I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 38: Doing Good Things (Please Read)
"Mr. Snake is a very good man."

Ron had heard similar words countless times during today's special training for new recruits.

Almost everyone is talking about it.

Although everyone was very tired, they were still moved by the young man's spirit of gratitude and spontaneously defended Mr. Snake's good reputation.

Frankly speaking, Ron was genuinely happy for the cultist who wanted to redeem himself.

I believe he must think so too!
Shaking his golden head, Ron suppressed the excitement of having done a good deed and gradually shifted his attention to another issue.

Today is the end of the month, and according to the rules of the Order of Pain, the monthly exam will be held tomorrow.

At that time, all newcomers will be judged according to their performance, and the last ten will suffer horrific torture.

He used a knife to remove his flesh and blood bit by bit, wailed miserably and died in despair, becoming the motivation for everyone to study.

Just thinking about it gave Ron a chill.

He felt that he had to do something before the exam and couldn't just sit there and wait for death!
Glancing at the logistics director who was struggling with some metal parts under the kerosene lamp, Ron asked in a low voice with a strange look on his face:

"Mr. Sid, do you remember why you came here?"

Sid Flores and Ron did not train together because they had different strengths.

The silver-haired young man's cold face showed no emotion as he nodded perfunctorily:
"I know, I know. They hired me to invent."

It’s the princess!

Aren't you here to save the princess?!

The blond boy held his forehead, feeling inexplicably tired.

At this moment, Sid was like a knight going to rescue the princess from the dragon, but as soon as he arrived at his destination, his attention was attracted by the rocking car in front of the dragon's castle.

From then on, he forgot about the princess and lived a happy life with his rocking car.

It seems Mr. Sid doesn't have to worry about his grades anymore, but it's different for me...

Even if Ron used his butt to guess, he could guess that the exams of the Order of Pain must be exercises that teach people how to do bad things.

This makes it difficult for Ron, who only knows how to do good things.

Looking at the moonlight outside the window, the boy's face was full of sorrow.

Of course, he was not worried about his own grades, but about the lights in the room being out.

The Order of Pain, lights out at 10 o'clock sharp. Even kerosene lamps will run out of fuel by this time.

In the silent environment, even through the wall, Ron could feel that the new cultists in other dormitories were secretly reviewing their lessons under their covers.

They need to gain the upper hand in tomorrow's exam, and tonight is the time for the final sprint.

However, this method of improving performance at the expense of the body made the kind-hearted Ron very worried about the health of the newcomers.

"Mr. Sid, reading in the dark will cause irreversible damage to your eyes, right?"

Hearing this, Sid was stunned, wondering what Ron was up to.

He nodded hesitantly, thinking that what the boy said made sense.

When Ron saw this, his face suddenly lit up with joy.

"Mr. Sid, let's go out and do some good things!"

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The quiet night is a great time to study hard. While other dormitories are resting, Ron is still working hard in Room 102 next door.

At this stage of being a new cultist, sleeping is impossible.

Because in order to enter the transcendental realm and receive the unique gift of the "Mother of Compassion" within the cult, one must graduate with a satisfactory score. This is also an important reason why the rules of the Pain Cult are so strict, yet so many people still flock to it.

A wizard needs talent and money, the Academy of Enlightenment needs a lot of funds, and the orthodox Holy See and the knightly orders belonging to the kingdom require introductions from acquaintances.

In contrast, the Cult of Pain and other cults only need to keep working hard, working hard, and working hard again!
Complete fairness and justice.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.
Just as the three cultists in Room 102 were staring with bloodshot eyes and doing questions in the flickering moonlight, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The three burly and ferocious-looking men looked at each other and silently raised their vigilance in their hearts.

New cult members are afraid of cult violence!
"Do you want to open the door?" someone asked hesitantly in the silence.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.
But before his companion could answer, someone knocked on the door again.

Damn it! How despicable of you to disturb our studies in this way!

The three of them looked at each other, and tacitly picked up the axe, crowbar, and iron saw placed beside the bed, ready to teach the troublemaker outside a lesson.

bump--

The wooden dormitory door was yanked open, and three fierce gazes swept out.

I saw a not very tall boy under the moonlight. His blond hair looked like golden threads and his handsome little face looked harmless.

It turned out to be this ruthless person!
The three strong men who were afraid of the cult's violence almost stopped breathing. Some of them even felt their legs become weak and their faces turned extremely pale.

"You, don't come over here!" They shouted and retreated hurriedly into the dormitory, even forgetting to close the door.

"Hey, don't be afraid, I'm not a good person. No, I'm not a bad person!"

Seeing this, Ron stepped forward and quickly waved his hand to explain.

But the more he explained, the paler the faces of the three strong men who were afraid of the cult's violence became. In the end, they huddled together in the innermost part of the dormitory.

As for you guys?
Ron's mouth twitched, and he didn't continue to explain. Instead, he said in a warm tone:
"Don't be afraid, I'm here to do good things for you!"

As he spoke, the three strong men saw the young man take out half of a candle with an uneven surface and a turbid white color from his pocket.

"Reviewing in the dark is bad for your eyes, so I brought this for you."

Ron threw the pale candle onto the table, without any intention of stopping, and said goodbye with a smile:
"You must take care of yourself, pay attention to eye health, and most importantly, drink plenty of water~"

"Studying is study, but don't hurt your body. I won't chat with you anymore. I have to give the candles to other dormitories."

boom--

The dormitory door was slammed shut, leaving only a solemn silence.

After a while, someone suddenly asked:
"Should we use it?"

Candles are undoubtedly the most sought-after item on the night before exams.

This not only greatly improves learning efficiency, but also keeps your eyes in good condition so as not to affect the exam the next day.

"Are you stupid? There must be something wrong with this candle. Do you dare to believe that Gandalf is so kind?"

Some people have doubts about Ron's character.

"But, but that guy just said that everyone has a share of candles, what if other dormitories use them?"

A few minutes later, a flame lit up in Dormitory 102. The candle seemed to be specially made, and its brightness was many times brighter than the kerosene lamp.

However, the flames did not leave any light in the eyes of the three new cultists.

Instead, the moment the candle was lit, their consciousness was pulled into endless darkness.

Faintly, they seemed to hear knocks on the doors of the dormitories next door and upstairs.

(End of this chapter)