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

This woman is really made of cream. No matter where her face touches or where her palms touch, she is so soft.

Although the feeling of suffocation was not pleasant, Ron had to admit that the feeling of holding this woman in his arms was quite comfortable and he simply enjoyed it.

How can we tolerate the majestic and unparalleled sense of weight?

Ahem, now is not the time to think about these things.

Ron felt that he should think more about how to write a suicide note now.

Irelia... don't be sad, you are the White Saint, and the burden of saving the world will eventually fall on your shoulders.

Serafina, I'm sorry I can't give you a child.

Agnes, I'm sorry that I only extended your life by two and a half years.

Seeing that Christian seemed to be gradually waking up from the chaos just now, his eyes became colder and colder, and the magic power in his body had begun to flow. Ron was panicking in his heart, but he appeared to be as calm as an old dog.

Steady, steady, the more important it is at this time, the more important it is to be steady.

He climbed out of bed unhurriedly, put on his shoes, stood in front of Christian, and bowed gracefully, with standard movements, like a gentleman.

Christian is indeed a master. The confusion in his heart and the abnormality in his body were quickly suppressed. His cold eyes fell on Ron, like two sharp blades: "Have you thought about how to write a suicide note?"

Think about it.

Of course, Ron would not answer like this. He just smiled slightly, with a gentle apology on his face: "Your Majesty the Holy Saint Christian, I am deeply sorry for the blasphemy against you."

"Although I have seen this scene in advance, I am unable to change it."

"No one can violate the destiny of fate!"

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Chapter 74 Destiny is everywhere! (Please give me monthly tickets and recommendations)

No one can violate the destiny's arrangement?

As soon as he said this, Virgil was filled with admiration.

This guy is so awesome. He puts all the responsibility on fate, right?

Is it fate that makes you plunge into the chest of the Great Saint?

It seems that fate is the best shield.

According to what you say, why should we work hard? Anyway, we cannot violate the arrangement of fate. We can just lie down and die. At least we can live a little easier in the last days of our lives.

Christian was so angry that he almost laughed.

She didn't even know how she suppressed the anger in her chest without crushing the man directly.

Is it because of his status as a prophet?

Or did he kill Hermann and resolve a tumor in her heart that never went away?

In any case, he was lucky to be alive, but now he actually puts all the responsibility on fate?

What he means is that this is fate and not his fault?

"Are you trying to say that this is all destined?" Christian said in a cold voice.

Ron smiled slightly: "Destiny is everywhere."

"So, has fate told you that you will die today?" Christian's eyes dropped slightly.

The temperature in the room dropped instantly.

The expressions of everyone in the room changed drastically.

Gerald wanted to persuade that it was just a pure accident, but the invisible pressure prevented anyone from speaking.

Ron didn't answer. He just stretched a little, still with a mysterious smile on his face. He walked slowly to the table, poured a glass of water, and moistened his dry throat.

He felt more and more comfortable.

Although he seemed to be facing a fatal threat, Christian only talked about it and did not take any direct action. Ron already understood that his life would not be in danger for the time being.

"Irelia, can you prepare some food for me? I'm a little hungry." Ron said gently.

Irelia glanced at Ron and the Great Saint next to her with a complicated expression. After a brief hesitation, she finally turned and left with Cecilia.

Serafina's little hand fell on the hilt of the sword. Although she was no match for the Great Saint, she was absolutely unwilling to see Ron being killed when he had just woken up.

At this moment, Ron spoke again: "I will die, but not now."

"You don't have to do anything. In a dozen days, I will die in Larnaca." Ron said softly, "I will be buried in the ruins along with this city!"

Gerald looked gloomy.

He had already learned about Ron's prophecy from Virgil's mouth. This was an ending that Gerald could not accept.

Christian raised his eyebrows. As a prophet, how could he be so calm when he saw the date of his death?

Although Ron's strength is not very good, his character is not inferior to that of legendary masters.

"You know a lot of things?" Christian didn't even realize that the urge to kill Ron had subsided a lot: "You knew that you would be in a coma, that I would appear here?"

The first time he saw him, he called Christian's name...but Christian was very sure that she had never seen this man.

The smile on Ron's face remained unchanged: "A prophet is not omniscient. I only know what I know."

The slightly weird way of answering made Christian feel that this man was even more mysterious.

Christian's brows furrowed tightly. After a brief hesitation, she straightened her clothes, briefly combed her long hair, and sat down opposite Ron.

A beauty is a beauty, even if she is a little messy, she still exudes charming charm.

Seeing this scene, Gerald and Virgil knew that Ron's life was saved.

The admiration in Virgil's heart could not be greater.

Look, what is a master?

This is the true master.

Even a saint of Christian's level can actually do it in just a few words. When will he be able to do this?

"Where did your soul go?" Christian asked. She was very sure that just before being desecrated, Ron's body was empty and his soul did not exist.

But now, this man appeared in front of him vividly again, and his soul suddenly returned.

Christian had never experienced anything so weird.

Ron smiled, stretched out his hand and drew a horizontal line in front of him: "This is the past, the middle is the present, and the front is the future."

Nonsense, how deep, how inscrutable, how can you bluff people!

