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

A flash of annoyance flashed through his mind, but now was not the time to worry about it. Holt spoke again in a gloomy voice: "Then what did you do?"

"Reporting to His Majesty the King, my subordinates found the hotel where Ron and Agnes lived and monitored them outside the hotel all night."

Bach replied immediately.

"Oh, yes, you are indeed very loyal. So what did you find? Did Ron do anything special?" Holt asked slowly.

"Then Ron didn't do anything. He just spent the whole night messing around with the princess."

After struggling all night?

As soon as these words entered his ears, Holt's face instantly turned the color of pig liver.

You bastard, you are not a human being.

He said that he wanted to divorce Agnes and that he would attend the wedding, but it turned out that the couple had already gotten together before that.

And the whole fucking night?

Don’t you know you’re tired?

This is called not doing anything. This is obviously doing everything. During the whole night, every part of Agnes's body was probably enjoyed by that bastard Ron, right?

Bastard, bastard, damn, damn, damn...

Holt had not had a good rest for a long time, and now he had stayed up all night. He was woken up by Bach as soon as he fell asleep. In addition, the Agnes matter was on Holt's mind. A stagnation, at this moment, I just feel a surge of blood going against the trend, reaching my throat, and about to spurt out.

However, Holt still wanted to maintain a little dignity in front of his subordinates. He took a deep breath and forced himself to swallow the blood in his throat.

A pair of sinister, cruel and vicious eyes stared at Bach in front of him. At that moment, he even wanted to tear Bach into pieces. Did this little bastard wake him up so early in the morning just to tell him this shit?

"What else?" Holt spoke again in a hoarse voice.

If this kid couldn't say anything else, he would definitely break this guy's neck.

That fierce murderous intention made Bach's face pale and his body trembling like chaff: "Reporting to Your Majesty, and... my subordinates are not doing well, please punish His Majesty the King. He discovered that I was spying on Ron. I have been in the hotel. I stayed outside until early in the morning, and when I was about to leave, the guy suddenly appeared in front of me, and then asked me to tell His Majesty the King something..."

Only then did Holt suppress the murderous intention in his heart and asked in a deep voice: "What did he say again?"

"He said that he... he was worried that you might not have enough time to recruit people, so... so, the scheduled visit tonight will be rescheduled for the day after tomorrow..."

hum!

As soon as these words came out, Holt's mind buzzed, his eyes turned pale, and he almost fainted.

Ron, this guy, actually knew all his plans a long time ago.

Although Ron was a prophet and it was not surprising to know this, Holt still found it difficult to accept the sudden news.

His Majesty the King of Granville, a master of the legendary Seven Stars, a ruthless executioner who can easily kill even his own son, daughter, and even his own princess, now feels cold all over his body, as if there is nothing left in front of his eyes. Despair next.

He only felt a fishy sweetness in his mouth, and the blood that he had been suppressing with all his strength could no longer be controlled at this moment, and spurted out with a whoosh.

Chapter 284 The Guardian of Destiny takes action (5)

Seeing Holt spitting blood, his face was pale, and his breath was weak, Bach was panicked, and he kept sighing in his heart, saying that he was worthy of being the prophet, he was so powerful, just with a few words, he made this old man Holt spit blood.

It's a pity that he stopped spraying after two puffs. If he sprayed a few more puffs, I wonder if this guy would die due to excessive blood loss.

Holt had no idea what Bach was thinking. At this moment, he was just immersed in his own world, stuck in the quagmire of despair, unable to extricate himself.

Obviously, when discussing specific countermeasures with Apu last night, he was still full of confidence. Even if this confidence was just pretending, at least there was still some hope in his heart. But now, all these hopes have been ruthlessly wiped out.

No matter how cunning and cunning Holt was, he still had no idea how he should deal with a being like the prophet. Ron knew all his plans and arrangements clearly. Holt had no doubt that Bach had betrayed him. After all, Ron was a prophet, so it was not surprising that he would know this.

However, Ron asked Bach to send a letter specially. To Holt, it seemed like a demonstration.

He just wanted to tell himself that he already knew something, but I didn't care.

No matter how many experts you struggle with, in my eyes, they are just chickens and dogs.

How much self-confidence do you have to be so arrogant?

