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

"That's good." Ron nodded. The two men looked at each other and could feel the slightly dirty smile in each other's eyes.

"Ahem, but there's no need to go to so much trouble. Don't worry, I know what's going on."

Now that Ron has said so, Virgil no longer insists.

After all, this is a prophet, and he is far better at controlling the future than he is.

"By the way, brother." Ron seemed to suddenly remember something and handed a note to Virgil.

Virgil took it and saw that the note contained some ingredients for the potion.

"This is?"

"A special magic potion. Some of the ingredients are hard to buy on the market, but the church's pharmacy should have some in stock. Please help me get some. As for the efficacy, wait until I get the potion out. Tell you." Ron explained.

Virgil nodded without asking much.

He is very smart, Ron is a prophet, and now he has the great saint Christian as his backer. Virgil will naturally tie himself firmly to this warship.

After saying goodbye to Virgil, Ron walked out of the church.

Dolores is already here.

According to the plot in the game, when the princess realizes the powerful strength of the character played by the player, she will take the initiative to propose marriage.

This has nothing to do with the strategy, it is just a marriage born purely out of the exchange of interests.

There are no players in this real world, but he is the prophet...

A plan has slowly taken shape in Ron's mind.

He didn't know what changes would happen if the repairman once again closed the world line, and what kind of designs would be made for him, the little villain who had bugs and should have died long ago.

Unable to take targeted measures, Ron still had his own choice.

Perhaps, he could take the initiative.

He wanted to see how the repairman would respond when he turned the whole world upside down and made all the arcs of fate go wrong.

And Dolores is a pretty good target.

As he walked, Ron perfected his plan in his mind. Just as he passed the church yard, Ron suddenly stopped and stared at the statue of the Goddess of Dawn in front of him with a frown. He felt that this perfectly carved statue of the goddess seemed to have become dull and lifeless, and was far less lively than when he first saw it.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand and rubbed his fingers along the stone statue. The rough texture, when Ron withdrew his palm, there was a layer of gray on the fingertips.

The statue of the goddess of dawn is declining and decaying.

The scene of the Dawn Goddess digging out the heart with her own hands was once again played in front of Ron, and the last voice of the Dawn Goddess echoed in his ears:

Don't...forget me!

Looking at the church again, Ron felt an inexplicable coldness despite the scorching sun above his head, as if this sacred realm was no longer protected by the goddess.

Ron's heart trembled slightly. Could it be that...the goddess of dawn has...

But soon, Ron shook his head vigorously and threw away the thoughts that suddenly appeared in his mind. At least, the soul of the goddess of dawn was not found on the soul boat.

Ostara did not fly into the sky and turn into a bright star like Celios.

Perhaps the Dawn Goddess just fell into some special state, such as being sealed? Silence? suspended animation?

Don't forget what I mean, I actually hope that I can wake her up one day in the future?

Ron stayed in front of the statue of the goddess for a long time before gradually leaving. Outside the church, the scene in Larnaca even made Ron feel a little strange. The city was far more prosperous than before.

The threats from the young gods and black beasts did not seem to pose any threat to the city.

Virgil handled it very well.

Along the way, he could see many nobles in gorgeous dresses and practitioners with considerable strength. After a little thought, Ron understood that most of these people were here for the Thunder and Fire Sword.

It seems that Logins guy really didn't deceive himself. The publicity effect of the Bauhinia Auction is really not very good. With so many competitors, Ron has even begun to look forward to what price the Thunder Fire Sword can be sold for.

Although the city of Larnaca is now closed, just like the Great Saint Christian, this small city does not dare to block the entry of those nobles and big shots.

Luo had a smile on his face. He walked quietly on the street, his ears filled with noisy sounds, hawking, bargaining, and arguments...

very noisy.

However, he didn't hate this feeling of life.

This would give Ron a strong sense of reality.

Ron bought a piece of bread, tore off a piece, put it in his mouth and chewed.

Inadvertently, a figure appeared in the corner of Ron's eyes.

Is it Sister Cecilia?

Ron even paused for a moment, and then, someone bumped into Ron.

He turned his head and tensed up subconsciously. Behind him was a lady who looked to be in her twenties. She should be the daughter of a merchant family. She did not have the family emblem unique to the nobility, but she was still dressed very beautifully. The loose skirt with lace was not something that the poor could afford.

She was wearing a wide-brimmed hat, and behind her smooth forehead was long golden hair. She was quite a beauty...

The dark eyes were a little dull and tired, but filled with hope and expectation.

As for the reason for the expectation, maybe it was because of the high protruding belly.

This is a pregnant woman!

Due to an inadvertent collision, the dark red meat in the pregnant woman's hand fell to the ground.

The head that had been hanging down finally raised up, his eyes staring at the pure white priest robe on Ron, and his face began to turn pale.

Chapter 4, 5,000 words, has been updated to 13,500 words today.

Chapter 82 Cecilia’s bad eyes (5)

The habits from his previous life still affected Ron. When he saw a pregnant woman, he would often choose to get out of the way... After all, a pregnant woman represented more than just a life.

