As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Chapter 138 The clown is actually me? (Additional updates for monthly tickets)

Old Father Abraham was enjoying the pleasure of a cat playing with a mouse.

There was no way, he had really suppressed it for too long.

Obviously he knows a lot of things, he is obviously controlling everything secretly, and everyone is just a pitiful pawn in his hands. How great a sense of accomplishment is this?

Whenever he thought of everything he had secretly planned, Abraham trembled with excitement.

He wanted to share this excitement and joy with others... He couldn't let others know about his deeds. He always felt that this joy was imperfect and missing something.

However, before the moment of final victory came, no matter how much he longed for it deep down in his heart, he could only suppress it and endure it with all his strength. Every day of patience made this impulse stronger.

And now, the moment has finally arrived.

He could finally announce to everyone what he had done in secret, and finally enjoy the shock, fear, and even despair of others' eyes.

Scream, wail, wail, despair.

Abraham stretched out his arms, hoping to hear the most beautiful music.

But the imaginary cheers did not ring out.

puff!

He heard a laugh that was a mixture of disdain and mockery.

This voice instantly made Abraham's face darken, and his rare good mood was completely destroyed in an instant.

With hazy eyes, he glanced in the direction of Ron. The voice came from Ron's mouth. Among all the disobedient, he was the biggest and most disgusting one.

He clearly received a gift from fate and had the ability to spy on fate, but he was not grateful at all for the gift of fate. On the contrary, he was always against fate.

This guy is the most hateful.

"Why are you laughing?" Abraham's brows knitted together.

Ron took a deep breath and managed to control his laughter: "I'm sorry, although I have received professional training and usually don't laugh, but I just couldn't help it this time."

"You said, we are clowns..."

"What about yourself?"

Abraham raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you think you are the one manipulating everything secretly, but who can guarantee that you are actually just a clown being manipulated? The difference is that we know what we are doing and why we are doing it, and you are more It’s so sad that you don’t even know why you do these things!”

The expression on Abraham's face became more and more strange. He couldn't even understand what Ron said at all, and he didn't understand what Ron wanted to express.

"Who are you?" Ron chuckled and asked again.

Abraham puffed up his chest vigorously: "I am Patrick Andre, I am a sage, I am the guardian of destiny..."

Ron interrupted Abraham rudely: "You are a piece of shit..."

The promotional speech was forcibly interrupted, and Abraham's face flushed instantly. He glared at Ron. This guy was really rude.

Therefore, the moment he entered the Church of the Dawn Goddess, he hated this guy very much.

Not far away, Gerald, Lidya and others' expressions changed obviously.

Partridge?

"Do you think you are Partridge?" Completely ignoring Abraham's angry eyes, the disdain on Ron's face became more intense: "Then do you know why Partridge changed his surname from Abraham to Andre?"

Ron asked this completely casually.

It would be best if we could get the answer from Abraham, but it doesn't matter if we don't get it.

But what Ron didn't expect was that the expression on Abraham's face was suddenly stunned. He only knew that his name recorded in the history book was Patrick Andre. Abraham was just his original surname, and he was also pseudonym.

He accepted this as a matter of course and did not raise any doubts about the situation.

It wasn't until Ron asked this question that Abraham was suddenly stunned. Yes, why? What happened that made him change his name from Partridge Abraham to Partridge Andre?

Why is there such a small difference? Why is there no memory at all in his heart?

He suddenly discovered that in his mind, those ancient memories were like a thick history book. The book recorded what happened on a certain day in a certain year, month and day, what he had done, but why these things happened. Things, why I would do this, but I have no idea at all.

His throat moved subconsciously, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. His brain was buzzing, and he felt a spine-tingling fear.

What made Abraham feel the most chilling was that in the past hundred years, he had never had the slightest doubt about this situation... It was as if there was some kind of force restricting him from thinking this way... No, that's not the case. , in fact, he should have had doubts about this weird memory. When Ron asked this question, he felt a very strong sense of familiarity. Obviously, this question should have been in his mind more than once. appeared.

However, for some unknown reason, he did not think too deeply about this issue, causing him to subconsciously avoid it.

It was precisely because Abraham had doubts in this regard that Ron's words were more likely to irritate him.

Suspicion, without getting an answer, cannot be completely eradicated, buried and avoided. It can only turn the suspicion into a suppressed spring. When the suppression force disappears, it will bounce to unprecedented heights... Ron's Questions happen to push the pressure away.

Just like now, Abraham's consciousness was instantly confused. All kinds of thoughts kept growing in his mind. He wanted to know the answers to many questions.

He wants to know why he hates nuns so much?

Why are there so many people similar to him in Larnaca City?

Why do I hate Archibald so much?

Seeing Abraham's appearance, the expression on Ron's face became more and more weird. Although his body suffered a strong impact, coupled with the overdraft caused by Hercules' protection, it was impossible to recover in a short time, but Ron En still struggled to stand up from the ground.