However, if Ron really has such terrifying strength, why would he go to such trouble to go directly to the palace and kill all those who dare to disobey him? Wouldn't the matter be solved?

Could it be that there is some other meaning behind why he did this?

Holt thought for a moment, then smiled bitterly. Perhaps this is the calmness of the strong.

He could obviously crush all the obstacles easily, but he deliberately didn't do so. The man might just want to enjoy the thrill of cat playing with mouse, and wanted to watch these humble lives of his own struggling desperately on his chessboard, and then having to show a desperate expression.

What a bad hobby.

This enemy is more terrifying than imagined.

Holt really felt strong regret in his heart. Perhaps, from the beginning, he should not have listened to Apu and went against Ron.

He wants Agnes? Just give it to him.

He couldn't touch Agnes anyway.

Want Dolores? Just give it to him.

With such a daughter, who would you marry?

If he could let go simply and neatly, he might lose a little dignity, but he might still be able to gain Ron's favor. At the very least, seeing as how he honestly handed over the princess's Faile, he would still only remember his son-in-law. Can get many benefits.

No matter what, he wouldn't be in such a embarrassing predicament now.

It's just a pity that it's too late to regret now.

Holt was panting heavily. His mind was in a mess and his brain couldn't think normally. He didn't even care about the blood on the corner of his mouth. He looked up at Bach in a daze: "What else did he say?"

Bach raised his head and glanced at Holt quietly, and then said cautiously: "Well, the guy also said that Agnes finally put on the wedding dress, and he would go back to continue enjoying it..."

puff……

This sentence was like a sharp knife, directly piercing Holt's heart.

Nowadays, Holt is in the most chaotic, desperate, and angry time. When he suddenly heard these words, he felt a pain in his heart. With a "wow" sound, another mouthful of blood spurted out. The several puffs I sprayed before add up to more.

What a bastard.

How could there be such scum in this world?

Still wearing a wedding dress? Do you want to have such a good time?

As the most beautiful princess in Holt's harem, he knew very well how beautiful Agnes looked in a wedding dress, but he didn't even have time to taste this beauty, but he took advantage of that bastard Ron first.

The more Holt thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he hated it. He couldn't get rid of the knot in his chest, and the more he held it in, the more uncomfortable he became. Then, wow, the blood spurted out and couldn't stop at all.

That look made Bach's hair stand on end, fearing that the news he had brought would accidentally make Holt angry to death. Seeing that Holt was in extreme anger, it seemed that he couldn't take care of himself for a moment, Bach His body retreated silently. If the furious Holt accidentally killed himself, it would be all over.

As soon as he walked out of the palace, the tension and solemnity on Bach's face disappeared completely in an instant, and a short knife appeared silently in his hand.

Looking at the weapon in his hand, the smile on Bach's face became more and more intense. This is an epic weapon, and it has been enhanced by ten.

He is worthy of being a prophet, and his actions are generous.

From a calculation point of view, working for the Prophet is much more cost-effective than working for Holt. He has served under Holt for so many years, and all the salaries and rewards he has received combined are not as good as this weapon. A few tenths.

This is the difference.

If you only want others to work for you and don't even want to pay them, who will die if you don't die?

After admiring it for a while, Bach put away the weapon in his hand and disappeared silently. According to the prophet, after delivering this news, he could temporarily retire. If he continued to Hanging around in front of Holt is likely to arouse Holt's suspicion, and if you are not careful, you may die.

Since this is what the prophet said, it naturally makes sense. Although he knows that wealth can be gained in danger, he also understands that once his life is gone, it is all over.

……

On the other side, in the hotel, Ron finally got up.

Next to her is Agnes, who looks lazy.

After struggling all night, it’s not like I was completely deceiving Holt. After all, the combination of wedding dress and white silk garter stockings is definitely more powerful than a forbidden spell. Even Ron can’t withstand it, so that today’s Agni Silk is still as charming as silk, with a peach blossom face.

Agnes's strength is very good. Even if she fights fiercely with beings of the same level for a day and a night, she will not be exhausted. The current laziness is more of an overdraft on the other hand.

Ron kissed Agnes gently on the face again: "You and Lucia are in this hotel, take a rest first, I will go to the Church of the Goddess of Dawn."

Agnes nodded weakly, but she didn't need to worry too much about Ron's safety.

