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

Ron's tone was light.

It was as if this was not a problem at all, as casual as going out for a meal.

Ron took out the ironwood staff while thinking about all sorts of random things in his mind.

Ron likes this weapon more and more, but unfortunately only the purple one is excellent. If it can be legendary in gold, Ron will probably be able to use it for a lifetime.

The more than eighty kilogram staff spun twice briskly in Ron's palm, and then Ron threw it casually, and the ironwood staff flew towards the new house in front of him.

boom!

The more than eighty kilogram iron and wood staff, coupled with Ron's strength, even if he didn't use all his strength, the impact was definitely not something that an ordinary brick wall could withstand.

The wall collapsed instantly, sending smoke and dust everywhere.

Ron also took steps and walked forward.

Watching the gentleman's actions, Cecilia stood there in a daze, her eyes moistened, she knew what the gentleman was going to do.

The husband is standing up for her and supporting her.

She is just a humble serving nun...

The status of serving nuns in the church is extremely low. Although they are clergy in name, in the eyes of other nuns and priests, the existence of serving nuns is like a ball of filth that taints the purity of the church.

Behind-the-scenes abuse, overt rejection, and even bullying are common.

Who cares about the feelings of a serving nun?

Who will do justice to the serving nuns?

No, never.

Gerald was a good man, but as an archbishop, he had too many things to deal with, and it was impossible for him to focus on serving the nuns.

In the past ten years in the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, Cecilia has become accustomed to a life of being bullied and resigned...

With blurry eyes, Cecilia bit her lips hard as she looked at her husband's back... For the first time in ten years, she felt the warmth of being cared for. She felt valued. It turned out that someone really cared about her.

She originally wanted to stop her husband, not wanting him to get into unnecessary trouble because of her own reasons.

But Cecilia finally endured it. She remembered what her husband said: I have everything.

Placing her little hand on her chest, Cecilia felt the throbbing in her chest and followed her husband silently.

From a long distance, Ron could hear the sound of chickens and dogs jumping in the room.

"Oh God, what on earth is going on?"

"Damn, I just built a house..."

Following the hole made by the iron and wood staff, Ron entered Malte's new house. The flying dust had slowly settled down. Looking around, Ron had to admit that Malte was a man who knew how to enjoy life.

This brick house is very luxurious inside...at least, for this world.

The surrounding walls are painted white.

The ground beneath your feet was even paved with stone slabs.

There is a soft sofa in the living room.

On the marble coffee table, there is a set of silver cups and tableware.

There is even a magic chandelier hanging on the ceiling that emits soft white light for a long time... That's right, it's not a kerosene lamp, but a magic lamp.

These are definitely not things that ordinary people are willing to enjoy. Their lives are really luxurious.

His gaze swept across the room.

The four people, including the petite girl named Ava, subconsciously hid in the corner out of fear.

Two elderly people, who should be Malte's parents, looked at the wall that was smashed through and the marble coffee table that was smashed into pieces by a black stick, with distressed faces.

As for Malte, he was furious in the middle of the hall, jumping up and down like a monkey.

At this moment, Malte finally noticed Ron's existence. The anger of his new house being destroyed made Malte almost completely lose his mind. He rushed towards Ron like a madman.

He didn't even notice Ron's priest robes at all.

The dirty claws grabbed directly at Ron's neck: "Damn bastard, you ruined my house..."

However, Ron was faster, and he grabbed one of Malte's fingers.

Break it off gently.

crunch.

Malte's index finger was directly placed on the back of his hand.

ah ah ah ah ah ah...

Fingers and hearts!

It hurts...it hurts.

Malte desperately held his right hand in his arms, his body like a pitiful worm, falling to the ground, wriggling, twitching, and rolling.

The screams were more violent than ever before, and the unbearable pain made Marte's face covered with beads of sweat. The sharp and hoarse voice almost lifted the roof off.

Seeing Malte's fingers pressed against the back of his hand, the remaining three people in the room were also horrified. It was obviously Malte who was unlucky, but they seemed to have the illusion that their own fingers were also emitting waves of dull pain.

After a few seconds, Malte's parents reacted.

The middle-aged woman pounced on her son on the ground like crazy. Seeing Cecilia coming out from behind Ron, the woman seemed to understand something. She screamed like crazy: "Cecilia, it turns out to be you, a bitch. I knew that my son would be in trouble if he had anything to do with you."

Cecilia bit her lip. Although she had expected this, Malte's mother was completely different from before. She did not have the gentle and enthusiastic attitude she had before, which still made Cecilia feel strange.

Ron rubbed his forehead helplessly and looked at the woman on the ground: "Your son has lied to Cecilia for ten years..."

"How much money have you defrauded from Cecilia in the past ten years?"

The middle-aged woman scratched her neck: "So what? This woman is stupid. Didn't you just cheat her for ten years with just a little money? You actually broke off my son's finger."

"He's just a kid!"

hiss!

Ron gasped and leaned back subconsciously.

Looking at the middle-aged woman in front of him, he felt awe-struck.

Whether it's the earth or this world, there are such people everywhere.

It's a pity that this is not the earth!

