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

Seeing Seraphina turning around and leaving gracefully, the Marquis of York shouted from behind: "This time next year, I will be holding a grandson... Did you hear me? A grandson!"

"And, your first son must be named York... Do you understand?"

Serafina puffed her cheeks.

A small hand quietly placed on her lower abdomen. This kind of thing was not something she could decide.

Although everything that should have happened and what shouldn't have happened has happened, no one knows whether she will be able to conceive a child.

Serafina returned to her room.

She took off her armor, her slender and toned body reflected in the floor-length mirror. She took out a light blue dress with lace from the closet and tried it on herself.

She originally didn't like this kind of light clothes. For female knights, skirts could not provide as strong a defense as armor.

But, no matter what, Serafina is also a woman, and she also wants her lover to see her better side.

The bed was piled with dresses Serafina tried on, and she finally chose the first one.

After a brief hesitation, Serafina took out a pair of black stockings from the bottom of the closet...

Irelia once said that her lover is a perverted stocking addict, and his favorite thing is to tear up good stockings.

Seraphina couldn't understand this twisted hobby.

However, as long as her lover likes it, she will do her best to satisfy it.

Even the metal boots on her feet were replaced by a pair of crystal high heels by Serafina.

After doing this, Serafina picked up the four notes on the coffee table again and prepared to go find Ron.

Serafina has never been interested in these ancient documents, especially those written in ancient characters. The dense text will always make Serafina's head big.

But this time, I don’t know what happened, but by some strange coincidence, Serafina’s eyes fell on the note.

Perhaps, she just wanted to know what Ron was interested in, hoping that she and Ron could have more in common.

But the moment Serafina's eyes fell on the note, her body suddenly stiffened.

The words on the notebook seemed to come alive at this moment, and strange symbols twisted and squirmed in Seraphina's eyes.

The next moment, Serafina's body trembled suddenly, her hand loosened, and all four notes fell to the ground.

She covered her head with both hands, and her beautiful face was twisted to the extreme in an instant, like a ferocious demon.

Unreal, noisy, indescribable, and crazy mumblings penetrated my ears and entered my mind!

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Chapter 96 Will Ron’s heart be removed? (2)

Serafina pressed her ears hard, trying to stop the murmurs from infiltrating, but it had no effect. The illusory murmurs echoed directly in her mind.

It was as if a sharp-edged steel cone was embedded in my mind.

Spinning and scratching!

Dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and blue veins popped out.

The indescribable severe pain made her unable to stand firm, and she stumbled onto the bed, sometimes tense and sometimes limp. Her tall body tossed and turned on the bed, her amethyst-like eyes full of pain.

In the depths of those eyes, countless words are still squirming.

These strange words that Seraphina could not understand at all gradually twisted, as if hazy light and shadows overlapped together, as if constructing a strange painting.

Serafina's body was still twitching, but her eyes were wide open.

The picture peeking in front of me became more and more clear.

There, is the church.

It's the Morol Cathedral.

The church that was originally simple and full of sacred atmosphere has completely changed into something else.

Desolate, decayed, and filled with the smell of decay.

There seemed to be a layer of light red mist floating in the air, like blood mist, covering the entire world.

The statue of the Goddess of Dawn collapsed to the ground and was shattered. The church was so quiet that it was eerie. The scene that Serafina spied in front of her eyes was moving at a slow speed.

Finally, she saw a figure.

It was a nun. She fell to the ground, her body surrounded by scarlet blood. Her chest was cut open and her heart was missing.

No, not a nun...

As the picture in front of her gradually unfolded, more and more corpses appeared in front of Seraphina. Nuns, priests, and pastors, one after another, lay quietly on the ground, as if they were sleeping, and sticky blood covered the ground.

Crunch, crunch, click, click...

The weird chewing sound replaced the mumbling, echoing in Serafina's mind.

She couldn't help but have a dense layer of pimples all over her body.

She saw it, saw Irelia's figure, leaning against a pillar, gasping for breath, her amber eyes filled with deep sorrow and despair.

Her eyes were getting redder and redder, like blood.

She saw Cecilia's figure next to a mutilated statue. She seemed to have just escaped from the sea of ​​blood, and her whole body was bathed in rich scarlet.

Her body was shaking, her mouth was wide open, and she seemed to be screaming something, but her voice could not be heard clearly.

She saw that Virgil's body fell to one side, and his chest was slightly rising and falling, which seemed to prove that he was not dead yet.

However, there was a huge crack between the chest and abdomen, and the sticky internal organs were almost spread out.

She saw it and saw a female knight covered in blood.

That's herself!

The purple gem's eyes were dull, like a doll that had lost its vitality.

She saw it, saw Ron.

His body stood in the middle of the church, and a skinny claw penetrated his chest from behind and took out his heart.

