Hypnosis: They want to improve too much

Although Penny did not take action personally, as the person who gave the order, she could not remove herself.

So before Ron made the final judgment on her, Penny could only try her best to please him, trying to gain a little tolerance in this way.

Even if he is executed, his body must be kept intact, right?

So after hearing the word "wagging your tail for mercy" from Ron, she took the initiative to shake her hips to give him a better experience.

Outside the carriage, Hardy nodded in approval after hearing Ron's explanation: "You are right, my sister is so proud, how could she like someone who doesn't like her.

She has a sense of dignity, and it is not her character to bow down to others. Okay, I believe you for now, but where are you staying tonight, Baba? Do you need me to help you arrange a carriage?"

After confirming that Ron was harmless, Hardy began to target him again.

He thought that as long as he bribed Ron, he could use him to get close to Petunia, and then let Ron whisper in his sister's ear and maybe he could change her impression of him.

Thinking of this, he added: "I can help you arrange one or two maids, guaranteed to be gentle and considerate, do you want to try?"

Seducing people with sex is always the easiest way, and he thought Ron would most likely agree.

Penny in the carriage heard what Hardy said and immediately said coldly: "Don't worry about his business, just take care of your own business!"

"Oh!"

After saying that, Penny slammed the window shut.

Although she didn't care how many women Ron had, she couldn't accept him playing with those maids with jade arms and thousands of pillows.

As an extremely proud young lady, she didn't want to be compared with those maids.

Hardy outside touched his nose and dared not to offend Penny again. He realized that Penny was really angry.

"Maybe it's because I'm looked down upon. I know that feeling."

He sighed, thinking that Ron's dislike had angered his sister and made her lose face.

Otherwise, why would she be so angry?

It can't be because of jealousy.

It's really funny. This "boss" has no emotional intelligence at all. If I were him, I would definitely talk behind the person's back.

On the other side, Ron was thrown onto the bed by Penny. Although she looked petite, as a fourth-level swordsman, the power she unleashed was more than ten times that of Ron.

She sat on Ron's waist and twisted her waist continuously, with a depressed expression on her face: "I can satisfy you anytime you want, but you are not allowed to touch those maids, they are very dirty."

In order to increase the lethality of her words, she took the initiative to take off the fabric under her skirt and hung it around her knees, thus shortening the distance between the two of them.

Ron smiled calmly: "My standards are very high. If a woman can't even compare to you, how can I take off my clothes on my own initiative?"

"What do you mean you can't even compare to me? Am I that bad? Someone once ranked the beauties, and you know, I was ranked second!"

Penny became even angrier when she heard this. She took the initiative to unbuckle Ron's belt and kept fiddling with something.

"I think the first place must be the eldest princess Chris, and the third place must be Ivna. Do you think I guessed right?"

Ron helped to steady Petunia's waist so she could calibrate.

Penny was silent: "......"

He had guessed correctly. The eldest princess ranked first, he, as the daughter of the Duke, ranked second, and Ivna, as the daughter of the Marquis, ranked third.

Rather than saying this is a beauty ranking, it is more accurate to say this is a background ranking among beautiful girls.

The more Penny thought about it, the angrier she got. In a rage, she just ate Ron alive: "I don't care. Chris is not much better looking than me in terms of looks. And I'm younger than her, which is my advantage."

"But what about the body shape?"

Ron's eyes swept over Petunia's chest, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

"I will still grow. If you don't believe me, just rub it more. Maybe it will grow after a while."

Penny felt her face burning with pain. She pulled Ron's hand up and pressed it against her chest in anger. "If I can't grow up, it's your problem. You're not working hard enough. As long as you spend two more hours every day, I won't fail to grow up."

Ron scratched it and said, "Is there such a saying?"

Penny: "Of course!"

After saying that, she began to sway, and her purple hair flowed like waves.

