Hypnosis: They want to improve too much

Although he invited Yvna to dance, Ron did not really take her to dance. He took her to a secluded corner outside the hall to admire the moon.

After dancing two rounds of duet, he had become the focus of everyone's attention. If he dragged Yvna to dance again, the latter's grandfather might come to his door tomorrow.

But Ivna, who was stood up, didn't think so. She sat on the clean lawn, hugged her knees with both hands and buried her head in them, looking like she didn't want to be disturbed by anyone.

"You seem jealous?"

Ron was a little surprised to see this scene. He never thought that such emotions would appear in Yvna.

Logically speaking, there is not only no affection between them, but there are many conflicts.

Could it be that she faced the reality and chose to surrender?

"No, stop being narcissistic. I hate you so much that I can't wait to do so."

Without even looking up, Ivna said, "Have you forgotten what you did to me? You took away my freedom and did all kinds of bad things to me. You saw my body, and my purity was defiled by you. You even let me in halfway.

How could I be jealous of a bad guy who bullied me? You seem to be making me laugh."

The girl said things that were not in line with her heart and she was not in a good mood.

Watching him dance with the eldest princess and watching him dance with the Duke's daughter, Yvna felt that she was weak.

In terms of status, position and fame, she is no match for the first two. If we compare their talent, she will lose miserably.

But why should I compare myself with them?

Following this question, the answer finally fell on Ron.

Yvna had to admit that Ron was getting better and better.

He has become stronger, more confident, and has the courage to deal with any trouble calmly. He has all the conditions to become the strongest.

And this kind of Ron is exactly her ideal partner.

It’s a pity that she was a perpetrator from the very beginning and she couldn’t face her own feelings.

"Is that so? It seems I was being overly sentimental. I was originally planning to give you a week of freedom, but now it seems unnecessary."

Ron took the opportunity to touch Ivna's head, and his action was like petting a cat.

Yvonne angrily slapped Ron’s big hand away: “Don’t be so proud, you haven’t won the bet between us yet, you have to get out of it safely to win.

You just offended the Second Prince, he will definitely not let you go. Think about how to escape first, otherwise you will be brutally slaughtered."

Ron picked up Ivna and put her in his arms. He stroked her soft red hair from a close distance and said, "They can't do anything to me. You should think more about how you should fulfill the bet.

Don't forget that I will be at your house tonight, and if your family sees you, you will be doomed."

"No way." Yvonne was coy in Ron's arms for a while: "Only my aunt comes to where I live. As long as you are careful, no one will know."

When Ron heard the name "Aunt" from Yvna again, curiosity rose in his heart: "Can you introduce her to me? I'm curious about how strong she is."

Hearing this, Yvna raised her head with a vigilant look on her face: "Impossible, I will never allow you to have any ideas about my aunt. And my aunt is an old woman, she will definitely not be in your eyes, so just give up."

"Look at what you said. Am I that kind of person?"

Ron shook his head helplessly. He was not a person who didn't care about food or meat. Except for Memphis, he didn't take the initiative to provoke others.

Ivna is the spoiled young lady who bullies him, Penny is his enemy, Bella uses him as a shield and is her rumored girlfriend, and the eldest princess wants to use him to lust after his body. Only Memphis is special.

Yvonne sat on Ron's lap and asked, "Isn't it? I don't think I was wrong."

"Tsk, now that you've said that, it would be rude of me to do nothing."

Ron raised his eyebrows and quickly pressed Yvonne's little head down.

At first, Yvna wanted to struggle, but after realizing that Ron was going to use "special magic", the young lady immediately calmed down.

"You just bully me, you are so bad, you are a devil..."

Ivna obeyed him with a look of grievance on her face.

Although she was treated roughly, the girl did not feel too much disgust in her heart.

She tucked her hair behind her ears and secretly raised her head to look at Ron's expression. When she saw the encouragement in his eyes, the girl's heart jumped shamefully.

The originally indescribable taste seemed to have a hint of sweetness when I tasted it again.

She didn't understand why she was willing to please him.

Just pretend that there is no way out. When resistance fails to produce the desired effect, letting things take their course becomes an enjoyment.

(…)

After an unknown amount of time, Yvna heard a continuous gurgling sound coming from her throat.

......

About half an hour later, Yvonne pursed her lips and returned to the ballroom alone.

"Ms. Yvna, can you tell me where Lord Ron is? I have something important to discuss with him."

The second prince, Harris, felt uneasy when he saw Ivna coming back alone.

Yvna recalled Ron's arrangements, covered her mouth with her hand and said, "He just left, and it seems that he is planning to go back."

"He's planning on going back?!"

Harris thought to himself that it was bad and ran out of the hall immediately. He had to ask Earl Toby to give Ron a chance to survive. He wanted to torture Ron to death with his own hands.

Dare to touch Penny's buttocks, Ron is ready to die!

"Why do you smell strange?"

After the second prince left, Penny's eyes kept scanning Ivna.

Yvonne quickly stuffed a small piece of cake into her mouth and said incoherently: “What did you say?”

Penny walked over to Yvonne and sniffed. She immediately confirmed that it was Ron's smell. She would never forget that strong smell.

After making a judgment, she leaned close to Yvna’s ear and whispered, “Did you just do that?”

"What kind of thing? I don't know. Don't slander me!"