"In this short period of time, my soul has moved from the middle to the front. Naturally, you can't sense my soul in the middle."

Christian's beautiful eyes shrank slightly: "You mean, during the ten days you were asleep, your soul went to the future?"

Ron's breathing stagnated slightly. Damn it, did it actually take ten days to enter the soul boat?

He obviously didn't feel it for long.

It seems that I have to pay a little more attention to the illusion of time in the future.

Ron was noncommittal and did not answer Christian's question, but that attitude was basically acquiescence.

Christian still didn't seem to believe it: "I'm a little curious. In the future, will you see my existence? What will be my fate? When will I die?"

"Are you sure you want to know?" Ron glanced at Christian: "Believe me, knowing when you will die is not a happy thing. Although you can also try to reverse your fate, it is just in vain. Even blasphemy The god Archibald couldn’t change fate, do you believe you can?”

Inadvertently, Ron revealed a very important piece of information... The blasphemer Archibald once tried to change his fate against nature.

This news made Ron's image even taller.

Christian and Gerald glanced at each other secretly, and could see the shock in each other's eyes. Although there were detailed records about Archibald in history books, it seemed that there were still many unknown secrets.

"I'm sure." Christian lowered his eyes and said solemnly.

"That's it." Ron took another sip of tea, and then slowly said: "Don't worry, you will still be there in the future."

"That's all. Although it's against destiny to reveal the future, I'll consider it as compensation for you."

"Don't go to... Partridge's mausoleum." Ron wanted to say Archibald's mausoleum, but he thought that in this world, Archibald's existence had been replaced by Partridge. Change your words.

"As long as you don't enter Partridge's tomb, you can live forever, otherwise... you will be killed by Partridge."

The expression on Christian's face can no longer be described as weird. Why should she go to the tomb of Saint Partridge?

It's not like she has nothing to do.

The most important thing is that Partridge has died a long time ago. This existed thousands of years ago. How could she suddenly appear and even kill her?

Not only Christian, but also Gerald, Virgil and others all looked at each other, the information revealed by Ron was even more shocking.

"This is impossible, the sage Partridge has long..."

"Believe me, he's still alive." Ron's smile became more mysterious. "And you will definitely step into Partridge's tomb. This is fate, and no one can change it."

Not far outside Ron's house, a ball of light suddenly exploded in the cloudy pupils of an old man with white beard and hair.

His lips were trembling and his face was filled with extreme anger.

There were footsteps behind them, it was Irelia and Cecilia who had just gone out to prepare food.

There was no particularly delicious meal prepared. Irelia held a bowl of porridge in her hand, and Cecilia had only a few pieces of soft bread in her hand.

Ron has been sleeping for ten days and has just woken up. He is not suitable for food that is too hard and greasy.

When she saw the old man at the door, Irelia showed a little surprise on her face: "Huh? Father Abraham? What are you doing here?"

Chapter 2 is here. If you have tickets, throw in some. I’m too sleepy. I’m going to bed.

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Chapter 75 Christian, you don’t want to die alone and miserable.

Right? (Early morning)

In the moonlight, Father Abraham's wrinkled face was covered with a layer of silver frost, as pale as gold paper, without a trace of blood. If you suddenly saw him, you might even mistake him for a walking corpse.

However, the clergy of the church branch were already familiar with Father Abraham's situation, so they were not frightened by it.

The only thing that surprised Irelia was that Father Abraham seemed to blend into the surrounding shadows. If she hadn't happened to come from behind, she wouldn't even have noticed the presence of the priest.

Irelia even suspected that when she came out before, Father Abraham hadn't come yet, or she hadn't noticed it at all.

The old priest forced a dry smile on his face: "It's Irelia, nothing special, I just saw a light over here, and it seemed like there were a lot of people, so I came over to take a look."

Irelia had a gentle smile on her face. She respected the old priest and every cleric in the church very much: "It's a little cold outside, so the old priest should go in and sit down. Ron is also awake."

"Awake?" A look of surprise appeared on Father Abraham's face: "That's really a good thing, but...what should I do in there?"

"You young people, come together, I, an old man, will not make magic lamps. But you still have to be careful. Ron has just woken up and is weak, so don't overdo it." Father Abraham said to Irelia and Sisi Leah winked: "Let's go, old man, I'm going back to sleep."

He waved his hand casually, and the old Father Abraham's rickety body swayed three times and slowly disappeared under the moonlight.

His body seemed to be stiffer, like a doll.

In those turbid eyes, it seemed that he could see countless chains, like twisted snakes, crawling all over his body.

It was Irelia who blushed, muttered something, and walked into the room holding the porridge in her hand.

As soon as she returned to the room, Irelia could feel that the atmosphere in the room was extremely strange.

Gerald, Virgil, Saint Christian, and even Seraphina looked shocked.

The saint Partridge from a thousand years ago is still alive.

This news was like a thunderbolt to everyone.

It was a funeral for a sage from thousands of years ago, with five kings, seven popes supporting the coffin, and tens of thousands of masters and scholars attending.

If Partridge is still alive, it would be the biggest scam ever.

This former sage has fooled everyone in the world.