I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 44: Respecting the Elderly and Loving the Young (Please Read More)
One Snake died, but thousands of Snakes stood up.

Ron Griffith, a second-level official mage and a third-level investigator of the Stardust Society, is about to inherit Mr. Snake's last wish!

Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, I will never stop.

What about the fourth-level Pain Cultist?

The golden sunlight splashed on the young man, echoing with the holy light echoing around him.

The deep blue eyes were so calm at this moment without a ripple, as if he didn't take the powerful enemy in front of him seriously at all.

The standard long sword flashed a cold light in the air, pointing directly at Aleka, as if saying...

"Come here!"

Madness!

Feeling provoked, Aleka gave a sinister smile, and the scar from his forehead to his lips looked like a winding centipede.

"Boy, I must capture you alive and let you feel the true meaning of pain!"

Aleka stepped on the ground with his right foot, neither fast nor slow, as if he was admiring the final struggle of the person in front of him.

What a poignant and beautiful picture this is, and Ron's appearance and temperament add a lot of brilliance to the moment.

The final struggle of a desperate person is interesting to think about.

In order to encircle Ron, Aleka brought another ten second-level pain cultists to block all retreat routes.

In this situation, he really couldn't figure out how to lose!
Just as the Throat of Pain was pacing confidently, trying to put psychological pressure on Ron, the blond boy's wrist holding the long sword suddenly moved.

Strands of holy light wrapped around the long sword, and the metal muzzle suddenly aimed at Aleka's forehead in the golden light.

Ron didn't hesitate and pulled the trigger.

"Holy Sword Technique!"

boom!
boom!
boom!
Three large-caliber bullets made of holy light instantly approached Aleka's forehead.

clang!
However, the next moment, a cyclone seemed to be swirling around the Throat of Pain.

The foul-smelling, bright red airflow quickly formed a circle, and a circular shield composed of painful and hideous human faces suddenly appeared, blocking the three large-caliber bullets composed of holy light in front of the forehead.

The golden glow was completely swallowed up by the bright red magic power, without any light left, just like the last rays of the sun.

"If this is all you can do, you'd better surrender. You'll suffer less and I'll have more fun with you during the interrogation."

Aleka didn't take Ron's sneak attack seriously. This level of attack was like a child swinging his fist at an adult.

As expected... although guns are fast, they are still too weak against the fourth-level strongmen. They master many secret techniques, and their bodies are strengthened with each advancement. They are not afraid of bullets at all.

Besides, the "mastery" level of holy swordsmanship doesn't seem to be of much use...

Ron's heart sank slightly; this was what worried him the most.

"Holy Sword Technique" was his only means of attack, but now it failed to penetrate the enemy's armor.

It seemed he had to adjust his plans.

As a serious wizard, Ron also has his own unique spell school.

Based on the actual situation, the young man named this school "Respect the Elderly and Love the Young".

Looking at Aleka who was getting closer and closer to him, Ron suddenly showed his little white teeth.

Within ten meters!

"Apparition!"

A strange light blue light suddenly burst out from the blond boy's right palm, rushing straight towards the 'Throat of Pain'.

Change for me!

Although Aleka had never seen this kind of magic, she felt a little frightened for some reason.
The expression on his face was stunned for a moment, and he instinctively put up a blood-red shield.

However, this strange light blue light was neither an attack nor a curse, but rather a magical "blessing" that added a temporary state.

The next moment, Aleka, who was originally a strong and tall man, was instantly twisted into a skinny old man with six on his left hand and seven on his right hand, and urine leaking from his crotch. Seeing this, Ron turned around and ran away.

Aleka instinctively chased after him, but then...
He sprained his waist and fell to the ground with a thud.

This made the blond boy who saw this scene sigh that the bad guys have grown old, and no one dared to help even the old man from another world.

What kind of magic is this!?

Is it in the realm of time?

The cult leader was shocked. He looked at his hands that were shaking wildly and uncontrollably, and felt the steady flow of water from his lower body.
I can't imagine that I, who was so wise and brave, would become like this in my old age.

No, this is not me!
He reacted instantly, carefully feeling the condition inside his body, and found that it was just a shell.

However, the temporary state of this shell is perfectly nested in his body.

This is the correct way to use the illusion technique to make the fake look real!

There is no useless magic, only useless wizards. Ron deeply agrees with this statement.

After turning Mr. Knight into a little Lolita a few days ago, the blond boy had a vague idea of ​​creating a "respect the elderly and love the young" school.

However, this school of thought has not yet been tested in actual combat, and it is bound to have many flaws.

For example, although the magic effect of "Illusion" can restrict the third-level Knight, it may not be able to restrict the fourth-level Aleka.

"Stop him!"

Just as Ron's thoughts flashed through his mind, he heard Aleka behind him let out an old roar.

He glanced at the cult leader and found that he had stood up on his own without anyone's help.

As expected of a fourth-level strongman!
"Holy Sword Technique!"

Ron raised his gun again while running, and pulled the trigger again before the other cultists got close.

boom!
boom!
boom!
Three bullets condensed from holy light instantly arrived in front of Aleka's forehead, but there was no scene of the head shattering and brain flying.

Because the blood-red shield composed of painful human faces once again blocked the impact of the holy light bullets.

But this time, the afterglow of the holy light was not completely swallowed up, but penetrated part of the shield and flashed Aleka's eyes.

It turned out to be just a weakening, probably only at the third level.

Ron understood, but then he saw Aleka staring at him with a fierce look.

He wrapped the meteor hammer around his wrist and dragged it, six in one hand, seven in the other, his crotch leaking urine, and he quickly came towards his direction with the unique pace of a Parkinson's patient.

Even though Mr. Aleka is suffering from age-related diseases, he still refuses to admit his age!

Old people, be strong!

This deeply moved Ron, who inexplicably thought of Mr. Mark and decided to help poor Mr. Aleka and cure his age-related illness.
For example, urinary incontinence.

"Holy Light Healing Technique!"

It happened in a flash, and an eternal golden light suddenly emerged from the hands of the blond boy.

As soon as the light appeared, Aleka saw this holy light coming straight towards him.

His face changed drastically and he wanted to put up a shield to defend himself, but this ray of holy light did not have any malicious intent. Instead, it could be considered a blessing magic.

It easily penetrated the shield and landed on his crotch.

Another blessing magic!!!

Wow.
As soon as Aleka had the thought, she felt her urinary tract became much more unobstructed.

Can be immediately.
"Hmmmm!"

【Mistress of Mercy glanced at you.】

(End of this chapter)