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

"One of your sisters will become a candidate for the saint of the church."

"As for you, Melville, you will be entitled to choose a princess from the royal family to be your wife."

"Please have no doubt, this is the gift promised by my father and the Pope before we set off."

A warm smile broke out on Melville's face. He put one hand across his chest and bent down: "It is the honor of the Copperfield family to sacrifice their lives for the Spang Theocracy and the Heart of Nature Church. "

Anyway, it was not his life that died.

"What do you think, if I choose you..." Melville said tentatively.

However, before she finished speaking, Lidya's expression instantly darkened.

The sudden freezing coldness in the room made Melville's throat tremble slightly, and a layer of frost seemed to have condensed on his eyelashes.

Grinning, Melville said, "I was joking."

Lydia's expression returned to normal: "Mr. Melville, this joke is not funny."

After a pause, Lidya spoke again: "So, tell me, what happened to the situation you found out?"

"Very bad." Melville said slowly, looking away from Lidya unwillingly. Sooner or later, he would take this woman down.

"My brother has been unconscious for ten days. It would be great if he could die like this."

"But, just last night, he actually woke up." Melville spread his hands helplessly: "No matter what, we can only do it ourselves!"

"According to the information I have, there are not many masters around him. Only Serafina, a heroic female knight, can barely be called a threat."

"Apart from that, some nuns and bishops are not worth mentioning."

"As for my brother himself, after being kicked out of the family, he seems to be a little more capable than before. He can defeat panic-level practitioners. It is estimated that his strength should be around disaster level..."

"This time, we brought three executioners from the Heart of Nature Church who are specially used to deal with apostates, as well as thirteen elite royal guards in brocade..."

"What's more, as a heroic knight..."

Plus, the third princess is a witch.

"No matter how you look at it, the advantage lies with me, and there is absolutely no chance that there will be any problems."

Melville didn't know that the last person to feel that I had the advantage was Herman.

He is dead and his ashes have been spread...

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Chapter 81 The Witch Collapses (4)

What's my advantage? These words made Lidya frown slightly, always feeling inexplicable and unknown!

The witch is very powerful.

But, it doesn't mean invincible.

However, Melville's analysis is not unreasonable. Three executioners, thirteen secret guards in golden robes, plus Melville, the best genius in the Copperfield family for a century, and himself, a witch, no matter from which aspect, Look, this is a very powerful force.

It is impossible to lose unless Ron is surrounded by super experts from the royal family or the church headquarters...

However, so far, there are no traces of this. There are indeed a lot of outsiders in Larnaca City, and some of them are quite good, but the targets of these people should be the Thunder Fire Sword that has been strengthened and increased by ten from the Bauhinia Auction.

Dolores concealed her identity and lived in the Sykes Hotel. Otherwise, with the dignity of the princess, she should live in the city lord's palace... And Christian even concealed his whereabouts and showed up at the church branch. There are not many saints here, so it is normal that Melville failed to find out the news.

Gather people, sneak across the border, and sneak into Larnaca... So far, the whole plan is going very smoothly.

There is only one last step left, kill Ron.

Once Ron leaves the church, it will be his death... However, Lydia doesn't know why, but she always feels inexplicably uneasy.

This feeling is very shallow.

But it has been lingering in my mind for a long time.

This strange feeling made Lidya a little more confused and even afraid about the future.

"Melville, I heard that Ron is called a prophet by the Dawn Goddess Church..." Suddenly, Lydia spoke: "If he is really a prophet, will he know our plan in advance?"

"Oh, Your Royal Highness the Third Princess..." Melville said in a long voice: "Believe me, this is definitely a rumor."

"My brother is just a stupid, dull ancient scholar. In his eyes, those rusty iron pieces, dusty slates, and parchment that will break with the slightest touch are better than being stripped naked. Beautiful women in clothes attract his attention more.”

"He put all his energy into those antiques that should have been buried underground. When I was still in the family, I felt that if I had a sister-in-law in the future, it would most likely be a bronze artifact covered with ancient characters... or a parchment with mysterious symbols drawn on it."

"He has almost no desire for power. If it weren't for the family's request, he wouldn't even get involved in magic, even though he has no talent in this area."

"As for the prophet, what a mysterious and powerful existence he is? How could he have such power?"

"What's more, what is a prophet? A prophet is one who can see into the future. Even if my brother becomes enlightened one day, I feel that he is more likely to have the ability to interpret the past rather than see into the future."

"Miss Witch, you can think about it again. If he is really a prophet and already knows the future, what will happen? The city guards of Larnaca City and the priests of the Church of the Dawn Goddess should have surrounded this place long ago. , instead of being as... calm as it is now." Melville shrugged and said.

"Rather than him being a prophet, I think it is more likely that he is my brother. During archeology, some special documents were discovered, which recorded some predictions about the future, such as... Archibald's notes …”

"Although I hate that guy, I also admit that he is indeed very capable in the study of ancient characters, and it is not impossible to interpret these ancient books."

"Then, this despicable and shameless guy used these things to deceive a group of clergymen and became the so-called prophet... After all, the people in Granville are almost all idiots, and it is normal for them to be deceived."

Although there was no substantial evidence, Melville's inference seemed reasonable, and the panic in Lydia's heart dissipated a little.

The corners of her mouth turned up in a graceful arc: "Maybe, I really am worrying too much."

However, neither Lydia, who is a witch, nor Melville, who is the legitimate son of the Copperfield family, noticed an invisible trace just one meter away from the window in front of Lydia. Gone in a flash.

That existence has a power that even witches cannot glimpse.

At this moment, Lidya's body trembled suddenly.

A flush spread across his face.

The familiar burning sensation was spreading from his lower abdomen.

