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

Why can a dignified prophet be so despicable? Is this still a prophet?

With grief and anger in her heart, Charlene's little face turned red. She was not a very smart person, and she lost her ability to think at this moment. She screamed and rushed towards Ron with her slender body.

The sharp dagger tore out a dazzling light in mid-air.

Seeing the cold light approaching, Ron's expression remained unchanged. He just stared at the crazy woman in front of him with a playful look.

Sure enough, just as Charlene took a step towards Ron, before her little feet even had time to land, scarlet chains suddenly appeared on Charlene's slender body, crisscrossing and connecting into a standard tortoise shell pattern.

Ron's mouth trembled slightly. He didn't understand why the pattern formed by the chains was so bad. Speaking of which, this female killer's figure was really bad.

Charlene's face changed slightly. She didn't know what happened to these chains. Just when she tried to break free, the chains suddenly tightened.

"what……"

The next moment was Charlene's painful scream.

His body seemed to be entangled by a giant python, and the ever-tightening chains were almost tearing his skin, and even his bones seemed to be breaking inch by inch.

It was pain that seeped into the bone marrow.

That’s not all. The two chains even penetrated into her soul silently, as if they had opened their sharpest fangs and were tearing and biting her soul.

Pfft!

The body that had just stood up immediately fell to the ground, twisting, twitching and struggling violently.

There were dense beads of sweat on his forehead, small face, and neck.

Seeing that it was almost done, Ron snapped his fingers.

Soon, the chains on Sharlin's body disappeared silently, leaving Sharlin alone lying on the ground, gasping for breath. Even while lying on the ground, her deformed chest did not tremble at all.

The little face was pale, and there was unshakable fear in his eyes.

For a short period of time, it felt like hell.

It was unknown how much time had passed before Charlene finally recovered a little. She struggled to get up from the ground, her legs still shaking uncontrollably.

My whole body was soaked, and the inside of my tights was sticky.

A pair of eyes filled with fear stared at Ron: "You...what did you do to me?"

"Nothing, I just signed a contract while you were asleep, with your consent!" Ron nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, you are willing, I asked you, and you didn't refuse."

I didn’t volunteer at all, you said I was asleep...Charlene was so angry that her lips were trembling.

Why do I always feel that the man in front of me is more like a cultist than a member of the Eternal Freedom Sect?

Charlene took deep breaths and tried hard to suppress the urge to attack Ron deep in her heart. She really didn't want to go through what she had just experienced again.

She could feel that the mysterious scarlet chain had not really disappeared.

They are entrenched around the heart, turning into a cage to wrap around the heart.

If she tried to attack Ron, or disobeyed Ron's orders, the chains would emerge, causing her hellish pain. If she was really about to kill Ron, these chains would instantly break her heart.

This is something worse than a slave indenture.

Charlene was very unwilling... No normal person would want to have such terrible shackles on themselves.

But no matter how unwilling she was, Charlene had to accept her current situation.

Seeing Charlene's expression, Ron knew that the ghost assassin lady had understood her fate. He stretched his arms and relaxed his stiff body: "It seems that you have understood your current situation."

"Of course, you don't have to feel sad. Maybe after some time, you might want to thank me. After all, I saved your life."

Seeing that Charlene still looked a little unconvinced, Ron didn't care.

"As for now, I will give you the first task of my master."

Master's mission?

Charlene's expression changed slightly. She subconsciously covered her chest with both hands and looked at the master opposite her with horror.

She had seen a lot of things in the Church of Eternal Freedom, those women who were ordered by their so-called masters to do this or that. The scene was really terrible.

This bastard, what does he want to do?

At this moment, Ron's eyes suddenly turned sharp.

His eyes flicked toward the window, and he felt a strange and twisted gaze.

Just opposite, a figure flashed past the window of another building.

Although it was only a short moment, Ron still saw it. It was an old man with white beard and hair.

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Chapter 95 I may be dead (1)

Ron stared out the window for a while before looking away and returning his gaze to Charlene.

Charlene's movement of folding her arms and her wary eyes made Ron feel a little strange.

This is not the reaction that members of the Eternal Free Sect should have.

If he was really a member of the Church of Eternal Freedom, at this moment, shouldn't he have taken off his tights neatly and then used the most advanced technology in the entire Dusk Continent at his disposal to do everything possible to please his master?

Although, in Ron's eyes, the tight leather jacket was the highlight.

Although, Ron doesn't have this idea yet, it's not the right time.

"You are a believer in the Eternal Freedom Sect. Do you still care about this?" Ron asked the question in his heart.

In the game, he did not conquer the seven women among the Thirteen Apostles, and his understanding of the apostles was limited to the CGs and text descriptions released by other players on the forum.

He suddenly remembered that although CGs of the other six apostles were often released on the forum, the comments given by players were all enthusiastic.

However, it seems that I have never seen Charlene before.

Among the Thirteen Apostles, the girl in front of her, whose IQ is not very high, seems to be an alternative among the alternative.

"Of course!" Charlene raised her head proudly: "I am an apostle!"

"So, what then?"

Facing Ron's questioning, Charlene suddenly became a little ashamed, her head drooped, and her left and right index fingers kept circling: "In the Eternal Freedom Sect, apostles are different from ordinary believers below."