Evena glared at Penny in shame and anger. How could this person slander someone else's innocence out of thin air?

Penny didn't pay any attention to Yvonne's warning. She took the latter's arm and continued, "To some extent, we should be considered good sisters in the same camp. Maybe we will serve Ron together in the future.

So we can exchange experiences in advance, talk about his hobbies, and talk about whether he likes black or white stockings..."

Upon hearing this, Yvonne's face immediately turned red, and then words like mutual love and consensual came out of her mouth, making Penny laugh.

"Oh!"

A few minutes later, a deafening explosion interrupted the conversation between the two women.

Penny looked in the direction of the sound and whispered softly, "It's started."

Yvna asked, "What started it?"

Penny: "The one-sided massacre has begun."

Chapter 41 Devil! He is a devil!

Ten minutes ago, in a dilapidated building outside the castle.

Earl Toby's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot when he saw Byron's miserable condition.

"Father, you must avenge me!"

Byron was lying on the bed, crying as he looked at his broken arm.

He finally managed to make it through, but Ron broke his arm and he became a disabled person. He hated it!

If it was severed, it might be possible to reconnect it, but his bones were twisted into pieces by Ron. To completely repair them, at least ninth-level healing magic would be needed to revive the dead.

Right now, there is no one in the entire Norman Kingdom who is above the seventh level, so he can only be a useless person for the rest of his life.

He hated Ron, if it weren't for Ron he would have had a bright future.

Lord Toby fed Byron a mouthful of medicine: “I will catch him and cut him into pieces. If he breaks your arm, you can tear off his limbs. You can use red-hot irons to leave countless ugly marks on his body.

Ron is just a minor character. He himself is not important. What is important is that others can use his identity to make a fuss.

What a pity! If Alan could have won the duel, we wouldn't have had these troubles."

He sighed. Now that Ron had gotten the chief position, he became the face of the Royal Academy of Magic.

If you want to kill him again, you have to do it secretly. An open attack will definitely not work, otherwise it will be a slap in the face of the old dean.

Legend has it that the old dean is the strongest seventh-level person in the Norman Kingdom. His strength is far beyond that of others. Even the Duke of Lost does not want to be his enemy.

So tonight is the best opportunity.

"Can we really catch Ron?"

Byron looked up at the decaying ceiling.

Toby nodded seriously: "Okay."

"My Lord, the spies waiting outside the castle have discovered Ron's whereabouts. He just left the castle and it seems he is planning to return to the Royal Academy of Magic."

A guard walked up to Toby and reported the latest intelligence to him.

Toby's eyes narrowed, he exchanged glances with Byron and said, "When I come back, I will definitely hand Ron over to you. To ensure that everything is foolproof, I have invited two fifth-level magicians to act together. Even if the princess arranges guards for him, it will be impossible to prevent him."

After he finished speaking, Earl Toby turned around and left the building.

Byron looked at Earl Toby's back and felt inexplicably uneasy.

Is it really that easy?

He had come into contact with Ron twice, and each time he was severely played by the latter. Until now, he still couldn't figure out what kind of tricks Ron was hiding.

No, it will be fine.

Level 5 versus level 2, the advantage is on us.

......

On the other side, Ron was running quickly on a narrow path outside the castle. In order to make his performance more realistic, he wore a black robe that covered his face, in order to give Toby and others the illusion that he was running away.

To be honest, he was excited and wanted to know where his limits were.

Although the fifth level is very strong, I am not weak either.

In terms of mental strength, he is even stronger than the average fifth-level magician, and can instantly kill a strong man of the same level by surprise.

He also had several backup plans, so he could get away with it even if he got into trouble.

When he turned the corner of a street, Ron suddenly stopped.

He felt the fluctuations of magic, and if he took a few more steps he would fall into the magic trap.

"I'm curious, how did you find me?"

Ron took off the hood on his head and revealed his face. He looked around and sensed three powerful auras.

Very good, they are all only at the fifth level.

He was silently accumulating magic power, and seemed to be preparing for a desperate fight.

"Ron, you seem to be making me laugh. If the third level is your confidence, then you can just surrender."

Earl Toby came out from the front with a fifth-level magician, and another fifth-level magician went behind Ron to block his retreat.

"Are there just three of you?"

As he spoke, Ron took out a bottle of blue potion and poured it into his mouth.

In the eyes of Toby and others, it was clearly a mental power potion. Its main purpose was to raise the upper limit of mental power in a short period of time. Some expensive mental power potions could increase mental power by 20%.

This ratio is certainly very high, but in the eyes of Toby and others, Ron is only at the third level. Even if he increases his mental power by 20%, how much stronger can he be?

After all, Ron's magic power is not enough to support him to release high-level magic.

But in fact, Ron's spiritual attribute has reached a terrifying 250. With a % increase, he can completely jump over the fifth level to the sixth level.

The sixth level fights against the fifth level, and the advantage is on him.

Lord Toby shook his head. "I thought the eldest princess would send someone to protect you, but it turns out she doesn't think much of you. Unfortunately, your arrogance ends here. I will cut off your head and offer it to my dead son."

Ron took out a golden scroll and said with a smile: "What's the point of worshipping? You might as well go down and accompany him in person. As a kind person, I can even send Byron down to accompany you."