired after a whole day of bizarre experiences,
But at Ron's age, sleeping was out of the question.

Even if the cult's stronghold is as warm as home, we must not let our guard down.

However, I was able to sneak in so smoothly, thanks to Mr. Snake.
Ron was filled with respect when he thought of this gentleman who was determined to redeem himself.

Because he not only saved the boy from prison, but also helped him sneak into the tightly guarded cult stronghold, giving him the confidence to collect next month's salary.

As a kind person who knows how to repay kindness,

The boy increasingly felt that he couldn't stand by and watch Mr. Snake's dream of going undercover and redeeming his sins go unfulfilled.

At this moment, Ron felt a heaviness on his shoulders.

He shook his golden-haired head, throwing all the chaotic thoughts out of his mind.

The boy followed the sign and quickly came to the door of the new dormitory.

The strongholds of the Order of Pain are managed in a militarized manner.

The most basic rules are to turn off the lights at 10 pm, get up at 4 am, and have three meals a day only served at the corresponding times.

New recruits are subject to even more brutal training.

Including but not limited to executing each other and feeling pain with other newcomers.

Recite the entire text of millions of words of records related to the "Mother of Compassion".

During the six hours of rest, a dizzying number of esoteric exercise books must be completed.

In addition, the small test every week and the big test every month make all the newcomers miserable.

Because the last ten will be publicly executed by being nailed to the cross, with their flesh scraped off bit by bit with a knife in front of everyone.

The miserable cries of the poor students will become a source of motivation for the new students to study hard, thus achieving a positive cycle of continuous improvement.

This terrifying death learning mode made the boy, whose magic performance has never been very good, very worried.

I am afraid that because I am too kind, my grades will fall behind and I will eventually become a motivation for others to study.

Luckily, I'm an undercover agent. As long as I can wipe out the cult's stronghold before the exam, everything will be fine...

Ron secretly rejoiced in his heart, and felt more and more that this inhumane method must be eliminated as soon as possible.

The boy couldn't imagine what would happen if such an advanced concept were known to the capitalists outside.

With emotion in his heart, Ron pushed open the door of the dormitory in front of him.

The dormitory is not big and is simply decorated, with only simple wooden tables, chairs and beds. It is a small triple room.

The lights in the house came on, and it was obvious that there were other newcomers.

The young man looked in the direction of the dim light and was suddenly stunned.

Because he never expected that this person would appear here.

"Mr. Sid, why are you here!?" Oh no, is being undercover not considered normal work, so that woman Olivia sent him to capture me and bring me back to work normally?
Ron simply couldn't imagine how the lonely Mr. Snake would realize his dream if he was caught.

"Ron?"

"You also received a mission?"

The moment he saw the blond boy, Sid Flores's cold face showed obvious surprise.

Obviously, he didn't expect to run into a colleague from the Stardust Society at the cult's stronghold, and as if it were destined, the two of them coincidentally became colleagues again.

This may be the bond between men!

task?

The blond boy's face changed, and he glanced around from the corner of his eyes, realizing that the doorway was not the place to talk.

He nodded seriously to Sid, then walked around the freshman dormitory. After finding no one eavesdropping on their conversation, he returned to the dormitory and locked the door.

The main thing is a profession.

After checking everything, Ron came to the silver-haired young man and asked in a low voice:
"Mr. Sid, why don't I know what the mission is?"

Not being called upon for a mission caused the blond boy great psychological harm.

Is Ron Griffith a coward?
Hearing the boy's question, Sid's cold face suddenly became extremely gossipy. He pulled Ron to his side and whispered:

"The president didn't let us tell you. She specifically crossed your name off the undercover list."

"I remember her saying that."

"Cough cough."

As he spoke, Sid Flores coughed twice and imitated Olivia's tone.

"What's the point of taking the back door? Sid, don't let me imagine it!"

"Although there are very few investigators in the association who are not suitable for public exposure, I don't need one more, right?"

"I, I'm just worried that he'll get into bad habits if he gets too much contact with cult members."

Sid Flores's imitation was so lifelike that even Olivia's lingering fear was perfectly reproduced.

A bad learner?

The blond boy curled his lips in disdain when he heard this.

Ron Griffith has been adhering to the righteous path for many years, and his sense of justice and the path of holy light are unmatched.

How could he learn bad things?

If you don't believe me, go out and ask the cultists here. Who wouldn't run away in fear when they see him?

Thinking of this, Ron smiled confidently and patted his chest.

"Mr. Sid, you know my character. The president's worries are completely unnecessary."

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at the silver-haired young man and asked:

"How did you get in?"

"I heard that this base has been very strict in screening newcomers lately!"

Hearing this, Sid Flores's expression also looked a little confused.

“Maybe it’s luck.”

He hesitated for a moment, then continued:

"Many members of the guild have lost contact. Only one investigator has sent back incomplete information. It seems that to join this group, one must undergo a very terrifying assessment."

"I didn't do anything at the time. I just explained my expertise, and then I was pulled here."

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at Ron again as if asking a question.

The blond boy was also confused and said hesitantly:

"I'm not sure. They asked me to extract information from a poor man, but I didn't have the heart to do it."

"In the end, I was lucky enough to get the corresponding intelligence and barely got through."

As they spoke, the two looked at each other and nodded thoughtfully.

Maybe this is just luck.
(End of this chapter)