Chapter 62 The flames of revenge envelop you and me

Although Penny's figure is not as good as Bella and Memphis, she still has her own advantages as a swordsman.

She can perfectly control every inch of muscle in her body, relaxing or tightening it at her will.

She could lock Ron up and immobilize him at any time if she wanted, and the increasing pressure would make him foam at the mouth.

And she can do many poses that Bella can't do, making her, in Ron's words, a perfect teaching subject.

When dealing with Bella, he would worry about whether he hurt her, but when dealing with Penny, he didn't care even if he hurt her.

No, it should be said that the ruder he was, the happier Penny was. There were some unknown attributes hidden in the latter's character, and he could even enter the innermost part without any scruples.

The fourth-level swordsman is so terrifying!

After traveling hundreds of miles, the convoy stopped in a sparsely populated forest. The cook in charge of meals hurriedly prepared rice. Ron and Penny, who had been working hard for the whole morning, jumped off the carriage one after another.

The attendants spread a blanket on a large smooth rock for Penny to sit and rest. Penny was the person with the highest status in the caravan.

Hardy, who arrived a step late, noticed the blush on Penny's face. It was an unnatural flush, like the residue of joy.

He had a bad feeling in his heart, so he looked at Ron again, only to see that his steps were steady and there was no sense of frailty at all, and he did not look like someone who had indulged in lust.

Hardy secretly breathed a sigh of relief and ran to Penny and asked in a fake tone: "Sister, your face is so red, is it because of the heat?"

Penny glanced at Hardy and suppressed the joy on her face: "No."

Ron sat on the blanket and opened the magic book he had taken out of the carriage and said, "Hadi, I just had an in-depth discussion with your sister and found a very serious problem."

"what is the problem?"

Hardy was indeed attracted by Ron's words. He quickly ran to Ron and sat down to ask.

Ron lowered his voice and said seriously: "There is a traitor in the team."

Hadi jumped up in surprise: "Who?!"

"Shh~"

Ron made a gesture to silence the enemy and said, "Speak softly, don't alert the enemy, otherwise you will be in danger. According to my deduction, this traitor is most likely coming for you."

Hearing this, Hardy looked at Penny. He didn't believe what Ron said.

But Penny nodded at him and said, "He is right, your situation is very dangerous, and the other party is likely coming for you. After all, you are the only male in the Duke's family.

How foolish of you to follow me when you know there might be danger along the way. If you turn back now, you might still make it. I will arrange some guards to escort you back later."

Hadi was anxious: "Sister, won't you take me back?"

Penny sneered, "I have more important things to do. I told you before I came here that I hate people who hold me back. Asking you to send you back is my last act of mercy."

"Then I'll follow you. It would be more dangerous for me to leave the convoy." Hardy gritted his teeth.

Since the traitor is hiding in the dark, it means that the other party does not dare to take action in public, or the traitor does not have the strength to do so, so it is safer to continue following the convoy than to leave it.

Penny held down her skirt with both hands and sat next to Ron: "It's up to you. I won't provide you with too much help. Remember to shout loudly if anything happens."

Hardy lowered his head and clenched his fists. He felt ashamed of his sister's ruthlessness.

He knew that he was being treated as a burden and a waste again, and that was why he wanted to prove himself so urgently.

"Don't worry, Hadi. I will help you solve the problem of the traitor. Your sister is actually a softhearted person. She just said a lot of soft words in the carriage. She softened my ears and I can't get up now."

Ron smiled and waved his hand. His eyes were fixed on a fat cook, but when he looked over, the cook immediately looked away.

Interestingly, he actually saw endless hatred in the latter's eyes, and the object of his hatred was Hardy.

Penny snorted at Ron's words but did not refute him. She did say a lot of soft words, but they were all directed at Ron.

Hardy, who didn't know the truth, had a new hope in his heart: "Really?"

Ron: "Of course it's true. How could it be false if I personally verified it?"

