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

Chapter 81 The Witch Collapses (4)

What's my advantage? These words made Lidya frown slightly, always feeling inexplicable and unknown!

The witch is very powerful.

However, it does not mean invincible.

However, Melville's analysis is not unreasonable. Three executioners, thirteen secret guards in golden robes, plus Melville, the best genius in the Copperfield family for a century, and himself, a witch, no matter from which aspect, Look, this is a very powerful force.

It is impossible to lose unless Ron is surrounded by super experts from the royal family or the church headquarters...

However, so far, there are no traces of this. There are indeed a lot of outsiders in Larnaca City, and some of them are quite good, but the targets of these people should be the Thunder Fire Sword that has been strengthened and increased by ten from the Bauhinia Auction.

Dolores concealed her identity and lived in the Sykes Hotel. Otherwise, with the dignity of the princess, she should live in the city lord's palace... And Christian even concealed his whereabouts and showed up at the church branch. There are not many saints here, so it is normal that Melville failed to find out the news.

Gather people, sneak across the border, and sneak into Larnaca... So far, the whole plan is going very smoothly.

There is only one last step left, kill Ron.

Once Ron leaves the church, it will be his death... However, Lydia doesn't know why, but she always feels inexplicably uneasy.

This feeling is very shallow.

But it has been lingering in my mind for a long time.

This strange feeling made Lidya a little more confused and even afraid about the future.

"Melville, I heard that Ron is called a prophet by the Dawn Goddess Church..." Suddenly, Lydia spoke: "If he is really a prophet, will he know our plan in advance?"

"Oh, Your Royal Highness the Third Princess..." Melville said in a long voice: "Believe me, this is definitely a rumor."

"My brother is just a stupid, dull ancient scholar. In his eyes, those rusty iron pieces, dusty slates, and parchment that will break with the slightest touch are better than being stripped naked. Beautiful women in clothes attract his attention more.”

"He put all his energy into those antiques that should have been buried underground. When I was still in the family, I felt that if I have a sister-in-law in the future, it is very likely that she will be someone who has written all over the world. A bronze with ancient writing...or a roll of parchment with mysterious symbols drawn on it."

"He has almost no desire for power. If it weren't for the family's request, he wouldn't even get involved in magic, even though he has no talent in this area."

"As for the prophet, what a mysterious and powerful existence he is? How could he have such power?"

"What's more, what is a prophet? A prophet is one who can see into the future. Even if my brother becomes enlightened one day, I feel that he is more likely to have the ability to interpret the past rather than see into the future."

"Miss Witch, you can think about it again. If he is really a prophet and already knows the future, what will happen? The city guards of Larnaca City and the priests of the Church of the Dawn Goddess should have surrounded this place long ago. , instead of being as... calm as it is now." Melville shrugged and said.

"Rather than him being a prophet, I think it is more likely that he is my brother. During archeology, some special documents were discovered, which recorded some predictions about the future, such as... Archibald's notes …”

"Although I hate that guy, I also admit that he is indeed very capable in the study of ancient characters, and it is not impossible to interpret these ancient books."

"Then, this despicable and shameless guy used these things to deceive a group of clergymen and became the so-called prophet... After all, the people in Granville are almost all idiots, and it is normal for them to be deceived."

Although there was no substantial evidence, Melville's inference seemed reasonable, and the panic in Lydia's heart dissipated a little.

The corners of her mouth turned up in a graceful arc: "Maybe, I really am worrying too much."

However, neither Lydia, who is a witch, nor Melville, who is the legitimate son of the Copperfield family, noticed an invisible trace just one meter away from the window in front of Lydia. Gone in a flash.

That existence has power that even the witch cannot detect.

At this moment, Lidya's body trembled suddenly.

A flush spread across his face.

The familiar burning sensation was spreading from his lower abdomen.

She felt that her legs were being forcefully separated by some brutal force.

A layer of mist quickly filled her eyes. The impact of that moment made Lidya completely unable to suppress it. She almost used up all her willpower to barely maintain her image from collapse: "Melville, I want to take a rest. , you leave first.”

Melville's expression also changed slightly. He could sense that something was wrong with Her Majesty the Witch. Instead of leaving, he even took a step forward: "Your Majesty the Witch, what are you doing..."

Seeing Melville getting closer, Lidya felt intense irritation and shame in her heart: "Get out!"

Melville's body suddenly stayed in place, his head lowered, and his eyes filled with intense anger.

Both of his fists clenched subconsciously. After a few seconds, Melville let out a deep breath: "Then take a good rest."

Without saying a word, Melville turned and left.

After Melville disappeared, Lidya couldn't bear it anymore. Even if she covered her mouth with a small hand, the graceful voice still escaped from her fingers uncontrollably.

This damn bastard, here again?

Doesn't he need a rest?

If this continues, she will break!

……

The Sykes Hotel.

