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

Larnaca City, Morol Cathedral!

Herman's heavy footsteps stepped on the slightly damp cobblestone ground, making a muffled sound.

He rushed into the church and glanced at the old figure who was praying in front of the statue of the goddess. There was a hint of disdain in his eyes, and then his expression quickly returned to normal: "Dear Archbishop Gerald, please arrange more power for me."

"I swear that I will personally kill Ron, this despicable and damn cultist!"

Hermann's low roar echoed in the church, which was incompatible with the quiet and solemn atmosphere.

Gerald, who was short and looked like an ordinary little old man, did not respond immediately. Instead, he insisted on finishing the prayer and drew a pattern of a rising sun on his chest with his fingers before standing up.

He glanced at Herman, exhaled, and his wrinkled face trembled: "It's great that Ron is not dead."

what?

Hermann was shocked.

He didn't understand why the Archbishop would be grateful that a cultist didn't die.

Archbishop Gerald took out a document and handed it to Hermann. As the rows of text came into view, Hermann's face became more and more gloomy.

"He is the bastard of the Duke of Copperfield in the neighboring Spang Theocracy. But if we really kill him, it will inevitably cause conflicts between the two countries. They don't care about Ron, but that doesn't stop them from using Ron's death as a good opportunity to take advantage of it. With the dragons suppressing them, they won't start a war, but there will be trouble and compensation."

"And Ron, his research on ancient writing is also very important for our interpretation of some ancient documents of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn."

Herman was unwilling, and his voice sounded like it was squeezed out of his throat: "However, he violated the church's nuns, which is detrimental to the dignity and glory of the church. If we cannot punish Ron, the Church of the Goddess of Dawn will be reduced to A laughing stock.”

At this moment, a sound of footsteps came from outside. Irelia, whose feet were still sticky, finally stepped into the church with her long legs. Her amber eyes swept over Hermann but did not linger for too long.

Irelia showed impeccable etiquette before speaking: "Dear Archbishop, Ron did not hurt me, he did not do anything to me."

"I'm willing to be examined by other nuns."

Although this was a very shameful and insulting behavior, Irelia still decided this way, not to save Herman, she just wanted to prove Ron's innocence.

Gerald stared at Irelia silently. He could see Irelia's persistence, so he stopped hesitating, called an elderly nun, and took Irelia into the side hall.

The waiting is anxious.

Especially for Herman, after all, no one wants to have a green head all the time.

A few minutes passed before Irelia and the older nun finally returned to the hall. The old nun nodded at Gerald: "There is no doubt that Sister Irelia is still pure."

With one word, Herman breathed a sigh of relief, a smile broke out on his face, and he leaned towards Irelia, as if he wanted to talk to Irelia.

But Irelia was extremely indifferent. She didn't even look at Herman. She just looked at Gerald and said, "Your Excellency the Archbishop, Mr. Ron was kidnapped by the followers of the Eternal Freedom Sect. He himself is very repulsive to the Eternal Freedom Sect. I think we should give Mr. Ron a chance."

Herman was irritated and jealous. Although Irelia was still pure, this woman actually spoke for Ron, which was hard for Herman to accept.

Gerald thought for a moment. As an archbishop, he obviously had more things to consider. Not to mention Ron's research on ancient writings, as a senior executive of the Eternal Freedom Sect branch, he must know many sects. The secret is also very beneficial to the Dawn Goddess Church.

In just a few seconds, Gerald had already made a decision, with a warm smile on his old face: "Sister Irelia, you are right, joining the cult was not his original intention, we should give him a chance."

"You two join me and maybe we can get him into the arms of the goddess."

Herman's expression suddenly changed. That bastard Ron humiliated him so hard that not only did he not have to accept any punishment, he even invited him to join the church?

Why?

Was his slap in the face so in vain? Are his teeth white?

Faintly, my face seemed to hurt even more.

Irelia smiled: "Thank you for your tolerance, Your Excellency the Archbishop, can you allow me to go back first? I just want to wash up."

"Of course, my boy."

Watching Irelia leave, Hermann hurriedly followed behind.

"Irelia..."

He called out Irelia's name, but received no response.

Herman could only speed up his pace and stop in front of Irelia. When he looked at Irelia, Herman didn't seem to hate her so much anymore.

This woman is indeed very beautiful and worthy of his status.

Irelia looked at Herman quietly: "What's the matter?"

The quiet gaze made Herman a little embarrassed. He coughed softly: "Ahem, um, Irelia, I'm sorry, I was too impulsive before... But it's not my fault, I was just too impulsive. Sad, so angry.”

A sarcastic smile appeared on Irelia's lips, so you vent your anger on your fiancée?

Sure enough, Mr. Ron was right. As long as he is pure, Herman will come back.

But she didn't feel happy about it at all, only endless sadness in her heart.

What Herman really cares about is her purity, not her... Mr. Ron is really a good person. Even though Herman once tried to kill him, he actually provided himself with a way to save Herman.

In comparison, Herman is really... Irelia shook her head, feeling that her affection for Mr. Ron had improved again.

"Actually, it's Ron's fault in the final analysis. If this guy could explain it clearly at the beginning..." Herman was still muttering, pushing all the mistakes onto Ron, completely forgetting that he had attacked Ron the moment he saw him, without giving Ron any chance to explain.

