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

Chapter 283 He and the princess spent the whole night (4)

Bach really couldn't understand how terrifying the prophet was. Even a panic-level thief could understand it. How could smart people like Holt and Apu not notice it? Why would they still dream of fighting with him? Is the prophet against you?

Could it be that the mere hatred of seizing his wife is really so unacceptable?

Wasn't it just his wife...maybe his daughter was robbed? What's the big deal.

In life, if you have to care about such small things, wouldn't it be too painful?

Compared with Apu and Holt, Bach's mind is obviously more open-minded. After all, even his wife was snatched from other people's hands. Naturally, he can't see those people fussing over such trivial matters.

Speaking of which, when he first met the Prophet, he thought he was a demon coming out of hell, but now, the more he looked at him, the more friendly he felt.

Like a long lost brother.

Seeing the prophet's expression cold and his eyes drooping, as if he was thinking about something, as if he was deducing the secret of heaven, Bach's expression was even more solemn, his face tense, and even his breathing was forcibly controlled, for fear that he would accidentally make a noise. , disturbing the Lord Prophet’s process of deducing the secrets of heaven.

All in all, even if Ron didn't do anything, in Bach's eyes, he only felt that the prophet became more and more mysterious and unfathomable.

Poor fools Apu and Holt, they thought they had arranged a killing plot for Lord Prophet, but they didn't know that Lord Prophet was the real one who planned the plan. Their every move had already been noticed by Lord Prophet. Everything you do may be moving forward according to the route planned by the prophet.

It's terrible, such is the power of a prophet.

For a time, Ron's image in Bach's mind became more majestic than ever.

As if he knew everything and could do anything.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but Ron suddenly raised his eyelids: "Bach, there is something for you to do now. There is a certain degree of danger, but if you do it, the benefits you can get are countless."

"Please tell me, Lord Prophet, as long as it is arranged by Lord Prophet, even if I risk my life, I will definitely complete it for you." Under the extreme admiration, Bach almost did not hesitate at all, and immediately agreed with his chest patted.

"Very good, you are like this..."

Ron whispered in Bach's ear for a while, and saw Bach's eyes getting brighter and brighter, and he became more and more excited.

Good guy, you are truly a prophet, and only a prophet can think of such an insidious... No, such a wise plan. If he really heard these words, with Holt's character, he might really go berserk and kill himself.

But thinking of the reward promised to him by the Prophet, Bach felt that it was completely worth the gamble.

After carefully writing down every word Ron said and making sure nothing was missed, Bach turned around and left.

As for Ron, he naturally returned to the room. Today was also his and Agnes's bridal night, so why not have a good time?

As for arranging for Bach to tell Holt, there is no other use. He just wants to make Holt angry. After all, it is difficult for Ron to think of a good way to deal with it in a short period of time. Huo Erte's grandson is obsessed with killing himself, so it's not too much to make him a little angry, right?

……

Early in the morning.

Last night, Holt, who had carefully planned with Apu all night, had just fallen asleep.

There was no way, after all, they had to face Ron, who was known as the prophet. No matter how detailed the plan was, it always felt like it was full of loopholes. This kind of mental work is always very laborious, and even Holt feels very tired.

However, not long after he fell asleep, Hercules' voice rang in his ears, waking Holt from his sleep. At this critical moment, any information was very important, and Holt did not dare to have any information. careless.

At the moment, Holt could only drag his tired body, barely open his eyes that might close at any time, put on his clothes, and didn't even bother to wash up, so he met the spy this time. When he saw the spy , couldn't help but be slightly startled, it was the same Bach who brought important information last night.

A hint of murderous intent flashed in the sinister eyes, but this hint of coldness was quickly hidden by Holt. Now is the time to employ people. Although Bach is not very strong, he is really a good hand at spying on intelligence. .

Many spies may have trouble bringing back any important information throughout their lives, but this Bach had already appeared in front of him twice in a short period of time.

Forget it, just let him live for two more days.

This guy knows too many secrets about himself, especially those embarrassing scandals. Just because of this, it is absolutely impossible to let Bach live. When Ron is solved, he will be next. "Bach, what information did you bring this time?" Holt said slowly.

"Reporting to His Majesty the King, I know that His Majesty the King attaches great importance to Ron. Ron is also a bold and shameless person. Not only did he abduct the princess, he actually dared to set his sights on the eldest princess. As his Majesty's minister, he should be responsible for it. Take the initiative to share your Majesty’s worries.”

Hearing that Bach actually mentioned this scandal again, Holt's expression turned gloomy. This Bach seems to be loyal, but he really has no brains. Is this something you can bring up, except to offend yourself? Besides displeasure, what good can it do?

A flash of irritation flashed in his heart, but now was not the time to care about this. Holt spoke again in a gloomy voice: "Then what did you do?"

"Reporting to His Majesty the King, my subordinates found the hotel where Ron and Agnes lived and monitored them outside the hotel all night."

Bach replied immediately.

"Oh, yes, you are indeed very loyal. So what did you find? Did Ron do anything special?" Holt asked slowly.

"Then Ron didn't do anything. He just spent the whole night messing around with the princess."

After struggling all night?

As soon as these words entered his ears, Holt's face instantly turned the color of pig liver.

You bastard, you are not a human being.

He said that he wanted to reconcile with Agnes and then attend the wedding, but it turned out that this couple had already gotten together before that.

And the whole fucking night?

Don’t you know you’re tired?

This is called not doing anything. This is obviously doing everything. During the whole night, every part of Agnes's body was probably enjoyed by that bastard Ron, right?

Bastard, bastard, damn, damn, damn...

Holt had not had a good rest for a long time, and now he had stayed up all night. He was woken up by Bach as soon as he fell asleep. In addition, the Agnes matter was on Holt's mind. A stagnation, at this moment, I just feel a surge of blood going against the trend, reaching my throat, and about to spurt out.

However, in front of his subordinates, Holt still wanted to save some dignity after all. He took a breath from his chest and forcibly swallowed the blood in his throat.

A pair of sinister, cruel and vicious eyes stared at the Bach in front of him. At this moment, he even wanted to cut this Bach into pieces. Could this little bastard wake him up so early in the morning just to tell himself this? What a mess?

"What else?" With a hoarse voice, Holt spoke again.

If this kid couldn't say anything else, he would definitely break this guy's neck.

That fierce murderous intention made Bach's face pale and his body trembling like chaff: "Reporting to Your Majesty, and... my subordinates are not doing well, please punish His Majesty the King. He discovered that I was spying on Ron. I have been in the hotel. I stayed outside until early in the morning, and when I was about to leave, the guy suddenly appeared in front of me, and then asked me to tell His Majesty the King something..."

Only then did Holt suppress the murderous intention in his heart and asked in a deep voice: "What did he say again?"

"He said that he... he was worried that you might not have enough time to recruit people, so... so, the scheduled visit tonight will be rescheduled for the day after tomorrow..."

hum!

As soon as these words came out, Holt's mind buzzed, his eyes turned pale, and he almost fainted.

Ron, this guy, actually knew all his plans a long time ago.

Although Ron was a prophet and it was not surprising to know this, Holt still found it difficult to accept the sudden news.

His Majesty the King of Granville, a master of the legendary Seven Stars, a ruthless executioner who can easily kill even his own son, daughter, and even his own princess, now feels cold all over his body, as if there is nothing left in front of his eyes. Despair next.

He only felt a fishy sweetness in his mouth, and the blood that he had been suppressing with all his strength could no longer be controlled at this moment, and spurted out with a whoosh.

(End of this chapter)