"Apostles never participate in those low-level, animal-like parties."

"What the apostles pursue is not only the pleasure of the body, but also the collision of the soul. In the sect, the thirteen apostles are paired in pairs. Except for occasionally being asked to serve by the messengers of God, they are basically In a normal relationship between husband and wife, even if there is a banquet like that, the only people who can participate are the divine messengers and other apostles."

Two pairs are paired, and Charlene is the one left.

"You've never been chosen by anyone?" Ron raised his eyebrows.

Charlene was even more ashamed. After a long time, she replied in a voice like a mosquito's hum: "Huh... they think I'm stupid..."

Ron's lips trembled.

I'm afraid it's not because she dislikes Charlene for being stupid.

The most important reason is Charlene's terrifying talent.

It is easy to kill someone within a range of 1.5 meters. Unless magic intervention is done in advance, even a legendary master will be dead or seriously injured.

This is very scary. Based on Ron's understanding of the divine envoys and apostles of the Eternal Freedom Sect, they are extremely cautious in character. Even if they are prepared for magical intervention, they will never allow threats like Charlene to approach him.

Then, the ghost assassin in front of him suddenly pursed his lips: "Besides, the other six female apostles are all more beautiful than me."

This is the truth.

According to the CG released, each of these apostles is a kind of demon and charming, charming to the core.

Perhaps their figures and looks are not the best, but they are definitely the ones that can arouse the most excitement in men.

Compared with those apostles, Charlene, who is a bit silly, is indeed not very competitive, so it is normal for her to be left behind.

Ron exhaled slightly: "Don't worry, you are not stupid, you are smart."

Charlene raised her head suddenly, and her originally depressed expression suddenly brightened: "Really?"

"Of course, I am a prophet and I don't lie to others."

Ron said sternly: "It won't be long before you find out how smart it is for you to voluntarily sign a contract with me."

Charlene grinned, she didn't sign voluntarily.

But Charlene was still a little happy.

After all, this was the first time since she was a child that someone said she wasn't stupid... Even her parents often heard that she was stupid to death.

Seeing Charlene's appearance, Ron felt a rare sense of guilt deep in his heart.

He rubbed his forehead and suppressed the strange thoughts in his mind: "Ahem, all right, Miss Charlene, stay hidden and pay close attention to the surroundings. If anyone approaches, notify me at any time."

Charlene let out a breath. She wanted to refuse and didn't want to obey Ron's orders so quickly. However, the scarlet chains looming on her skin and were about to emerge made Charlene understand what would happen if she didn't obey.

Right in front of Ron, Charlene's figure gradually became transparent, and then she could no longer be seen.

To be fair, not counting her slightly lacking IQ, Charlene is really excellent from the perspective of an assassin.

Ron glanced out the window again. His vision was very good. Even with the curtains blocking his view, he could still vaguely see several figures in the building opposite.

The sun has set, and clouds cover the sky.

The dancing candlelight reflected on the curtains, swaying in the wind, and it seemed that some kind of mysterious party was being held opposite.

After this awakening, various strange events around him increased significantly.

This is not a good sign.

After a long time, Ron withdrew his gaze and sat quietly at the desk again. For him, the most important thing now was to deal with the killers sent by Spang Theocracy and Apu.

In the slightly longer future, he still had many things to arrange, so he picked up a pen and wrote quickly on a piece of white paper:

"Dear brother Virgil, when you read this letter, I may be dead..."

"I just want to ask you one thing. After I die, please immediately..."

……

City Lord's Mansion.

The Marquess of York's study.

This is a tall, middle-aged man with a gentle appearance. His slightly protruding belly proves that his figure has begun to get out of shape.

Looking at his daughter dressed in armor and full of heroic spirit, the Marquis of York felt a little lonely.

This feeling was something I had never experienced even when my daughter got married.

But this time, the Marquis of York understood that his precious daughter might really be abducted.

The Marquis of York has already investigated the identity of the other party.

Ron Copperfield.

The eldest son of the Copperfield family of the Spang Theocracy, a scholar of ancient characters, apostate of the Church of Eternal Freedom, senior priest of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, good brother of Virgil, blasphemer of the Great Saint Christian, a prophet, and a lover of wives.

He has many titles, all in all, he is a very complicated guy.

He killed Hermann, the only son of Archdeacon Ap.

This will definitely cause him some trouble.

The Marquis of York did not want his family to be involved in a conflict of this level. Although the Marquis was noble, he was still vulnerable to such a behemoth.

However, he also understood that this was also an opportunity for the York family.

If you bet correctly, your fortune will skyrocket.

If we could leave a prophet's bloodline to the York family...

The middle-aged man's eyes began to brighten... After a few seconds, the excitement and madness in the Marquis of York's eyes gradually faded away. He opened the drawer, took out a few plastic-sealed papers and handed them to Serafina.

The Marquis of York looked pained: "Three Archibald's notes, one Partridge's note... Oh, damn, my dearest daughter, you know your father, I want to collect these things , how much energy and wealth have been spent?”

In front of her father, Serafina also rarely showed a little bit of playfulness. She took the note and saluted her father: "Thank you!"

The Marquis of York's eyes suddenly widened, oh, damn, listen, what is this called? Thanks? With two words, he defrauded him of the treasure he had worked so hard to collect for most of his life?