Irelia sighed slightly. If there was still a little hope for Herman in her heart, now, the last hope has been completely shattered.

This man has no responsibility and he never feels that he has done anything wrong.

She looked at the chattering man quietly: "Mr. Herman, why are you telling me this?"

"Our engagement has been terminated."

"Can you please step aside? I want to go back and change my clothes..."

Hermann's face suddenly froze. This was not right. In his imagination, as long as he apologized, Irelia would cry and throw herself into his arms again.

What exactly went wrong?

A name suddenly flashed through Hermann's mind. He stared at Irelia's departing back, his face becoming extremely resentful.

Ron, it must be him, it must be because of this damn bastard that Irelia is so indifferent to him!

His fingers clenched tightly, killing him, must kill him.

On the other side, Irelia returned to her room, feeling a little happy at the thought of seeing Ron again soon, and she couldn't help but have a faint smile on her face.

Slender fingers opened the closet, which was filled with all kinds of intimate clothing, full of temptation.

But soon, Irelia's smile turned into distress.

Pantyhose, suspenders, thigh socks...

Black, white, flesh-colored...

I wonder what type Mr. Ron likes?

You can’t try everything, right?

……

"Your will be obeyed."

The boat of soul crossing.

Agnes was not surprised by the mysterious and great existence and knew her other identity, and even took it for granted.

Saluting Ron again, the door beside him opened on its own, gradually swallowing Agnes.

Given Agnes' status in the Eternal Freedom Sect, if the notebook is really in the hands of the sect, it shouldn't be difficult to get it.

Just after Agnes disappeared, the silk thread representing Agnes was extending silently in front of my eyes.

It only stopped when it extended to double its original size.

The silk thread squirmed and floated, one end of it slowly drifted towards Ron and wrapped around Ron's little finger.

Ron frowned, wondering if this meant that Agnes' fate had become entangled with his own?

My head hurts more and more.

After taking a look at the Soul Crossing Boat, he felt regretful in his heart. If he had stronger mental power, he would really like to explore the Soul Crossing Boat.

His mind went blank and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the study. The stone slab engraved with strange words was still lying quietly on the desk.

An unprecedented feeling of fatigue came over him, and his limbs seemed to have lost control. He took a few steps back tremblingly, sat on the chair, and gasped for breath.

The sunlight passed through the glass and shone on Ron's face, reflecting an unusually pale face.

A few seconds later, a slight smile appeared on Ron's face. After meeting Agnes, one of the four pillars of the Eternal Freedom Sect, he was still alive. It felt really exciting.

However, he vowed that he would never be mean again.

If Agnes is dragged here this time, there’s no telling what kind of being will be dragged next time.

Not every time, you will be so lucky.

The ring representing the soul-crossing boat is still on his finger.

Ron felt a little more refreshed. He stood up and happened to see his reflection in the mirror out of the corner of his eye.

A tall, thin young man with a scholarly air, short black hair, distinct features, and sparkling blue eyes like the deep sea.

Ron muttered under his breath: I'm quite handsome.

At this moment he heard footsteps and could see figures through the window.

Ron put away all the rubbings and slates on the desk.

Then, they walked quickly to the inner courtyard living room. When Gerald brought Irelia, Herman and another bishop to the inner courtyard, they only saw Ron sitting quietly on a chair, half of his body bathed in sunlight and half covered in shadows, leisurely and quietly reading a thick book in his hand.

The quiet and mysterious atmosphere makes people unbearable to disturb.

Irelia's eyes were shining, and she felt her chest was burning. Perhaps this was what a truly elegant gentleman was like.

As for Gerald, he had a kind smile on his face from beginning to end. Although he was an archbishop of noble status, he did not feel offended at all. He just stood there quietly, waiting.

Only Hermann and the bishop next to him looked impatient.

Ron did not keep these people waiting for too long. He slowly closed the book and raised his eyes with a soft smile on his face:

"Archbishop Gerald, you are finally here."

"It's a little later than I thought!"

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Chapter 15 Bishop, you don’t think about what happened between you and Sister Isaiah either

Be known by others? (1)

Gerald looked at the young man in front of him with slightly cloudy eyes.

His elegant and booklike style is very suitable for his status as a scholar.

The azure eyes are like the deep sea, carrying the magical power of seeing through everything and the confidence that everything is under control.

His face was a little pale, but this paleness made Ron's sense of mystery even more aggravating.

He has great strength that has never been mentioned in the intelligence, and can easily suppress Herman with one hand.

More than a hundred cultists and five hundred Dawn Knights could only hang their heads and remain silent.

How could such an outstanding being not be valued by the family? Could it be that the Copperfield family are all blind fools and no one can see the value of Ron?

This is impossible.

There was only one reason, and that was that Ron didn't want to be involved in mundane matters like family strife, so he deliberately hid his clumsiness.

To Ron, the power, status, and wealth of the Duke's family were like yellow mud on the ground, worthless.

It is rare to have such character at such a young age.

This was Gerald's first impression when he saw Ron.

I have to say that this little old man is very good at brainstorming.

"Archbishop Gerald, you are finally here."

"It's a little later than I thought!"

Ron's voice was casual, like an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

However, Gerald was slightly shocked in his heart: "You knew I would come a long time ago, were you waiting for me?"

Ron smiled slightly and didn't answer.