The longer Agnes stays with Ron, the more she feels that Ron is unfathomable. In Adams, there may be people who can hurt Ron, such as Christian and Arianna. An existence that stands at the pinnacle of the legendary level may still be difficult for my husband to deal with.

However, Arianna is currently in retreat, and Saint Christian is having an ambiguous relationship with her husband.

As for everyone else, maybe they should worry about themselves first.

……

"asshole!"

"Son of a bitch!"

"Bitch!"

"Scumbag..."

Almost everything in the study was smashed to pieces by Holt.

His Majesty the King almost racked his brains and cursed all the curse words he could think of. Unfortunately, his talent was limited and he could only use a few curse words.

This situation has been going on for a long time. Hercules and Antonio, who were guarding the door, were silent, and no one dared to break into the study to stop it. Moreover, they can also understand His Majesty the King's current mood, and it is better to let His Majesty the King vent rather than keeping everything in his heart.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the roaring sound in the study gradually decreased.

After another half an hour, Holt walked out of the study. When they saw the current Holt, Antonio and Hercules were both shocked. Although the original King was old, they knew everything. It was an act, but at a glance, Holt now seemed to have suddenly aged more than ten years, with some gray spots on his temples.

The originally smooth skin was now even more wrinkled.

Only those cloudy eyes were filled with a cold, hyena-like light.

He regretted going against Ron, but things had reached this point, and regret was useless. The two sides were already fighting to the death. Even if Ron was willing to stop, Holt was not willing. Ron, that damn bastard, was... This humiliation has completely angered Holt.

"Let's go to the Andre family." Holt spoke slowly in a hoarse voice.

At this moment, Holt has become a machine driven by hatred. As long as he can kill Ron, he will do whatever he is asked to do, even if it means bowing down and apologizing to that bastard August Andre. He can accept any apology.

But Holt just took a step forward.

The expressions of Hercules and Antonio next to them suddenly changed.

With a swipe of his body, he blocked both sides of Holt's side. All his vigilant eyes were fixed on the position in front of him: "Who is it? Get out..."

"Haha, as expected of His Majesty the King of Granville, he is vigilant, and the guards around him are really loyal. I admire him, I admire him..."

Along with a clear yet sinister voice, a slightly hunched figure gradually emerged from the air before his eyes.

"Introduce yourself, Anthony Andre..."

The Guardian of Destiny is on board again.

The repairman has interfered with the world again!

Chapter 285 Mysterious Sight (1)

Anthony Andre.

The guardian of the fate of Larnaca City.

After not seeing him for several months, his strength has improved a lot compared to before.

I think back then, Anthony Andre was just a practitioner who had just entered the legendary realm, but now he is already a legendary three-star.

It may not sound too exaggerated, but you must know that in the Twilight Continent, after the legendary level, every star upgrade is extremely difficult. It is absolutely impossible to upgrade from one star to three stars in a few months without a great opportunity. feat.

However, Anthony Andre looks a little weird at this moment. Although he looks like an ordinary old man, his left arm is obviously unusually thick, and the same is true for his legs, paired with a skinny right arm, plus The rickety body showed a strange disharmony.

Even when facing the three great masters Antonio, Hercules and Holt, Anthony Andre's eyes did not show much vigilance, let alone admiration. There was even a hint of arrogance in his eyes, as if Holt's identity as King and the three men's strength far exceeded his, were not worth mentioning in his eyes.

He moved his body and walked towards the three of them. As his legs moved, there was a crunching sound and the sound of metal rubbing against each other.

His right arm and legs are all forged from metal?

Holt's eyelids raised. He was well-informed and had no idea what the method was.

"Who is your Excellency?" Holt asked in a deep voice. Although the strength of this strange old man was no more than the legendary three-star, at a glance, Holt couldn't figure it out.

I'm afraid that this person's strength does not match his own realm.

This gave Holt the urge to curse. Damn it, what is going on? Why are these inexplicable masters becoming more and more common?

This person appeared so mysteriously that even Holt could not tell whether he was an enemy or a friend for a while, but Holt still subconsciously tensed up his body. There have been too many bad things that happened recently, even if Faced with this kind of existence that was far inferior to his own, Holt was also cautious. After all, none of these things that suddenly appeared were easy to deal with.