She felt that her legs were being forcefully separated by some brutal force.

Her eyes quickly filled with mist. The shock of that moment made Lydia completely unable to suppress it. She almost used up all her willpower to barely maintain her image from collapsing: "Melville, I want to rest for a while, you leave first."

Melville's expression also changed slightly. He could sense that something was wrong with Her Majesty the Witch. Instead of leaving, he even took a step forward: "Your Majesty the Witch, what are you doing..."

Seeing Melville getting closer, Lidya felt intense irritation and shame in her heart: "Get out!"

Melville's body suddenly stayed in place, his head lowered, and his eyes filled with intense anger.

Both of his fists clenched subconsciously. After a few seconds, Melville let out a deep breath: "Then take a good rest."

Without saying a word, Melville turned and left.

After Melville disappeared, Lydia could no longer hold back. Even though she covered her mouth with one hand, the beautiful sound still came out from between her fingers uncontrollably.

This damn bastard, here again?

Doesn't he need a rest?

If this continues, she will break!

……

The Sykes Hotel.

Dolores' room.

A woman in armor appeared out of nowhere.

Dolores had long been accustomed to this situation and did not show any surprise. Her eyes fell on the woman, with an innocent smile on her face.

Only in front of this woman will she show her side as a girl.

The mysterious woman wore a silver mask with a sky full of stars engraved on it, making it impossible to get a glimpse of her appearance. She did not keep people in suspense and quickly told Dolores the information she had heard.

The eldest princess kept smiling: "As expected, the first ones who couldn't help themselves were the barbarians from the Spang Theocracy. They moved even faster than I expected."

The dragon clan perished.

At dusk, strife in the continent is coming.

This is something that she, a woman, can see, but almost all the nobles in the Qiansheng Kingdom are unaware of this.

"Sacrificing the eldest son of a grand duke just to have an excuse to stir up trouble really seems like something the Theocracy of Spang would do. A witch, a heroic knight, three executioners, and thirteen secret guards. That's a lot of money to spend." Dolores complained in a low voice.

"Do you want me to kill them all?" The armored female warrior spoke again, her voice cold and a little hoarse.

Even though there was a witch on the other side, this female warrior obviously didn't take it seriously.

"Oh, no, no, my dear sister, don't be so anxious." Dolores' smile became sweeter and sweeter. She looked at the female warrior opposite her happily: "Do you know what is the most precious favor in the world?"

"It's a life-saving grace."

It would be no problem to kill all these people directly, but... suddenly appearing when Ron was assassinated and in danger, and saving Ron's life, would obviously gain Ron's gratitude even more.

She hoped to tie Ron, the prophet, to the royal warship.

In order to achieve this goal, it doesn't matter even if she marries Ron. After all, the prophet can affect the situation of the entire Twilight Continent.

"Send an invitation to the church for me."

……

The ridiculous second half of the night...or morning, was over.

A night of exchanges between import and export did not make Ron feel tired. On the contrary, he felt relaxed and happy. The depression and depression accumulated in his chest seemed to be swept away, leaving Ron feeling refreshed.

Ron was happy, but he didn't know about a certain witch because he couldn't sleep well all night!

Ron, who had just finished washing, put on formal clothes.

It is still a pure white priest's robe, which looks very sacred at first glance.

After all, he is a professional pastor certified by the church, with a certificate.

Looking towards the bed, the smooth bodies of Irelia and Seraphina appeared before my eyes, their long white legs crossed, their long silver and sea blue hair tangled together.

Seeing that scene, Ron started to get impulsive again.

He seemed to have endless energy and would never feel tired no matter what... at least, in this regard.

Ron thought of what Celios said. Could it be that the blessing given to him by this God of Love was the ability in this area?

He likes this blessing.

Shaking his head, Ron muttered softly in his heart as he pulled up the quilt to cover the two girls' beautiful bodies, and then headed out the door. It wasn't that the two girls were not attractive enough, but Ron was simply worried that their bodies might not be able to bear it.

Maybe it was because it was Seraphina's first time. Although she was a heroic female knight, her ability to endure in bed was much inferior to Irelia's.

After closing the door and walking out of the room, the bright sunlight shone on his body, making his whole body feel warm. The sunlight even made Ron feel a little dazzling.

There was a sound of footsteps in front of me, and when I looked up, it was Virgil.

It can be seen that Virgil's life seems to be quite good during this period, and Ron feels that this guy seems to have gained weight.

With an ambiguous look, he glanced at the tightly closed door behind him. Just by looking at the expression on Ron's face, Virgil knew that his good brother had just spent an unforgettable night.

"This is for you." Virgil threw a letter to Ron.

After taking a look at the text on the letter, Ron already knew who the letter was from.

"Are you ready to keep the appointment? Do you want me to arrange some experts to follow you?" Virgil said in a deep voice.

It was originally the most appropriate task to hand over the task of protecting Ron to Serafina... But now, Larnaca's pearl may be dim and needs a rest.

"Recently, there have been some subtle movements in your hometown, Spang Theocracy. I received news from Isaiah that Spang Theocracy and the Heart of Nature Church are inquiring about you." Virgil said.

Ron smiled slightly: "It seems that you succeeded?"

"Of course, the spell you taught me has an incredible and wonderful effect." Virgil was delighted: "When I told Isaiah that you don't want your brother to get hurt, she immediately gave in. It was easier than I imagined."

As he spoke, Virgil stretched out his hand and pressed on his waist. He was very happy with Isaiah's surrender, but it also brought some bad effects.

For example, the kidneys seem to be a little overdrawn.

The looming pain.

That's why he admired Ron even more. This guy seemed to have endless energy.