Dolores' room.

A woman wearing armor appears out of thin air.

Dolores had long been accustomed to this situation and did not show any surprise. Her eyes fell on the woman, with an innocent smile on her face.

Only in front of this woman will she show her side as a girl.

The mysterious woman wore a silver mask on her face, and the mask was engraved with a sky full of stars, so that no one could see her appearance. She did not whet her appetite, and quickly told Dolores the information she heard.

The smile on the face of the eldest princess remained unchanged: "Sure enough, the first ones who couldn't bear it were the group of barbarians from the Spang Theocracy. Their movements were a little faster than I thought."

The dragon clan perished.

At dusk, strife in the continent is coming.

This is something that she, a woman, can see, but almost all the nobles in the Qiansheng Kingdom are unaware of this.

"In order to have an excuse to stir up trouble, sacrificing the eldest son of a grand duke is really something that the Spang Theocracy can do. A witch, a heroic knight, three executioners, and thirteen gilded guards. It’s really expensive.” Dolores complained in a low voice.

"Do you want me to kill them all?" The female warrior in armor spoke again, her voice cold and slightly hoarse.

Even though there was a witch on the other side, this female warrior obviously didn't take it seriously.

"Oh, no, no need, my good sister, don't be so anxious." The smile on Dolores' face became sweeter and sweeter. She looked at the female warrior opposite with joy: "Do you know what kind of kindness is the most precious in the world? ?”

"It's a life-saving grace."

It would be no problem to kill all these people directly, but... suddenly appearing when Ron was assassinated and in danger, and saving Ron's life, would obviously gain Ron's gratitude even more.

She hoped to tie Ron, the prophet, to the royal warship.

In order to achieve this goal, it doesn't matter even if she marries Ron. After all, the prophet can affect the situation of the entire Twilight Continent.

"Send an invitation to the church for me."

……

The ridiculous second half of the night...or morning, was over.

A night of exchanges between import and export did not make Ron feel tired. On the contrary, he felt relaxed and happy. The depression and depression accumulated in his chest seemed to be swept away, leaving Ron feeling refreshed.

Ron was happy, but he didn't know about a certain witch because he couldn't sleep well all night!

Ron, who had just finished washing, put on formal clothes.

It is still a pure white priest's robe, which looks very sacred at first glance.

After all, he is a professional pastor certified by the church, with a certificate.

Looking towards the bed, the smooth bodies of Irelia and Serafina appeared in front of them, their long white and tender legs overlapped, and their long silver and ocean blue hair intertwined together.

Seeing that scene, Ron became impulsive again.

He seemed to have endless energy, and no matter what, he would never feel tired... at least, in this aspect.

Ron thought of what Celios said. Could it be that the blessing given to him by this God of Love was the ability in this area?

He likes this blessing.

Shaking his head, Ron murmured in his heart, pulled up the quilt, covered the two girls' beautiful bodies, and immediately walked out the door. It wasn't that the two girls were not attractive enough, it was just that Ron was worried about them. Your body may not be able to bear it. Perhaps it was because this was Seraphina's first time. Although she was a heroic female knight, her ability to withstand sex in bed was much inferior to that of Irelia.

After closing the door and walking out of the room, the bright sunlight shone on his body, making his whole body feel warm. The sunlight even made Ron feel a little dazzling.

There was a sound of footsteps in front of me, and when I looked up, it was Virgil.

It can be seen that Virgil's life seems to be quite good during this period, and Ron feels that this guy seems to have gained weight.

His ambiguous eyes glanced at the closed door behind him. Just by looking at the expression on Ron's face, Virgil knew that his good brother had just spent an unforgettable night.

"This is for you." Virgil threw a letter to Ron.

After taking a look at the text on the letter, Ron already knew who the letter was from.

"Are you going to go to the appointment? Do you want me to arrange for some experts to follow you?" Virgil said in a deep voice.

It was originally the most appropriate task to hand over the task of protecting Ron to Serafina... But now, Larnaca's pearl may be dim and needs a rest.

"Recently, there have been some subtle movements in your hometown, Spang Theocracy. I received news from Isaiah that Spang Theocracy and the Heart of Nature Church are inquiring about you." Virgil said.

Ron smiled slightly: "It seems that you succeeded?"

"Of course, the spell you taught me has incredible and wonderful effects." Virgil said happily: "When I told Isaiah, you don't want anything to happen to your brother, she immediately gave in, even in her imagination. Keep it simple.”

As he spoke, Virgil stretched out his hand and pressed his waist. Isaiah's submission made him very happy, but it also brought some bad effects.

For example, the kidneys seem to be a little overdrawn.

The looming pain.

Because of this, he admired Ron even more. This guy seemed to have endless energy.

"That's good." Ron nodded. The two men looked at each other and could feel the slightly dirty smile in each other's eyes.