The middle-aged man pointed at Ron with a trembling finger, his lips trembling: "You...you...you, who are you? You hurt my son for no reason. I'm going to report to the police and sue you..."

Ron couldn't help but laugh: "City Lord's Mansion, Serafina is my woman."

"Church of the Goddess of Dawn, Bishop Virgil is my brother!"

"Sue me? Just go ahead."

What is bullying others by force? This is bullying others by force.

The original Ron also hated this kind of behavior. After all, Malte and his parents were just ordinary people.

But now, seeing the dazed expressions on Malte's parents, Ron felt a sense of relief.

This family made Ron feel more disgusted than Herman or Snowphilip.

Four thousand and five thousand are given. Today's update is twenty-five thousand. That's enough. That's it for today. We will start to update the reward tomorrow. Now I'm going to have a meal, sort out the extras, and post in the group at night.

Thank you for the reward of 1,500 coins from my book friends, thank you for the reward from Xueyue Guhan and Jiulixian, thank you for your support

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I updated 25,000 words today. The review alone took a lot of time. Now I'm still working so hard. I don't know when I can finish today's task. Embarrassing... This is the announcement sent on my mobile phone. I still have 6,000 words in the little black room. I don't know when I can finish it!

Chapter 85 The family must be neat and tidy (1)

Ron's face did not change. In Larnaca, you can sue him however you want, whether it is to the City Lord's Mansion, which symbolizes the government, or to the Church of the Goddess of Dawn. If you frown, he will lose.

So what if we report it to the headquarters of the Dawn Goddess Church?

Isn’t there a great saint Christian supporting her over there?

Originally, Ron thought that this was just Malte's own behavior and had nothing to do with his parents. But now looking at the behavior of these two old guys, Ron understood that his parents must also be participants, and maybe they were. These two shameless old guys have been making suggestions.

They want to keep deceiving Cecilia until Cecilia leaves the church and can no longer squeeze out any profit!

What a shameless family.

Malte's parents finally saw clearly that Ron was wearing a priest's robe, and the expression on his face suddenly became stiff. The priest...the real priest, unlike Cecilia, was an existence they could never offend.

Ron didn't show any mercy because Malte's mother was a woman. He raised one foot and kicked the noisy woman out, and squatted down in front of Malte.

Seeing Ron's figure, Malte felt horrified. The intense fear made him dare not even continue screaming. He could only grit his teeth and tremble.

In comparison, Ron seemed very easy-going. He gently held one of Malte's fingers: "Where is the money Cecilia gave you?"

Ron didn't care about ten gold coins, but if these money fell into Marte's hands, Ron would feel sick.

"Money? What money? That was given to me by Cecilia herself...ah..."

Before he could finish his sentence, there was another earth-shattering scream.

A pig that is about to be slaughtered is nothing more than that.

The second finger was moved to the back of the hand by Ron.

The position of the finger joints is almost ready to explode.

The intense pain made his whole body twitch constantly. The movement here also attracted the attention of many civilians around. They looked at this side with horror. No one expected that Ron would be so cruel and act without any hesitation.

He is obviously a priest.

Seeing those two fingers that had been twisted beyond recognition, almost everyone felt a dull pain in their fingers.

Ron was too lazy to talk to Malte. He reached out and groped around on Malte, and soon found a money bag. With a shake of his hand, several yellow copper plates fell to the ground with a clanking sound.

Just a few copper coins?

Although Cecilia's monthly salary is not much, she still has a few silver coins, all of which are given to Malte. In ten years, at least dozens of gold coins!

It was a civilian family with wealth that could never be used up in a lifetime.

Not to mention these, there are still the ten gold coins that Ron gave to Cecilia just before...

So much money, but only a few copper coins left?

"Where's the money?" Ron asked again in a gloomy voice.

Waves of stinging pain continued to spread through the fingers, arms, and into the brain, and there were scarlet bloodstains between the clenched teeth.

People who have never experienced it have no way of knowing what it would feel like to have their fingers cut off. It is even more unbearable than having your fingers chopped off.

But facing the ferocious Ron, Malte could only endure it desperately and replied in a hoarse voice: "The money is here...Give me another chance, I will definitely turn the tables, I will definitely win next time, and then I will return everything to you..."

Ron laughed contemptuously, he was still a bad gambler.

Fortunately, Cecilia was not really with Malte. Even if there was no such woman as Ava, Cecilia would never be happy with Malte.

Looking at Malte's parents, they were obviously not surprised by Malte's answer. They had known their son's character for a long time. If Cecilia hadn't sent money every quarter, they would have been unable to survive, right?

This family is all parasites lying on Cecilia's body sucking blood!

"Last question, what are you going to do to Cecilia after she leaves the church?" Ron raised his eyebrows.

This is not a necessary question, but Ron doesn't want Cecilia to still have any attachment to this man.

Cecilia had been standing quietly by the side, watching Ron torturing Malte without any sympathy in her heart, but when she heard this question, her eyes couldn't help but shrink slightly.

"Of course I will marry her, I will definitely marry her..." Malte replied subconsciously.

Ron exhaled slightly. Why can't this guy learn well after such a long time?

Click!