After teasing Hardy, Ron stood up and stretched, then handed the book in his hand to Penny: "Please change a book for me, Miss Penny. I have to do some layout now."

"it is good."

Penny stood up, picked up the book and walked towards the location of the private carriage. During this process, she didn't even look at Hardy.

When Penny jumped onto the carriage, Hardy couldn't help but ask, "Ba Ba, do you know what kind of man my sister likes?"

Ron walked over and patted Hardy on the shoulder: "Don't tell me, I really know that your sister likes men who can sing, such as the second prince. I heard that the last time the second prince sang outside the door, it made your sister happy for a long time, and even shed tears.

I tell you, you'd better practice your singing voice. Go sing outside the carriage at night. As long as you sing well enough, Miss Petunia might look at you more."

Ron smiled as he recalled the accompaniment of the Second Prince Harris. Singing can actually increase the attack speed a lot.

Hadi: "Bah, the second prince is just an idiot, how can he sing as well as me? Just wait, I will definitely impress my sister!"

"Go quickly, you have to hurry up and practice, there's only half a day left until evening." Ron patted Hardy's shoulder again, planting a hint in his mind.

"I'll trust you once, wait for me."

Hardy gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and ran back to his carriage without even eating. He had to hide in the soundproof magic circle to practice.

When Hardy's figure disappeared, Ron restrained the smile on his face, lowered his breath, and approached the cook with strange behavior quietly.

Before that, he used hypnosis to lure away the nearby guards.

When he walked behind the cook, he found that the cook was secretly adding white powder into the pot through his sleeve.

Wow, there really is a traitor. What a coincidence, isn’t it?

So Ron changed his voice and said, "What should I add? Can I take a look?"

"!!!"

The cook David was startled. He swung the spatula violently at Ron. Because the movement was so fast, his fat body shook a few times.

I was surprised that the cook was actually a level 3 fighter.

It happened so quickly that Ron cast the hypnosis in just a thought.

I watched the spatula flying and the soup spilling, and I watched the cook go from moving to still and turned into a little chicken, and the whole process happened in the blink of an eye.

Ron pinched his throat and asked, "What's your name? Why did you drug me?"

David answered mechanically like a puppet: "My name is David. I am a cook. I drugged Hardy to kill him."

Ron raised an eyebrow: "What's the grudge between you and Hardy?"

Even under hypnosis, David's eyes still erupted with anger: "He captured my daughter who just turned twelve years old, and not only insulted her in every way, but also turned her into a human pig. I dug my daughter's body out of the ground. Before that, she had been chopped off her limbs, dug out her eyes, destroyed her vocal cords, and cut her throat... There was no intact part of her body.

I hated Hardy and I wanted to kill him all the time. One day, I became a cook in the Duke's Mansion with my own skills. Since then, I have been looking for an opportunity to poison Hardy to death.

From the moment Hardy showed up in the morning, I knew it was my chance."

It was because he sensed the cook's anger that Ron asked, "So Hardy is the only person you want to kill?"

David: "If I could, I would kill his whole family."

Ron shook his head: "Killing his entire family is too lenient. If I give you a chance, a chance to humiliate Hardy and Lauster in every way, do you want it?"

David: “Yes!”

"Very good, great realization."

Ron smiled again, but this time his smile was cold: "First you have to replace this pot of soup and make a good one. At night you just need to wait outside Hardy's carriage, and I will ask someone to clear the way for you.

Although you cannot kill him directly for the time being, you can vent your anger on him as long as you don't leave any wounds.

Finally you need to threaten him, like..."

He said a lot of things, and all these plans were aimed at Hardy.

David woke up after a while, but when he turned around again, there was no one behind him.

Coming and going without a trace, Ron's image has added a layer of mystery to his mind.

"Is the being who came to save me just now God?"

David knelt down where Ron had just stood and kowtowed. He believed that only gods could possess such magical power.

"David what are you doing?!"