Moreover, pregnant women are very vulnerable.

Keeping distance from pregnant women is to protect both yourself and the pregnant woman.

"Ma'am, how are you feeling? Is there anything uncomfortable?" Ron asked quickly.

Although, it was the pregnant woman who hit her. But Ron still didn't dare to slack off. If there was any problem, if he sent it to the church in time, he might be able to recover some things.

Especially when you see pregnant women looking a little pale.

"If you feel uncomfortable in any way, please tell me. I am the pastor of the church..." Ron said quickly: "I believe that the church will give you the best treatment."

The lady who had been staring at Ron suddenly shuddered, as if she had finally come to her senses.

A smile appeared on her pretty face: "Sir, you are such a gentleman..."

"But don't worry, I'm not that effeminate and don't need to go to church."

This elegant and intellectual pregnant woman nodded politely at Ron, then walked around Ron and headed straight into the distance.

Ron was a little bit murmuring in his heart, is everything really okay? Her face was very pale, and there were beads of sweat on her forehead.

However, since this lady has already said that there is no problem, Ron can't continue to pester her.

When Ron looked up again, Cecilia was nowhere to be seen.

After a brief hesitation, Ron placed the bread in front of a little beggar on the roadside, and then chased Cecilia in the direction where she disappeared.

Ron had roughly guessed what was going on. In the game, Cecilia entrusted the player to transfer her money to her boyfriend Malte.

In the real world, there are no players, so Cecilia can only run errands in person. Once Cecilia realizes her boyfriend's true identity...the bloody nun, she is afraid that she will appear.

Ron and Cecilia didn't get along very much.

But, it could still be considered a wonderful night... The night he slept on Cecilia's lap was the most comfortable sleep Ron had ever had.

What's more, it was also from Cecilia's mouth that Ron learned about the existence of Archibald and Partridge, and for the first time he understood the horror of the world line closing.

Ron remembered Cecilia's help to him, and he couldn't bear to see the worst outcome.

As for Dolores’ invitation?

Her Royal Highness the Princess should not be impatient.

……

Cecilia changed out of her nun's uniform. At this moment, she was just wearing an ordinary coarse cloth dress.

But she has a very good foundation. Even without any makeup, she still exudes a charming aura. She attracted countless people's attention as she walked along the way.

There was a faint smile on her fair and pretty face.

In her pocket were ten gold coins.

That was given to me by Mr. Ron, a very gentle gentleman indeed.

The upper class, after thousands of years of decay, has long been filthy. Cecilia even doubts that those humanoid creatures can really be considered human beings?

A true gentleman like Mr. Ron is so rare.

As a serving nun, it was her job to make the guests feel happy, but Mr. Ron did not hurt her, which was undoubtedly her luck.

After noticing that Ron was a very gentle gentleman, Cecilia had an idea in her mind. She wanted to make a deal with Ron, or... take advantage of this gentle man.

She will use all the skills she has learned to give Ron the most wonderful enjoyment.

She hoped that Ron would be obsessed with her body and keep her by his side. She would be willing to be the most well-behaved pet around Ron.

She only hoped that after Ron got tired of her, he could give her freedom and let her return to her lover.

Ridiculous!

For the serving nun, this is the best ending.

If Ron didn't keep her by his side, she would soon be given to the next guest, and the next guest, and the next guest... Not everyone would be as gentle as Ron.

She had no choice.

However, what Cecilia didn't expect was that although Mr. Ron did not keep her by his side, he also warned Archbishop Virgil.

She no longer needed to attend to other guests.

Cecilia felt intensely ashamed of the thought of taking advantage of Mr. Ron.

During the ten days when Mr. Ron was in coma, although she did not always guard Mr. Ron like Miss Serafina and Miss Irelia, she also kept praying in front of the statue of the goddess.

Finally, Mr. Ron woke up.

Cecilia was very happy. She could feel that the joy in her heart was definitely no less than that of Serafina and Miss Irelia.

That is, after Mr. Ron woke up, Cecilia finally had some free time, and then she hurriedly left the church.

When Cecilia thought about meeting her boyfriend soon, the smile on her face became more and more intense, and she even hummed a cheerful song.

Unknowingly, she came to the civilian area.

She moved skillfully between these low houses, and before long, she had arrived at the place she remembered... However, looking at the brick house in front of her, Cecilia was a little confused.

She looked around and confirmed that this was her boyfriend's home.

But why is it a brick house?

It was clearly a wooden house before.

It is not easy for ordinary people to own a brick house, and only the rich farmers among the ordinary people can build such a house.

The Malte family is not very rich.

Suddenly, Cecilia thought of something, a blush quickly appeared on her face, her eyes were silky, and her eyebrows were full of happiness.

Could it be that Malte was ready to marry him, so he renovated the house? The brick house you see in front of you is actually the wedding room of your future self and Malte?

This, this is such a waste.

This costs a lot of money.

Cecilia complained a little, but her heart was filled with sweet happiness.

Just then, a young man in his twenties was walking out of the house.

He was in such a hurry that he didn't notice Cecilia at the door.

"Mart..." Cecilia called.