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

There was a chandelier hanging above his head, emitting a pale light. The soul-ferrying boat was quite stable, and there was not a single wave on the Black Sea, but the flame in the lampshade was swaying gently.

The cabin seemed very empty, and the end could be seen at a glance, but it gave Ron the illusion of being deep and dark. Even the bright light of the chandelier could not dispel this darkness. Behind the two coffins, there was a desk with a desk on it. Filled with books of all kinds.

He could still hear faint murmurs in his ears, like the singing of sirens. Even though Ron couldn't understand the meaning of these sounds, he could still feel the inexplicable intimacy.

Here, it's weird but not gloomy. If it weren't for the flames jumping inside the lampshade, it would even make people think that this is an ancient painting that has turned yellow over time.

Speaking of which, this chandelier is awesome... I don't know what kind of energy it uses, but it can actually burn for so long, and the flames don't seem to be extinguished at all. If this were placed on Earth, America would definitely take out a tube of laundry detergent and announce that you have weapons of mass destruction.

Someone once lived here.

Perhaps, he was the previous captain of the Soul Crossing Ship?

This speculation made Ron interested in this place.

He looked around carefully again, and after confirming that there was no moving object, he finally raised his right leg again and stepped into the cabin.

There were no attacks.

This made Ron feel a little relieved. After a short pause, he walked towards the desk, trying not to look at the two coffins.

There were thick books piled on the desk, and a bottle of ink was placed on the corner with a feather pen quietly inserted in it.

A half-open piece of parchment was covered with all kinds of weird patterns and words. Ron couldn't understand those words.

It is an existence that is more twisted and difficult to understand than the ancient characters created by Archibald in the game and the sage Partridge in the real world.

This may prove that the writing and parchment were left at least a thousand years ago.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Ron slowly stretched out his fingers, trying to completely open the parchment.

Even if you don't know those ancient characters, at least you can understand them better through the patterns on them. But the moment Ron's fingers touched it, the parchment turned into fine dust and dissipated.

Not just this parchment, Ron's touch was like some kind of switch, starting a chain reaction. The parchment, books, ink, quills, and even this desk and chair all disappeared.

On the ground, there was only a handful of fine powder left, like ashes after a fire.

Ron's fingers were still hovering in the air.

The expression on his face was a little sad.

It's been too long... Time is the most terrifying force in the world. No matter what kind of existence it is, it can't resist the wear and tear of time.

Pity.

Ron felt regretful in his heart, glanced at the ashes on the ground, and was about to turn around, when his body suddenly stopped.

In the midst of the ashes, Ron suddenly saw a different existence.

That's a photo, black and white...

This photo has been protected by special magic and has not been damaged by the passage of time.

Ron knelt down and picked up the photo.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s been too long, but the photo is still blurry despite the blessing of magic. Or maybe it’s just the influence of some kind of power. I can only tell that it’s one man and five women!

As his fingers stroked the photo, Ron inexplicably felt a very strong feeling in his heart that he could not describe at all.

His heart seemed to be grabbed hard by something and pulled into a piece.

Turning over the back of the photo, there is a row of text, but it is also blurry.

Ron shook his head vigorously. It took him a long time to suppress the emotions emerging in his heart, put the photos away, and finally his eyes fell on the two coffins.

After all, there was nothing else in this cabin that could attract Ron's attention.

There are two coffins, one is silver and the other is black.

Apart from that, there is almost no difference. The workmanship is very fine. It is made of some unknown wood. The joints fit very well. The surface is covered with a layer of metal and engraved with complex patterns, like a deliberately distorted symbol.

The coffin lid was just fastened on, no rivets or anything like that was seen.

All in all, it gives the appearance of being easy to open.

Ron's throat moved slightly, and he seemed to hear some non-existent sound in his ears:

"Open it quickly, open it quickly, open it quickly..."

Well, in fact, this kind of sound does not exist at all. It is purely because Ron is very curious about this coffin... He must find out what is in this coffin. After all, the Soul Crossing Boat is considered by Ron as his home base.

He didn't want there to be dangers beyond his control on this soul-crossing boat.

He put his hand on the silver coffin lid, and as expected, the tentacles were cold.

laugh!

With a friction sound, Ron pushed the coffin lid aside.

Sure enough, there was a person inside.

Her long silver hair was like delicate silk, covering the bottom of the coffin. Her figure was petite, as exquisite as a delicate doll, and her hands were folded gently on her chest.

The slender neck like a white swan sparkles with a crystal luster.

She was a woman... probably, wearing the same gorgeous silver dress, but her chest was very... very quiet.

I don’t know how long this coffin has been here, but the body inside has not yet rotted. There was even a slight blush on the skin, making him look like a living person, but his chest did not rise at all.

Ron couldn't see what she looked like because she was wearing a silver-white mask that covered her probably very delicate cheeks.

The silver mask is dotted with stars.

Frowning, Ron turned to open the black coffin next to him.

It is also an exquisite corpse that looks like a doll.

Apart from the long black hair and black dress, it was no different from the other coffin.

Oh, no, there is still something different. The black mask is not decorated with stars, but with a crescent moon.

These should be two sisters, most likely twins.

They looked like they were asleep, as if they could be woken up by just shouting "get up" in their ears.

Scream and take off their masks...Scream and take off their masks...

Faintly, there seemed to be some kind of voice that kept echoing in Ron's ears.

His right hand was shaking constantly, as if he had completely lost control, and was stretching forward involuntarily.

Clang…

The coffin is closed again!

Then he turned around and walked away without looking back.

It wasn't until after leaving the cabin that the depression in Ron's chest gradually dissipated.

Perhaps, after he becomes stronger, he will explore there again.