He gasped for breath, and then looked at Abraham again: "How much do you know about the ancient writing invented by Partridge?"

"How many do you know of the twenty-six letters of Chinese Pinyin?"

Abraham's eyes widened subconsciously, and he had some inexplicable fear: "Chinese Pinyin? What is that?" The smile on Ron's face became more and more mocking: "What, you don't even know this? When Partridge came from A Chibold has obtained ancient characters and Chinese Pinyin, two characters that have never appeared in the Twilight Continent... Even I know Chinese Pinyin, but you claim to be Partridge, but you don't even know it?"

"Don't you know that all the notes left by Partridge were written in Chinese Pinyin?"

Everyone around was completely confused.

One after another extremely secretive information came out of Ron's mouth, constantly challenging the limits of their endurance.

Not to mention other people, even Virgil, who already knew some of the situation, felt creepy.

Abraham, the kind-hearted and most senior priest of the Morol Cathedral, is actually the mastermind behind all disasters? Father Abraham is actually a saint who died thousands of years ago? He is even prepared to destroy the entire Larnaca, just to follow the path of destiny?

And now, Ron has directly exposed that the real inventor of the ancient writing invented by the sage Partridge is the blasphemer Archibald?

He even invented two sets of texts?

Crazy, the world has gone completely crazy.

There is too much information for people to accept.

Charlene was probably the only one in the entire scene, who was heartless.

To be honest, Charlene really has no interest at all in what happened thousands of years ago.

Abraham's originally proud and excited face gradually turned pale, and his cheerful posture could no longer be maintained. His eyes were flashing and his lips were trembling: "No, this... this is impossible, you are talking nonsense, I... "

"nonsense?"

Ron suddenly sneered and interrupted Abraham's voice: "Don't you wonder why there are so many old men similar to you in Larnaca alone?"

"Did you kill Earl John? Did you also kill the old man in the potion shop? Did you also kill the five old men in the hotel?"

Abraham's eyes suddenly shrank, and his throat became a little dry.

"I think you should already have a very reasonable explanation in your heart. Let me guess... For example, those old men are not actually human beings, or in other words, they are not complete human beings. You just use your own Soul or consciousness, a created clone?”

"When you kill and absorb these clones, your strength will become stronger and your body will become younger, right?"

Abraham's body began to tremble, and it was obvious that what Ron said hit the point.

"Then how do you know if the other old men have the same idea? Perhaps, in their hearts, you are the clone?"

"Of course, it's possible... I mean it's possible, that all of you are clones... No, not even clones, you are just puppets made by a certain existence that are so lifelike that they are almost indistinguishable from real people? "

"Don't you understand yet... you think you are Partridge, but you are not even a human being. You are just a puppet played by Partridge in the palm of his hand."

"Shut up!" Abraham was suddenly furious. He was like a crazy lion, roaring savagely and manically: "You can't even try to lie to me... I am Partridge, but because it has been too long, there are some things I've forgotten..."

Ron laughed again: "Okay, I'll just pretend that you just forgot... But don't you find it strange? You are a sage. In the past, even the Dragon King had to treat you with courtesy, but now, You absorbed sixty or seventy clones, how much strength have you restored?"

"The clone of Larnaca should have been absorbed by you a long time ago. Do you have the strength to restore the saint? Your current strength is just a joke."

He took out a plastic-sealed diary from the storage ring and threw it to Abraham: "This is Partridge's diary. Can you tell me what is written in it?"

Partridge subconsciously took the diary and looked at the twisted words on it, his pupils trembling violently.

"All the memories you have, all the knowledge you have, and everything you want to do, do not come from your heart. They are all just programs set for you by Partridge."

"You are the most pathetic clown."

clown?

I'm the clown myself?

Haha...hahaha...

Abraham suddenly laughed like a lunatic. He crossed his hands vigorously and tore Partridge's notes into pieces.

He tried very hard to regain his self-confidence, but it was not easy to pick up the collapsed faith.

He wanted to pretend that nothing happened, but his twisted face had already clearly shown the fear in his heart. He opened his legs and walked towards Ron:

"call……"

"He is really a cunning and insidious guy. I was almost deceived by you... I am Partridge, yes, I am the sage, and I am the being who protects destiny."

"I can't be fooled by your few words. It's better to kill you first..."

The aura on Abraham's body continued to expand with every step he took. Although Ron described Father Abraham as very unbearable, in any case, this was an existence that was not inferior to the Young God Tree.

It was so difficult to defeat the Young God Tree just now. Now everyone is seriously injured, and the magic power lost in the body has not had time to recover.

A seriously injured Ron could never be his opponent.

Some people, struggling to stand up, wanted to help.

But Ron and Virgil were the only ones whose expressions remained indifferent, as if they didn't take Father Abraham seriously at all.

A glass bottle appeared quietly in Ron's hand.

Lost soul!

　Here comes the fourth chapter, there will be another chapter later

　　

　

(End of this chapter)