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

His face was full of criss-crossing depressions as before, and he was as kind as when she was a child.

Anthony Butler.

It was Anthony who had stayed at the Marquess of York's Mansion for more than sixty years, had accompanied her grandfather, taken care of her father, and was treated like a grandfather by Serafina.

It's... it's him.

It turned out to be him...

Anthony's face showed some regret. He sighed helplessly and glanced at Seraphina lying on the ground and Ron trembling beside him. There was not much warmth in his eyes, only indifference: "What a pity. I originally prepared a very decent way for you to die... I can let you die like a hero and deserve the title of the Pearl of Larnaca."

"What a pity, you have wasted all my careful arrangements..."

Seraphina's throat moved, and she squinted her eyes at Anthony. She seemed to want to ask Anthony why he did this...

However, Serafina could no longer make a sound, and the light in her eyes became lighter and lighter.

At this moment, Ron's body suddenly twitched.

Spasming.

His eyes suddenly widened, and a nervous smile gradually appeared on his face.

As if, there was a voice echoing in his ears, like some kind of guidance.

Then, under the gaze of many people, Ron slowly raised his right hand, and with a pop, all five fingers pierced his chest.

"Do not……"

At that moment, Cecilia and Irelia almost simultaneously let out ear-piercing screams.

Charlene and Lidya's expressions also changed drastically.

Virgil, Gerald looked shocked.

No one expected that Ron would actually do such a thing.

Even Anthony's expression was slightly surprised. It was obvious that Ron's actions were outside of his plan.

Irelia and Cecilia only felt their minds buzzing, and they subconsciously rushed towards Ron, trying to stop Ron from doing something stupid.

But...it's too late.

puff!

Ron's right hand was quickly pulled out of his chest, and his five fingers were tightly grasping a heart covered in scarlet blood... The heart was still contracting and expanding.

The blood vessels on the heart that were forcibly pulled apart were wriggling like strange tentacles.

Damn it, my spiritual space is dark, like thick mud.

My heart is actually so weird. Could it be that I was born strange?

Ron even had some free time in his mind to think wildly.

He actually felt no pain at all.

He looked at Seraphina, his mouth wide open with a gentle smile on his face:

Live well with my heart!

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Chapter 141 Ron deserves to die (please vote)

Elsa floated out from Ron's body and stared at everything below quietly. ★彡彡★

Originally, she didn't need to talk much.

However, Ron's condition worried her.

……

Live well with my heart.

Ron murmured softly, then placed the heart he had just dug out into Seraphina's chest.

As soon as the heart was put in, the blood vessels on it began to move on their own, looking for a place to connect. Ron couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw that scene.

Could it be that we are really a monster?

Soon, Serafina's broken blood vessel was found and connected by itself. A layer of granulation sprouted on the damaged piece of flesh near the heart, and the internal wound began to heal gradually.

What does this mean? Is his heart the flesh of Tang Monk?

Ron let out a long breath, and finally turned around. His not-so-wide upper body just blocked Serafina's chest and blocked Anthony's sight.

He is not dead... His heart was obviously dug out by himself, and he is not a being with the strength of Serafina, but not only is he not dead, he is even alive and well... At least, for a short time.

Looking at the old man whom he had only met once, some clues in Ron's mind connected together.

Legendary master.

In little Larnaca, it has the power to suppress everything.

He is the steward of the Marquis of York's Mansion. Even if he and Virgil investigate, it will be difficult to investigate the Marquis' Mansion and the City Lord's Mansion.

Perhaps, he also received the task from the Marquis of York to keep an eye on the eldest lady Seraphina at all times, and could easily learn from Seraphina what he, the prophet, had done and what plans he had.

It was really hidden deep enough, and it didn’t pop out until this moment.

Butler Anthony did not notice the changes in Seraphina's body. He just looked at Ron quietly. Anthony was a little shocked when Ron dug out his heart and put it into Seraphina's chest, although it seemed meaningless to him.

"You are really a nice guy. If you had married the eldest lady thirteen years ago, I would definitely not have opposed you like I did against Snow. This guy is pretty good to the eldest lady."

"It's a pity that you are all destined to die... Those who should not live must die."

Anthony said quietly.

Then, he waved his hand gently, and an invisible barrier appeared around himself, Ron, and Serafina's bodies.

boom……

scoff!

A stream of sparks exploded on the barrier.

The sharp dagger could not break through this blockade, and Charlene's body was even bounced back.

The bloody knife continued to slash on the barrier, but was blocked by the barrier every time. Cecilia's face was distorted like a ghost.

Even if Lydia, Virgil and Irelia were added, they could not break through this layer of blockade.

The gap between the legendary and heroic levels is really too big, to the point of despair. How many masters at the peak of the heroic level are needed to deal with a one-star legendary being?

Ten?

Twenty?

Even if Archbishop Gerald joined in, nothing would change.

The cage that sealed Ron and Serafina in front of them was so strong that it was hopelessly strong.