Looking down at the figures in the photo in his hand, Ron suddenly had an idea. Could the pair of sisters in the coffin be the girls in the photo?

But soon, Ron shook his head... There was one man and five women in the photo. There were only two sisters in the coffin, and the number did not match.

Shaking his head, Ron tried to get up from the ground. At this moment, Ron felt something. He turned around and saw that System Elsa had appeared behind him at some point.

A pair of distinct eyes, one black and one white, were looking at him quietly.

That quiet gaze made Ron's lips twitch slightly. This system really has no eyesight at all. Didn't you see that the host's legs were already weak? He didn't know if he came over to help him. Watch the excitement from the side.

While muttering to himself, Ron subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to wipe the non-existent sweat on his forehead...but with this action, he accidentally touched a silk thread flying in front of his eyes.

Ron was stunned... and immediately grabbed the thread representing Agnes and pulled hard!

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Chapter 70 Mother and Daughter (Everyone please say something)

Ron never summoned a second life onto the Soul Ferry because he didn't know what kind of being would be pulled over.

If it is a guy with strong strength and violent personality, then his situation will be very dangerous.

He must find himself a bodyguard.

Agnes is great!

So, after one accidentally touched another thread, Ron summoned Agnes without saying a word.

That’s not all. While Agnes and the newcomer hadn’t shown up yet, Ron quickly retreated, returned to the bow and got into position.

Habits are really terrible.

He has completely adapted to the identity of the mysterious captain and adjusts himself easily, maintaining his calm and mysterious demeanor.

There was thick grey fog surrounding him, making it impossible to see his appearance.

After a few short seconds, two figures appeared in the middle of the deck.

One of them turned out to be Agnes.

As for the other person... Ron's lips trembled slightly...

Although there was a thin fog surrounding both of them, so they could not see each other's faces clearly and could only see a rough outline, this layer of fog did not exist for Ron.

Ron could clearly see their appearance.

This second person... is surprisingly the eldest princess of the Granville Kingdom, Dolores.

Ron didn't expect that he would drag another target directly to the Soul Crossing Boat.

This princess had a very perfect figure, well-proportioned and slender. Although not as tall as Seraphina, her height of 1.75 meters was just perfect.

Her slender body was only wrapped in a pure white bath towel. Fortunately, she seemed to have just finished taking a shower and was not in the toilet.

Under the beautiful face is a pointed, long and delicate chin, and below the elegant and slender neck like a white swan is a sexy collarbone. Half of her body is wrapped in a pure white bath towel, and the other half is showing off her pride.

The bath towel was not very long, just enough to cover the gracefully curved buttocks, and the two white and smooth legs seemed to be shining with a crystal-like luster.

There is a black leg ring wrapped around the left thigh, and the indentations can be clearly seen on the upper and lower edges of the leg ring.

Three daggers were sandwiched between the leg ring and the delicate skin of the thigh.

Her long hair, as bright as gold, spread softly behind her. She had just washed her hair, and some water droplets on the hair that had not yet dried rolled down the ends of her hair to her thighs, like crystal clear pearls sliding down the delicate and silky skin of her legs.

As if out of fear, her skin was covered with dense pimples.

Under her calves, there are delicate white feet. Her little feet are very graceful in shape, and the arch of the foot is slightly curved, showing a very attractive curve.

As expected of a eldest princess, this is a very outstanding woman.

Do you want to take the opportunity to bring Dolores and Ron together? This will make it easier for you to conquer Dolores and win the Noble Heart.

Although the original owner of the body reminded himself not to open that door... Between the system and the original owner of the body, Ron had difficulty judging which side he wanted to believe.

But, no matter what, it's not too late to put these together first. Ron is still very coveted for the set effects of mythical equipment.

What's more, Ron is a very possessive man. Why should he be a gentleman after finally traveling through time?

There was some panic in Dolores's equally golden eyes. She didn't understand what was going on. She was taking a shower in the bathroom and had just wrapped herself in a bath towel when suddenly countless silk threads emerged in front of her.

She tried to struggle, but those mysterious threads instantly absorbed her strength. Then, her consciousness fell into darkness. With a dizzying moment, when she opened her eyes again, she was in a completely unfamiliar place.

The deck made of bones, the railings made of bones, the skeletons hanging on the railings like wind chimes, and the dark ocean around them all made Dolores feel eerie and terrifying, and her hair stood on end.

Of course she did not lose control. Although she was violent, she was also calm. The princess quickly suppressed the shock in her heart, her eyes quietly turned, and she peeked around.

Right next to it, there is a cloud of gray mist. A graceful figure can be seen in the gray mist. There should be another woman who was summoned here at the same time.

Originally, Dolores suspected that this woman had summoned her, but she quickly gave up this idea. Even though this mysterious woman never made any sound from the beginning to the end, Dolores could feel deeply from the woman. of worship.

Even the fanatics of the church are nothing more than this.

And the object of her worship is at the bow of the ship.

That was a more mysterious existence. The aura he released was not powerful, and it did not even reach the level of panic... However, Dolores did not dare to underestimate this person at all.

The thick fog around him became thicker, and Dolores could only glimpse a vague outline. He was very quiet, as if he was integrated with the world, and Dolores couldn't bear to disturb him.

Just by looking at that enigmatic demeanor, Dolores knew that he was the owner of this ship and even this ocean.

The strength of a truly strong person cannot be judged by the intensity of the aura released by the opponent.

Just like the legendary sage Partridge, he was a guest of the dragon clan and stood at the pinnacle of human strength. But according to legend, he was just an old man who looked featureless in appearance. His favorite thing to do was tidy up. At first glance, one might even think that he is just an ordinary gardener.