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

"Your special talent can make the dagger in your hand appear instantly... ah no, it should be said to replace a part of the other person's heart, thereby directly taking away the other person's life."

Ahhhh... Charlene pursed her lips, look, look, look, he really knows everything.

He even knew her special talent, which was her biggest secret.

The believers of the Eternal Freedom Sect, and even the Four-Pillar Divine Envoy, only know that she has a very high success rate in assassination when she is close to her, and she almost never misses, but they don't know exactly how she does it.

But the man in front of her could directly tell her talent.

Fortunately, he didn't take action. He must have already prepared countermeasures based on his talent, such as magical interference. Otherwise, there would not be such obvious disappointment in his tone.

If Ron had known that he would come to kill him, then the surroundings of this room...

Sharin's pupils shrank again, her body tensed, and she glanced around with the corner of her eye. Although the room was quiet, it seemed as if a powerful enemy might appear from the void at any time.

She was not in a hurry to escape. When there might be ambushes all around, exposing her back to the enemy would be the stupidest thing to do.

Of course, Charlene didn't know that her actions had revealed all her innermost thoughts.

"Please do not worry."

"I'm the only one in the room." Ron's voice came from the front again, as soft and calm as ever, without any fluctuation.

"There is a chair behind you, you can sit down first."

Tch, only a fool would believe that, Charlene muttered in her heart.

Snapped.

Ron finally closed the book in front of him.

He sighed quietly, seeming a little regretful that the rare time of being able to read was broken.

"Would you like something to drink? Coffee or black tea?" Ron stretched his arms and walked towards the cabinet next to him, on which were placed a kettle and several cups, as well as some ground and mixed instant coffee and black tea.

As if she felt that there was no point in continuing to remain invisible, Charlene pursed her lips and finally dispelled the invisibility spell.

She opened her mouth slightly, but Ron didn't give her a chance to speak: "Let's have coffee. You seem to like coffee very much. Have you been drinking it in the hall all morning?"

Charlene's expression changed again.

This man had noticed her a long time ago, so she thought her casual clothes were perfect for hiding.

He really knows everything.

This feeling of having everything seen through made Charlene feel a strong sense of frustration.

Charlene did not try to escape again. She was convinced that in the face of this controlling existence, any attempt to escape or assassinate would be in vain.

Charlene has carried out hundreds of missions, but has never encountered such a formidable enemy.

The only good thing is that the other party doesn't seem to have any plans to kill him for the time being.

At this moment, Ron, who was holding two cups of coffee, finally turned around and glanced at the female assassin who was sitting obediently on the chair. Well, it was the same as he remembered... no, it was even more exaggerated than he remembered. Tights are indeed the most figure-enhancing clothing.

Look at her plump chest, slender waist, and especially her exaggerated long legs. Even a woman who doesn't look particularly outstanding still adds to her heart-stirring charm.

As if to facilitate assassination, her chestnut hair was cut short, just reaching her mouth, giving people a clean and neat feeling. In fact, Charlene can also be described as good-looking, but she is a little inferior to top beauties like Dolores and Christian.

There was a white belt tied around her waist, which was in stark contrast to the black tights. It was this belt that accidentally broke the vase.

Although from Ron's perspective, Charlene's waist was slender enough that she didn't need a belt to accentuate it...

Ron handed over a cup of coffee.

The slender fingers wrapped in black gauze took the coffee obediently and quietly.

"By the way, which one of the four divine messengers asked you to kill me? Agnes?"

"Probably not. Agnes and I have a very good relationship."

Charlene shook her hand and her face changed slightly. The target of the assassination this time was actually very close to Lady Agnes, one of the Four Pillars of God?

Could it be that this assassination was not just about apostasy, but also involved a power struggle within the Eternal Freedom Sect?

Damn it, if she had known this, she would not have accepted the task of assassinating Ron.

The internal strife among the four pillars of divine envoys was not something she, as an apostle, could intervene in.

Disturbed, Charlene habitually brought the coffee to her lips.

She had to complain that even the seemingly omnipotent prophet had some things that he was not good at.

The coffee was brewed very poorly, and there were even lumps that didn't spread out.

She took small sips and finished all the coffee in no time. Charlene was not worried that Ron would poison the coffee. After all, for this person who controlled everything, there was no need to poison the coffee... He could just arrange some experts in the room and kill her at any time.

He saved his life, probably just to get some information from her...

Charlene thought so.

Then, a strong wave of tiredness swept over her, and Charlene felt that her eyelids were extremely heavy, and she might close them at any time.

She suddenly raised her head, her voice filled with incredible surprise: "You...you put drugs in the coffee?"

You are a prophet...I believe in you so much!

The bitterness of the coffee masked the taste of the potion.

As soon as he raised his head, his chestnut eyes met Ron's eyes that were sparkling with silver light.

Mental interference!

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Chapter 94 The Master’s Task (Additional update for the leader)

Charlene's head was completely confused, and the strong urge to fall asleep continued to torture Charlene's will.

The most ironic thing was that when she drank the coffee, she was still thinking that Ron would never poison her.

For killers of Charlene's level, their will is very firm, and they can easily break away from the ordinary sleeping potion... However, just when Charlene subconsciously raised her head because she realized that she was being drugged, she happened to face him. caught Ron's eyes.

Mental interference made Charlene's thinking begin to slow down.

Although it was only a few seconds, it was enough for the effect of the sleeping potion to spread in Charlene's body.

When the effect of the mental interference disappeared, Charlene's eyes completely drooped, and her body that had just stood up a little fell crookedly to the side, lying on the bed.

