I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 37: A Good Person (Please Read)

Three fifty in the morning, at the stronghold of the Order of Pain.

"Oh, kind mistress, you are the embodiment of the world's suffering, carrying the endless sorrow and struggle of all living beings~~~~"

Who is singing!?

Sid Flores suddenly widened his bloodshot eyes, abruptly stood up and regained his consciousness.

The singing was sometimes high and sometimes low and totally out of tune, like glass scratching across a blackboard, making people want to huddle together and shiver.

At this time, Ron, who had already finished washing up, explained with a serious face:

"It's Aleka of the Throat of Pain!"

"I heard other cultists mention it yesterday."

"He sings praises to the Lady of Mercy every day at 3:50 sharp, more punctual than a clockwork alarm clock."

Hearing this, Xi De suddenly remembered that the rules here required people to gather at the corresponding location and report in at 4 o'clock every day.

If you are late, your fingers will be cut off the first time, your hands will be chopped off the second time, and you will be executed the third time.

The silver-haired young man looked bitter and quickly got up from the bed.

On such a bad morning, it really makes people feel miserable.

No wonder some cult members often commit suicide.

The logistics director wiped his face and immediately looked at Ron, who was in high spirits.
"Why are you okay?"

Hearing this, Ron showed his small white teeth, raised his thumb, and said proudly:
"Because I didn't sleep all night!"

The so-called undercover,
You must have a strong heart.
Can endure the pointing and criticizing eyes,
At the same time, you must also have good self-regulation skills.

Ron believed that he had achieved perfection in these three aspects.

In order to fulfill Mr. Snake's dream and to uphold justice and dispel evil, the boy has used all his strength and dared not slack off in the slightest.

Fortunately, he was one step closer to his goal.

Last night, Investigator Ron and the Minister of Logistics had come up with a perfect plan.

That is to pass the news of the secret base to the outside world and let Olivia lead the team to wipe out this group of cultists.

By then, he and West Germany would be in cahoots with each other, and they would work together to defeat the enemy and rescue the imprisoned maid.

However, this perfect plan encountered an extremely serious setback.

That is, how should intelligence be transmitted from a closed base?
"..."

Investigator Ron and Minister Sid stared at each other in silence for a long moment.

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Four o'clock in the morning.

The gathering room for new members of the Order of Pain.

After parting with Sid, Ron was in high spirits. He walked quickly to the table where rust and blood were mixed together and sat down straight.

Compared to other listless new cultists, he seemed to fit in well with the environment here.
In the dark and damp classroom where only firelight is shining, the whole person has an energetic and sunny spirit.

This made Aleka, the leader of the stronghold who was observing secretly, quite satisfied.

As expected of a born bad guy, he didn't even feel any pain in the singing.

"Very good, you are the best among the new recruits this time."

The cult leader came to Ron and patted him on the shoulder, not sparing his praise.

Ron nodded calmly when he heard this.

But I couldn't help but feel a little nervous inside.

He didn't expect that on the first day of the new employee training, the cult leader would come in person!
This made Ron doubt himself and wonder if his hidden identity had been exposed.

At this moment, footsteps were heard quickly in the corridor.

The boy looked up at the door and saw a new cultist who was sweating and panting.

As soon as the poor guy entered the door, he saw Aleka's scarred face from his forehead to the corner of his mouth.

He froze in place for a moment, his body shaking like a sieve, unable to move at all.

"S-sorry, A-Lord Aleka, I, I'm late..."

"According to the rules, if you're late once, your finger will be cut off."

Aleka spoke indifferently, as if discussing a trivial matter. He didn't give the newcomer any chance to explain. A flash of white blade appeared.

He suddenly threw the bloody severed finger into the trash can.

What an evil guy!

Fortunately, I didn't sleep all night...

Seeing this scene, Ron secretly felt relieved.

But before he could completely breathe a sigh of relief, the young man heard the cult leader say coldly:

"You are the worst group of new recruits I have ever taught."

"I've had enough of these childish pranks, late arrivals, and early departures!"

"You will all lose ten points on tomorrow's assessment!"

Under Aleka's lecture, all the new cult members lowered their heads, and no one dared to refute even a word.

Seeing this scene, the cult leader was even more disappointed, and said with regret:
"A bunch of good-for-nothings, good-for-nothings who can't even do the right thing!"

"Your dirty tricks are even worse than Gandalf who just came today."

What are you talking about?

How am I dirty?

Ron was stunned when he heard this, and felt that his character had been seriously slandered.

Just talk, why are you swearing?

He wanted to defend himself, but when he thought of his current identity, he swallowed his words back.

However, even though this honest boy is so low-key, he is still very eye-catching among this group of new cult members.

Aleka, who was wearing a blood-red military uniform, once again set her sights on Ron.
"Gandalf, you teach these newcomers what pain is."

"Take Snake for example. He is your guide. How should you treat him now to comply with the great will of the Mistress?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cruel smile appeared on the ferocious face of the "Throat of Pain".

Frankly speaking, there is no affection between cult members.

Backstabbing and framing each other are common.

Aleka asked Ron because she wanted him to set an evil example for this group of newcomers.

At the same time, he was secretly looking forward to what kind of despicable and shameless methods a guy born in this way could come up with.

What to do with Mr. Snake?
Hearing this, the blond boy was slightly stunned, and his heart was in great conflict.

He vaguely remembered how Mr. Snake took out the Glorious Bible in prison, and a warm feeling ran through his heart.

At this moment, Ron couldn't help but worry about Mr. Cultist.

I was afraid that a careless answer would cause great trouble to this sincerely repentant gentleman.

Don't say bad things about him!
The boy pursed his lips and made up his mind.

"Mr. Snake is a good man. I don't think anyone has a kinder heart than him..."

What are you talking about, Snake is a good guy?

Ron's statement left Aleka stunned.

But soon, the cult leader realized that something was wrong.

He glanced at the stunned new cult members,
He knew that if these words were to get out, the reputation that Snake had painstakingly built over the years would completely collapse.

What a cruel thought!
Faced with a guide who had done him a favor, he chose to act without hesitation!
Aleka thought that after years of being immersed in the path of pain, she was old enough to be born.
But I didn’t expect to meet a master today.

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"He's the good guy, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, he does look like a good guy."

"I think his name was Black Hand Snake, but now he's become Good Man Snake."

"You know what, from another angle he looks quite friendly."

Who are you calling a good person?
In the cafeteria of the base, Snake's face was as gloomy as water, and he didn't understand what went wrong.

Ever since he finished his patrol mission in the morning, no matter where he went, people would point fingers at him and call him a good person behind his back.

Damn it, what the hell is going on!?
Oh my god, I'm stuck and can't sleep all night.
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(End of this chapter)