Anthony didn't pay attention to those around him who were trying to break through the barrier. In his opinion, it was just the desperate and ridiculous struggle of a few humble insects.

Ron spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes rolled, and his consciousness began to blur.

Ron knew that even if he was a monster, he wouldn't be able to survive for long without his heart. He wasn't that powerful yet.

Ron only hoped that before his consciousness sank in, he could get as much confidential information from Anthony's mouth as possible.

Perhaps, seeing that he was about to die, this guy would not hesitate to teach him?

After all, a bastard like this talks a lot.

They all have a strong desire to express themselves, especially when they have been suppressed for a long time.

"What's your name?" Ron asked, taking a slight breath. He found that he couldn't breathe.

"Anthony York..." Anthony said slowly: "However, this is the name given to me by my old boss, Seraphina's father... After all, I was originally a slave. As a slave, I cannot have my own surname, so my old boss named me after his own surname."

As expected, Anthony's desire for expression has been fully aroused.

"If it were an ordinary slave or commoner, this would be a great honor. After all, a noble surname represents nobility... However, compared to my original, real surname, the word York is too humble."

Ron cooperated and made a compliment. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, what was your original last name?"

"Andre." Anthony smiled slightly, his chin raised involuntarily: "Anthony Andre, this is my original name."

"A descendant of the blasphemous family?"

Anthony's eyes instantly turned gloomy: "It seems that you know a lot?"

"I only know what I know..." Ron blinked and said, "Archibald, isn't this joke passed down in the Andre family? It's actually very interesting. Who said this famous quote? Monitor, I still like it very much, especially when it’s in cat form, it’s very sexy.”

Unfortunately, Anthony's expression only became more and more gloomy, and he was even a little confused. He had no idea what Ron was talking about.

"It's a pity that I don't understand this plot. I'm very curious, what happened to Archibald and the Andre family in the end?" Ron continued: "Speaking of which, the Blasphemer can be regarded as the Sister Terminator, right? , this guy robbed so many nuns and gave birth to so many children, why is there no news yet..."

Anthony's eyes dropped: "I said, all life that should not exist in this world must die."

In one sentence, the answer has been given.

There is no doubt that after Archibald was struck by lightning, his children were most likely hunted down by the Andre family.

However, Ron found it hard to imagine that Archibald would sit idly by and do nothing about this situation, unless he was really dead...

After all, judging from the descriptions and diary entries throughout Deathly Flying Gun, Archibald was very doting on his children, especially girls.

"Patridge, why did you change your last name from Abraham to Andre?" Ron asked again.

"Because, in the arrangement of fate, the glory of the saints only belongs to the Andre family. This is the reward of the Andre family for maintaining destiny for thousands of years. Except for people from the Andre family, no one else is qualified to become a saint. "Anthony said proudly.

Then, his expression showed a slight disdain: "He married into the Andre family and married my ancestor, Sally Andre."

That was Archibald's sister.

Sure enough, considering that he was about to die, this guy knew everything.

Such bad showmanship.

Moreover, judging from Anthony's attitude, he seemed to be quite contemptuous of Patrick. In this way, he should not be a descendant of Patrick, and he did not belong to the same branch as the Andre family in the kingdom. They might have the same goal, but their relationship did not seem to be very good.

"Where's Partridge? Don't try to lie to me. I know he's not dead yet."

Anthony's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't answer the question. It seemed that this guy hadn't been overwhelmed by the desire to express himself, so damn his sense.

"Okay, let me change the question. In fact, I am very curious about why the Andre family didn't directly kill Partridge and take away the two texts left by the blasphemer. In this case, the sage He can still be born from the Andre family, and moreover, he is the genuine Andre bloodline, not a son-in-law."

Anthony's lips trembled slightly: "He burned the original..."

clever!

They completely ignored the shouting and attacks outside the barrier, chatting casually like two old friends.

However, this seemingly warm scene basically ended here. Anthony seemed to feel that he could not waste too much time on Ron. He raised his feet and walked towards Ron: "I have already answered you too many questions." Problem, it’s time to send you on your way.”

"Hey, wait a minute, I have one last question..."

Anthony frowned and sighed, but finally stopped: "Just ask."

Very easy to talk to.

"Why did you show up now?"

"Before, when the Great Saint Christian was here, why didn't you jump out? Is it because you couldn't beat her?" Ron asked with blinking eyes.

hiss.

Anthony gasped sharply.

My body even trembled. This damn little bastard, his words were like a poke into my lungs. If I could beat Christian, would he have to endure it until now?

Little bastard.

Anthony didn't answer, but he already had the answer in his heart.

"Why? You can't figure out why He doesn't arrange other existences with stronger strength... Ah, you should know who I am referring to... If you really don't know, then you can only say that you are Your Andre family is just a pawn."

"Is it because he can control the existence at will, and the limit of his strength is just entering the legendary level? Just like you."

"Can other more powerful beings be able to go against His will to a certain extent, or can He only control them when he pays some price?"