Honestly, it's a bit of a bad posture.

Using magic potions is indeed a despicable and shameless method.

However, Ron has never been someone who cares about these details.

No matter how despicable or shameless, the final winner is the one who can accomplish his goal.

He casually threw the two glass bottles in his pocket into the trash can. These two bottles of sleeping potion came from Dawn Farouk, the same idiot who had just crossed over to this world and attacked him from behind, trying to defeat him. Found in the storage ring.

As a member of the Eternal Freedom Sect, Dawn Farouk's storage ring contains many similar things.

They seem to often use this kind of thing to prey on women. They are really a bunch of shameless people.

Ron complained in his heart and his eyes fell on Charlene again. Looking at her buttocks wrapped in a tight leather jacket that were raised because she was lying on the bed, Ron waved his hand and slapped her.

!

A layer of waves.

Are you an idiot trying to kill me?

Fortunately, it was this idiot who came this time. If it were any other apostle, it would not be so easy to deal with.

Ron muttered to himself as he took out a scroll from his storage ring.

This scroll is a little different from the ordinary brown magic scroll. It is silver-white all over, but it is covered with some red marks, like chains.

This is one of the rewards Ron just received from ten consecutive draws, a high-level contract document.

Spread the contract documents and place them in front of Charlene.

Then he grabbed Charlene's right hand, took off the gauze glove, took out a knife, and cut Charlene's palm.

After smearing it casually, red blood stains were already spread all over the palm of my hand.

Ron blinked and asked the ghost assassin Miss Charlene for her opinion: "Miss Charlene, are you willing to sign this contract?"

"not talking?"

"Then I'll take it as your acquiescence."

Immediately, he took Charlene's right hand and pressed it heavily on the contract document.

As a bloody handprint appeared, the scarlet light on the document suddenly became brighter.

The red chains seemed to come alive, like venomous snakes, constantly twisting around the high-level contract document, and eventually spread to Charlene next to her.

Tangled hard and squirmed slowly.

His slim and slender body had sunken marks all over his body.

Like a chain made of solidified blood, it was sinking into Charlene's body little by little, until finally, it disappeared completely.

There was only a scarlet collar on her slender neck, engraved with dense, intricate and complex runes, and half a chain hanging on Sharin's chest.

[The contract has been made, and those who violate it will suffer the pain of ecstasy! 】

[Beep, the system prompts, congratulations to the host for successfully surviving the assassination of the Eternal Freedom Sect, and receiving the mission reward: increased spirit by 300, and increased strength by 300! 】

The sound echoed in Ron's ears, and then, with a puff, a cluster of flames appeared on the advanced contract document, and the scroll turned into a pile of ashes.

This is a permanent contract. In addition to recharging money in the game, there are krypton gold exclusive props that cannot be obtained through other channels...

After all, many players can make all kinds of mistakes even if they are watching the game and the guide at the same time. Therefore, the game company has prepared a special benefit for these players. With only 648, you can get ten chances to draw a prize, and each time you draw a prize, there is a very high probability of % to get a high-level contract document.

It is very overbearing and once it is signed, it cannot be removed for life.

As for the effect, it is equivalent to a high-intensity slave contract, completely unilateral.

As long as you can stun the person you like and stamp your fingerprint on the contract document, then congratulations, she is yours.

Although this thing is despised by many technology tycoons, it is very popular among the Kryptonian community.

From now on, Charlene, the ghost assassin, the ninth seat of the Thirteen Apostles of the Eternal Freedom Sect, a heroic master, will become a sharp sword in his hand.

And this sword will soon have a chance to show off its edge.

Ron smiled slightly and threw a healing spell on Charlene.

He finally learned this priest's signature skill while on the Soul Crossing Boat.

After all, Charlene will be used by him from now on, so she naturally needs to take better care of her.

[Beep, the system prompts, congratulations to the host for successfully killing the Jinyi secret guard*1, and receiving the reward of ten consecutive lottery tickets*1 in advance! 】

[Beep, the system prompts, congratulations to the host for successfully killing the Jinyi secret guard*1, and receiving the reward of ten consecutive lottery tickets*1 in advance! 】

[Beep, the system prompts, congratulations to the host for successfully killing the Jinyi secret guard*1, and receiving the reward of ten consecutive lottery tickets*1 in advance! 】

At this moment, three system prompts sounded one after another.

The smile on Ron's face became even brighter. It seemed that the seeds he had cast before had begun to grow and sprout.

At this moment, the group of killers arranged by the Spang Theocracy are no longer killers, but prey in the eyes of the second generation nobles who are trying to gain merit.

Compared with the older generation of nobles, although these second generation are arrogant and domineering, they have not completely lost their spirit.

Maybe the strength of these second-generation nobles is not that great, but the bodyguards around them are all experts who have been killed for a long time.

Everything is developing according to plan.

Ron stuffed a small bottle in front of Charlene's nostrils. As the strong and pungent smell penetrated into Charlene's nasal cavity, the killer's nose twitched slightly, his brows frowned twice, and he finally woke up from his coma.

She seemed still a little confused. As chaotic memories flooded into her mind, the expression on Charlene's face began to become more and more angry. When she saw the scarlet stain on the bed, the woman shuddered and woke up completely.

Her eyes widened and she pointed at Ron with a trembling finger: "You...you...you are shameless."

"You actually drugged me. You actually took advantage of me sleeping and did such a shameless thing to me..."

Oh, God.

Who are the believers of the Eternal Freedom Sect?