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

As for authenticity?

who cares?

It's as outrageous as it comes. For example, a certain Marquis and his family are all close relatives, and a certain Countess has an affair with her son... Violence, piracy, and distortion, people like to see this.

And these contents are enough to completely destroy a noble family's glory in a short period of time. It's like holding on to a big pile of excrement. Even if you wash it off, it will still stink.

Thinking of this, the little reporter was no longer afraid.

There was even a smile on his face: "Oh, sir, what are you talking about? Which eye of yours sees me... ugh..."

laugh!

A strange sound suddenly sounded.

The young reporter's eyes widened, and then he saw a stream of scarlet liquid spurting out from his neck.

That's...blood.

his.

Then, unbearable pain hit his brain, and the little reporter's body twitched desperately like a frog on the verge of death.

A few seconds later, with a thud, the reporter's body fell to the ground, with only a pair of legs struggling nervously.

This was different from what he thought. This hateful bastard didn't even give him a chance to finish his sentence... He didn't follow martial ethics.

It wasn't until the reporter lost his breath of life that a man appeared next to him. He was a handsome young man in his twenties.

He has sunny short golden hair, a height of 1.85 meters, and a handsome face. As long as he smiles a little, he will surely cause ignorant girls to scream.

The mysterious young man wiped the blood-stained sharp blade clean on the corpse.

Then he took out a bottle of magic potion from the storage ring and sprinkled it on the reporter.

It was visible to the naked eye that the reporter's body was rapidly decaying, emitting a strong stench, which dissipated with the passing of a gust of wind. On the ground, there was nothing left except a human-shaped footprint.

Looking at the glass bottle in his hand, the young man showed admiration on his face. It was indeed a creation of the witch.

But...when he thought about the cost of this bottle of potion, the young man's face twitched.

After all, just refining this bottle of magic potion requires at least hundreds of gold coins in raw materials. This is assuming a 100% success. If it fails, all the money will be lost.

The young man felt a pang of pain at the thought of such an expensive bottle of potion being wasted on such rubbish.

However, this time the situation is special after all.

As a foreign visitor, he didn't want to leave too many traces here.

The most important thing is that the witch lady really hates being disturbed.

Pulling his clothes casually, the young man walked towards the hotel.

He was originally going to go upstairs, but as soon as he reached the lobby, his eyes suddenly lit up.

A beautiful silhouette appeared in his eyes.

What an elegant and noble woman she is. The complicated and beautiful palace dress seems to be born for her. The bright red color is like a rose blooming in the sun.

The graceful and tight figure is just perfect, like the purest creation of the goddess of nature.

Oh, look, the fingers holding the fork are so slender, and the lips that are sparkling with fluorescence are gently opened, as if calling him to come closer.

Bah...bah...

The young man spit a little saliva into the palm of his hand, and then put a touch on his hair to make his hairstyle look more handsome. Then, he confidently stepped forward and walked towards the woman.

"Elegant lady, the goddess gave me these eyes so that I can appreciate your beautiful face... Even if my eyes become blind immediately, they have already completed their mission."

While saying those cheesy love words, the young man stretched out his right hand towards the woman opposite him: "My name is Ron Copperfield, and I hope to have the honor of knowing your name!"

Dolores, who was enjoying breakfast, suddenly paused. Her fork stayed in the air. She glanced at this handsome man. Is this Ron?

Who are you fooling?

The second chapter is here. Thank you Asule and Pasur for the reward of 20,000 points. Thank you for your support. I will update it after accumulating two chapters.

The group has been established and the introduction is available!

Chapter 80 The last person who had an advantage over me was Herman (3)

Dolores silently put down her fork, raised her slender eyes, and glanced at the handsome man beside her with an indifferent gaze:

"Are you Ron Copperfield?"

The man who called himself Ron Copperfield kept his right hand awkwardly in the air, not knowing whether to retract it or continue to hold it there.

This is the first time for him, who is tall and handsome, to encounter such a situation.

Taking his right hand back a bit angrily, the young man coughed: "Of course, is there anything wrong with this name?"

Dolores did not answer, but just stared at him quietly. Her golden eyes made the young man feel a little numb.

After a few seconds, Dolores reached out and pointed to the side:

"roll!"

The young man's face suddenly stiffened.

It seems that although this rose is beautiful, it... has thorns.

He smiled awkwardly and left.

After staring at the young man's back for a few seconds, Dolores looked away.

Although she had only arrived in Larnaca City yesterday and had not had time to meet Ron Copperfield, she had already heard that Mr. Ron was an elegant gentleman.

He is well-mannered, with a touch of bookish air, elegant and mysterious.

There is no way he is a street kid like Meng Lang in front of him.

Come to think of it, the way this guy speaks is subtly different from Granville's, more like... the accent of the neighboring Spong Theocracy.

A man from the Spang Theocracy actually went to Granville to pretend to be a prophet?

interesting!

Glancing at the back of the man walking upstairs, Delores picked up the fork and tapped the end of the handle lightly on the table. No one noticed that there was a translucent virtual figure next to Delores. The shadow gradually emerged: "Keep an eye on that person."