"Ahem, but there's no need to go to so much trouble. Don't worry, I know what's going on."

Now that Ron has said so, Virgil no longer insists.

After all, this is a prophet, and he is far better at controlling the future than he is.

"By the way, brother." Ron seemed to suddenly remember something and handed a note to Virgil.

Virgil took it and saw that there were some ingredients for the potion written on the note.

"This is?"

"A special magic potion. Some of the ingredients are hard to buy on the market, but the church's pharmacy should have some in stock. Please help me get some. As for the efficacy, wait until I get the potion out. Tell you." Ron explained.

Virgil nodded without asking much.

He is very smart, Ron is a prophet, and now he has the great saint Christian as his backer. Virgil will naturally tie himself firmly to this warship.

After saying goodbye to Virgil, Ron walked out of the church.

Dolores is already here.

According to the plot in the game, when the princess realizes the powerful strength of the character played by the player, she will take the initiative to propose marriage.

This has nothing to do with the strategy, it is just a marriage born purely out of the exchange of interests.

There are no players in this real world, but he is the prophet...

A plan has slowly taken shape in Ron's mind.

He didn't know what changes would happen if the repairman once again closed the world line, and what kind of designs would be made for him, the little villain who had bugs and should have died long ago.

Unable to take targeted measures, Ron still had his own choice.

Perhaps, he could take the initiative.

He wanted to see how the repairman would respond when he turned the whole world upside down and made all the arcs of fate go wrong.

And Dolores is a pretty good target.

As he walked, Ron was refining the plan in his mind. Just as he was passing by the church yard, Ron suddenly stopped and stared at the statue of the Goddess of Dawn in front of him. He frowned. He always felt that this sculpture was perfectly carved. The statue of the goddess seemed to have become dim and dull, far less agile than when I first saw it.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand and rubbed his fingers along the stone statue. The texture was rough. When Ron took back his hand, there was a layer of gray on the pads of his fingers.

The statue of the goddess of dawn is declining and decaying.

The scene of the Dawn Goddess digging out the heart with her own hands was once again played in front of Ron, and the last voice of the Dawn Goddess echoed in his ears:

Don't...forget me!

Looking at the church again, Ron felt an inexplicable coldness despite the scorching sun above his head, as if this sacred realm was no longer protected by the goddess.

Ron's heart trembled slightly. Could it be that...the goddess of dawn has...

But soon, Ron shook his head vigorously and threw away the thoughts that suddenly appeared in his mind. At least, the soul of the goddess of dawn was not found on the soul boat.

Ostara did not fly into the sky and turn into a bright star like Celios.

Perhaps the Dawn Goddess just fell into some special state, such as being sealed? Silence? suspended animation?

Don't forget what I mean, I actually hope that I can wake her up one day in the future?

Ron stayed in front of the statue of the goddess for a long time before gradually leaving. Outside the church, the scene in Larnaca even made Ron feel a little strange. The city was far more prosperous than before.

The threats from the young gods and black beasts did not seem to pose any threat to the city.

Virgil handled it very well.

Along the way, one could see many nobles in gorgeous attires and practitioners with considerable strength. After thinking about it for a moment, Ron knew in his heart that most of these people were looking at the Thunder Fire Sword.

It seems that Logins guy really didn't deceive himself. The publicity effect of the Bauhinia Auction is really not very good. With so many competitors, Ron has even begun to look forward to what price the Thunder Fire Sword can be sold for.

Although the city of Larnaca is now closed, just like the Great Saint Christian, this small city does not dare to block the entry of those nobles and big shots.

There was a smile on Luo's lips. He walked quietly on the street, his ears filled with noisy sounds, the shouts of hawkers, the arguments over bargaining...

very noisy.

However, he didn't hate this feeling of life.

This would give Ron a strong sense of reality.

Ron bought a piece of bread, tore off a piece, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it.

Inadvertently, a figure appeared in the corner of Ron's eyes.

Is it Sister Cecilia?

Ron even paused for a moment, and then, someone bumped into Ron.

He turned his head to look, his body tensed subconsciously. Behind him was a lady who looked to be in her twenties. She should be the daughter of a merchant family. She did not have the unique family crest of the aristocracy, but she was still very beautifully dressed, with Loose skirts with lace cannot be afforded by the poor.

Wearing a lady's wide-brimmed hat on her head, with long golden hair behind her smooth forehead, she is a quite beautiful woman...

The dark eyes were a little dull and tired, but full of hope and expectation.

As for the reason for the expectation, maybe it was because of the high protruding belly.

This is a pregnant woman!

Due to an inadvertent collision, the dark red meat in the pregnant woman's hand fell to the ground.

The head that had been lowered finally raised, his eyes stared directly at Ron's pure white priest's robe, and his face began to turn pale.

　Chapter 4, 5,000 words, has been updated to 13,500 words today.

　　

　

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