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

Virgil said confidently: "Of course, I am not a fool who will be dazzled by beauty. I have investigated Isaiah's background and it is very clean."

"What if I said Isaiah would burn you at the stake?"

Virgil's pupils suddenly shrank, his face gloomy, his eyes flickering rapidly as if he was thinking about something: "Why do you say that?"

"Isaiah is a spy planted by the Spang Theocracy and the Heart of Nature Church..."

"If others know that you have in-depth communications with spies from the Spang Theocracy... Bishop Virgil, what do you think will happen?"

"This is a crime of treason and apostasy."

Vergil was smart, but he had no doubts about the woman next to him. After all, when Vergil was rising, he and Sister Isaiah had been together for more than 20 years. Even when Vergil was at his lowest, Isaiah never abandoned Vergil. Jill.

Virgil never dreamed that this woman who was almost his wife would betray him in the end.

Under Virgil's leadership, the Church of the Goddess of Dawn and the Kingdom of Granville prospered.

For the Spang Theocracy and the Heart of Nature Church, which had been seeking the territory and wealth of the Granville Kingdom, Virgil became the biggest enemy.

In order to kill Vergil, the Spang Theocracy and the Heart of Nature Church used various methods, but all ended in failure. Finally, remote control was used to make Isaiah reveal his identity. Only then did Vergil be burned to death for the crime of treason. .

Virgil's eyes suddenly turned cold. He didn't completely believe Ron's words, but after being reminded by Ron, he seemed to feel that Isaiah's daily behavior was a little weird.

She offered her body and clung to the bishop.

But he never pursues power or wealth.

So what does she want?

Virgil didn't believe that there were such pure and clean people in this world. A pure and clean person would not offer his body just to curry favor with the bishop!

He took a deep breath and bowed to Ron: "Mr. Ron, thank you for your guidance. I, Virgil, will never forget this kindness."

"If you need my help in the future, please let me know. I will do whatever I can to help you."

What a cunning guy.

It seemed that he was committed, but he obviously left himself some leeway.

Virgil ended his communication with Ron and took two steps back. Only then did Archbishop Gerald and Irelia step forward.

Gerald looked at Ron with very complicated eyes. Although he had changed his view of Ron once, he still underestimated this man.

Being able to suppress Virgil with just a few words is something that not everyone can do.

Gerald quickly adjusted his mood and regained his kind-hearted look: "Mr. Ron, you seem to know us very well. This saves you the trouble of introducing yourself."

"I have a presumptuous question, I don't know whether to ask it or not!"

Ron smiled: "Please."

"I want to know, where is your current strength?" Gerald asked a rather pointed question.

Ron didn't hesitate at all: "Two Extraordinary Stars!"

Eh~~

A sound of disgust could be clearly heard from all around, even Irelia was no exception.

Extraordinary Two Stars? Who are you fooling?

The extraordinary two stars are not much stronger than ordinary people. Can they slap the panic-level Herman away with a slap? Can you shock the disaster-level Virgil?

If you are an extraordinary two-star, I, Gerald, will read the four characters backwards.

The dogs didn't believe it.

Unless you upgrade all your garbage equipment to 13... But this is even more nonsense than Ron's extraordinary two-star strength.

Seeing the suspicious eyes around him, Ron looked strange and spread his hands: "You believe me, I am really a second-star extraordinary person."

This is the one who just completed the mission and was just promoted.

Several people around nodded and said, "Okay, okay, okay, if you said it's two stars, then it's two stars."

If you want to hide your strength, just say it directly. Can I force you to show your full strength? You can't even lie convincingly.

Ron was helpless. It was rare for him to tell the truth, so why didn't anyone believe him?

It's hard to be an honest person in this world.

"I have another question..." Gerald no longer struggled with Ron's strength: "What is your identity?"

"Ron Copperfield, bastard of the Copperfield family of the Spang Theocracy, and a scholar of ancient characters!" Ron answered straightforwardly.

Gerald's smile did not change: "That's it?"

He believed that Ron's true identity and abilities were much more than what was recorded in the newspaper.

Although it seemed that Ron was kidnapped by the Eternal Freedom Sect, attacked by Herman, and surrounded by the Knights of Dawn, in fact, judging from the process and results, almost everything was under Ron's control.

Originally, Ron was no longer prepared to keep pretending, after all, it was a bit too much. But looking at him now, if he couldn't reveal anything, it would be difficult to reassure the old man.

A thought flashed through his mind quickly, and the smile on Ron's face gradually disappeared, replaced by solemnity and dignity. He raised his hands slightly, as if hugging something, and his eyes gazed slightly upward at the sky above his head.

That posture seemed to show Ron countless scenes that no one else could see.

His voice was low and ethereal:

"Or, you can call me..."

"prophet!"

prophet?

As soon as these words came out, there was silence all around.

Everyone's eyes widened and their mouths opened wide, but no sound came out.

After a long time passed, Herman was the first to break the silence. He grinned and smiled.

I laughed so hard that I felt like I had heard the best joke in the world.

There are indeed some people in this world who claim that they can peek into destiny. They are astrologers and can peek into the future to some extent through changes in the stars.

But even the best astrologers can only sense some vague and ambiguous signs.

If you practice astrology to the extreme, you will be a great prophet.

The Great Prophet's control of the future is better, but he can only glimpse some fragmented fragments. There is a great prophet in the Spang Theocracy next door, who is revered as the national master. However, this great prophet's judgments about the future are wrong five times out of ten, which makes people seriously suspect that this guy is a liar.