……

On the other side, a young man who claimed to be Ron Copperfield also came upstairs.

Pushing open a door, inside the house, a beautiful figure was standing quietly at the window, staring at the outside world.

A breeze blew, revealing two white and tender calves from under the dark red Gothic skirt.

This woman is beautiful.

She is no less impressive than the woman downstairs, one is enchanting and the other is dazzling.

There was a flash of crazy fascination in the young man's eyes, but he quickly restrained it. He could say sweet words to other women, but not to the woman in front of him.

The witch's methods can be fatal.

However, I don't know if it's his illusion, but I always feel that Miss Witch seems to be more attractive at this moment.

His face, which was as cold as ice on weekdays, actually showed a slight blush.

She seemed to have just undergone some strenuous exercise.

A few strands of black hair are stuck to the smooth forehead, slightly messy.

Her breathing was a little rapid, and even her pair of bright red eyes seemed to be misty. Her throat moved slightly, and she seemed to swallow something.

Maybe it's saliva!

All in all, the Witch Lady is showing off her feminine charm. One can even vaguely feel that her body is still trembling.

What a beautiful woman... The young man was stunned when he saw her, and the fascination in his chest became more and more intense.

After a long time, the witch's voice floated over coldly: "Using your brother's name to seduce a woman...you are really shameless."

There seemed to be a sense of relief in the voice.

It was finally over over there. The torture lasted for nearly half an hour. It was simply torture.

The young man shrugged casually, his posture relaxed... The witch is not easy to mess with, but as long as she doesn't do anything too extreme, she is still easy to get along with.

He smiled with a smile on his face: "Don't say that guy is my brother... Miss Witch, please note that although Ron is the eldest son of the Copperfield family, her mother is just a humble maid, I... He is the legitimate son of the Copperfield family."

"The future patriarch of the Copperfield family is me, Melville Copperfield!"

After emphasizing this point, Melville spoke again:

"As for borrowing his name, Oh, Your Majesty the Witch, just think about it...if anything happens, you won't be able to find me, how nice it would be."

The smile on Melville's face became stronger and stronger: "What's more, as long as Ron dies, there will be no evidence, and the lady will not be able to find anyone even if she wants to find her."

"As expected of the famous playboy of Spang Theocracy." The witch sneered.

"Thank you, I think it's a compliment."

The witch finally turned her head and glanced at Melville: "It's a pity that girl, let me go."

crunch...

The smile on Melville's face suddenly collapsed: "Your Highness, Third Princess, can we not mention this? I'm very embarrassed."

That’s right, the witch in front of him is also the third princess of the Spang Theocracy, Lydia Douglas!

Lidya didn't say anything more. She looked back at the city and let the cold wind outside the window blow her black hair.

Her spirits have returned to normal.

Standing in a high-rise building, her scarlet eyes could clearly see the entire city. The luxury of the aristocratic district, the prosperity of the commercial district, and even the civilian districts filled Lidya's eyes with envy.

This city is really too prosperous.

Whether it was the pot-bellied nobles, or the cunning merchants...even the common people, they all had relatively strong physiques.

Even poor people who have nothing have wooden houses that can protect them from wind and rain.

And Larnaca is just a very ordinary city in the Kingdom of Granville. Who knows how extravagant the royal city will be?

Even if you just stay in a hotel, you need one gold coin for one night... This is really too expensive. One gold coin can stay in the best hotel in Spang Theocracy for ten days, ten days... and breakfast is included.

But the Kingdom of Granville seems to have long been accustomed to this kind of consumption.

The reason why this country is so rich is because of something special... black oil.

It can be used as long as it is dug out of the ground and slightly refined.

Cooking, heating, lighting, steelmaking, steam trains, factory production... This substance can exert the same effect as the magic stone in some aspects, but it is far cheaper than the magic stone and the output is larger.

The wide range of applications makes the black oil completely marketable. In addition, this black oil is only produced in the Kingdom of Granville, so they can set the price arbitrarily.

This brought exaggerated wealth to the Granville Kingdom.

It is this exaggerated wealth that allows Granville to have a far richer life than other countries.

If so, this black oil can be owned by the Spang Theocracy...

There were dragons suppressing it before.

No matter which country, no matter how coveted Granville's wealth, they would not dare to start a war easily.

But now...the Dragon Clan is gone.

This is an opportunity.

Around the Kingdom of Granville, countless countries are eyeing it.

Of course, even if you want to start a war, you still need at least a decent excuse.

For example, the eldest son of the Grand Duke of Spang Theocracy was murdered in Granville... This is a very good reason.

Although, she and that person have never met, and there is no hatred at all.

But this is a conflict and interest between countries. On one side of the scale are tens of millions of citizens of the Spang Theocracy. As a member of the royal family, she knows very well which side is more important!

After a long time, Lydia's eyes dropped: "The royal family and the church will remember the contributions of the Copperfield family."

"One of your sisters will become a prince and concubine."