As for the one who is better than the great prophet, that is the legendary prophet.

They are mysterious and elegant.

Know the future, understand destiny, and stir up the storm in the wave of time.

They are ethereal and cold.

It is clear that just a few words can change the direction of the world, but no matter how tragic the war, disaster, plague, famine, or how tragic the scene is, they cannot shake their rock-like hearts.

They regard themselves as the guardians of destiny, believing that everyone's destiny is determined at the moment of birth, and that all lives follow a predetermined trajectory.

They will not allow any deviation in the thread of fate, and they will kill all existences that try to resist fate.

And now, Ron actually calls himself a prophet?

Do you dare to be a little more crazy? Why don’t you claim to be God?

In the empty hall, only Herman's wild laughter echoed, becoming more and more harsh.

Ron didn't feel offended at all. He just smiled and looked at Herman quietly, as if he was looking at a clown.

Gerald just frowned slightly, but he was the one who accepted it the most. After all, he had suspected Ron's identity before.

Although Irelia was shocked, there was no doubt in Ron's eyes at all. No matter what Ron said, she seemed to believe it unconditionally... except for the extraordinary two stars.

Virgil's expression was quite strange.

When he first heard the word prophet, his first thought was that it was impossible. The prophet was just a legendary existence. How could it really happen?

But, thinking about what Ron just said, he knew that Gerald would come to him. He knew that Sister Isaiah was beside him. He knew that Isaiah was a spy of the Spang Theocracy. He knew that he would come to him because of Isaiah. He was accused of treason and apostasy and sent to the stake...

It wouldn’t be surprising if Ron really was a prophet!

After a long time, Herman's laughter finally stopped, and he was the only one laughing loudly around him, which was a bit embarrassing.

Clearing his throat, Herman said coldly: "Since you are a prophet, tell me when will our world be destroyed?"

"Sorry, this is beyond my ability." Ron replied honestly: "Actually, the world will not be destroyed easily. What will become extinct are the creatures living in this world."

"For example, humans, dragons, giants, elves..."

"In the near future, a great race will die."

"What followed was a disaster that swept the world."

As soon as these words came out, except for Ron, the expressions of the other three people all changed.

"What disaster? When? Which great race is it? The dragon race or the giant race?" Gerald asked quickly. He didn't believe in any prophets, but he didn't know why. The moment Ron said these words , there was an indescribable fear deep in his heart, which made his hair stand on end.

Today, there are two races in the world that claim to be great, the dragons and the giants.

Among them, the dragons are the rulers of the world. They exercise authority on behalf of the gods and maintain the order of the world. They are proud and powerful, and believe that the dragon family is the most noble and perfect existence in the world.

The giants, on the other hand, believe themselves to be the descendants of a ruler who once ruled the entire world, and that great blood flows in their veins.

"No, Gerald, do you really believe it? Wake up, he is lying to you." Herman said angrily, forgetting even the honorific.

Gerald was in a irritable mood and glanced at Herman. If it weren't for Herman's father, he would never have allowed such a useless guy to stay in Morol Cathedral.

He prayed that Ron would reveal more information.

Ron, on the other hand, cast his gaze towards the scorching sun in the sky. After a long silence, Ron finally spoke slowly, his voice low but not deep, with a hint of etherealness:

"The eternal city is hidden in the gray sky!"

"When the scorching sun loses its light, it will come to the world and bring death!"

"Look, it's magnificent!"

"Behold the lost power!"

"But a dark wind blew by, leaving only blood and a vast expanse of blood!"

Ron improvised a prophetic poem based on his inferior literary skills, and suddenly felt much better.

The prophetic poem should be ambiguous and let the other party guess. This is called the demeanor of a master.

You guessed it, that’s my prediction.

If you guessed wrong, it’s because you don’t have enough understanding and your understanding is wrong. It has nothing to do with me.

I don’t know if Ron is pretending to be too similar, but the sun is obviously scorching, but Irelia, Virgil, and Gerald can’t feel the slightest warmth. It’s as if there is a real wind blowing, and their whole bodies are chilled.

A furry feeling of fear crept into my heart silently. The prophetic poem did not provide much substantive content, but the scorching sun lost its light, bringing death and blood, all symbolizing ominousness.

The deep depression makes it difficult to breathe.

Only Herman curled his lips in disdain. In his eyes, Ron was just pretending.

"Huh..." After a long time, Gerald seemed to finally recover a little from the fear. He glanced at Ron: "When?"

Ron didn't answer. He just turned around and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall of the living room, then slowly stretched out five fingers:

"five!"

"Five years?"

But at this moment, Ron suddenly curled up a thumb: "Four!"

Everyone's eyes widened. It wasn't five years, but... five seconds?

Who is the prophet who has nothing to do to predict what will happen in five seconds?

Are you sure you didn't come here to make a joke?

Even Irelia, Vergil and Gerald were all bluffed by Ron's mysterious and depressing aura before, and were about to believe the prophet's words, but now they all couldn't help but feel that their brains were... It's not a show, otherwise how could you believe such nonsense?

Herman even sneered: "If your prediction is accurate, I, Herman, will kneel down and call you grandpa!"

Five seconds?

You are really asking for humiliation!

He couldn't wait to see Ron in such disgrace.

When nothing happens after five seconds, he will definitely laugh at this idiot.