Do not!

Serafina finally couldn't bear it anymore and let out a sharp cry.

She sat up from the bed with a whoosh, gasping for breath, her body soaked with sweat.

His widened eyes were filled with unbreakable fear, and his body couldn't stop shaking at all.

I don’t know how much time passed, but Serafina’s body finally slowly returned to calm. She slowly left the bed, squatted down, and picked up the pages of notes again.

The scene just now was so clear, as if it was really happening in front of you.

It was so real that Serafina despaired. In a daze, she could still smell the rich blood.

His eyes were silently fixed on a page of notes in his hand. This was Archibald's notes... However, when he saw this page of notes again, that strange scene never appeared again.

Ron will have his heart removed at Morrow Church.

When she saw Archibald's notes, she briefly saw the future.

Serafina clutched the note tightly, stood up suddenly, and walked out of the house. She could not allow this scene to happen, never.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw an old man standing outside.

That's the old butler of the York family!

He raised one hand as if preparing to knock on the door.

Seeing Serafina suddenly appearing at the door, the old housekeeper was stunned for a moment, and then stood up straight: "Miss, what happened to you just now? I think I heard you scream?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I saw a cockroach." Serafina forced a smile on her pale face: "You know, I am most afraid of things like this crawling around."

"This is really bad. I will tell the maid to tidy up your room again." The old housekeeper said immediately.

Seraphina nodded and walked out of the mansion. But after taking two steps, she suddenly stopped. She looked at the old butler with some suspicion and hesitation: "Uncle Anthony, do you think... Archibald is still alive?"

The old housekeeper didn't seem to expect that the eldest lady would suddenly ask such a question, and his face was full of astonishment. After a brief hesitation, he gave the answer: "That person is, after all, a blasphemer more powerful than a sage. No matter what, he will Not surprisingly."

"That's it."

Serafina raised her head and glanced at the night sky. The clouds blocked the sky and there was no moonlight.

Withdrawing his gaze, Serafina's figure quickly disappeared into the night.

……

The Sykes Hotel.

This was originally a gun cellar.

But now, it has become a hunting ground.

The entire hotel seemed to be shrouded in a light layer of scarlet, and the occasional screams were even more creepy.

A young man in businessman's clothes was walking quickly through the garden at the backyard of the Sykes Hotel. His face looked very gloomy.

He is a clad secret guard of the Spang Theocracy.

Of course, his apparent identity is that of a businessman walking between the Kingdom of Granville and the Theocracy of Spang.

Originally everything was going smoothly. Many nobles from other places were living in the Sykes Hotel. It was said that they all came for a purple weapon with a ten-fold enhancement that would appear at the auction the day after tomorrow.

Damn Granville people, they are so damn rich, they are actually willing to spend a lot of strengthening stones to strengthen a purple weapon to plus ten.

This kind of behavior would definitely be called a prodigal in the Spang Theocracy.

These nobles were arrogant and difficult to get along with, but under their deliberate tolerance, no irreconcilable conflicts occurred.

It was all normal at first, but as soon as night fell, these damn nobles suddenly turned into a group of lunatics, hunting people from the Spang Theocracy everywhere, and turned the largest hotel in Larnaca City into a mass grave.

In order to avoid being too conspicuous together, they originally lived on different floors and in different rooms and waited until late at night to gather for action. As a result, they now had to hide here and there, like mice being targeted by night owls.

Thinking of those gazes, the guard in brocade clothes was horrified. The gaze was even crazier than that of a strong man who had been in prison for ten years and was extremely energetic when he suddenly saw a beautiful girl taking off her clothes.

Pooh.

He spat, stretched out his hands to push aside the leaves in front of him, and peered ahead.

It was quiet in front of him, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to leave the flower bed, a heartbreaking pain suddenly came.

Looking down, he saw a gun head covered in blood in front of his chest.

His heart was drilled through.

puff!

The spear was retracted, and the body lost its support and fell to the ground. After struggling a few times, there was no more movement.

A slender and handsome young man walked out of the shadows behind him, took off the corpse's storage ring, and quickly found a token of a brocade-clad secret guard.

Bah, those barbaric idiots from Spang Theocracy actually dare to go to the Kingdom of Granville to cause trouble. If not, who will you kill?

These idiots probably don’t know yet, but their heads have already been opened...

A mysterious person has issued a bounty. Whoever can get the most Spang Theocracy spies' tokens will receive a bounty of up to 10,000 gold coins.

Ten thousand gold coins doesn't matter.

As the earl's son, he didn't care about the money.

What he wants is the honor of being the spy killer!

That was enough to make him hold his head high in the aristocratic circle. No one would dare to call him a sissy anymore, and Mrs. Bonnard would definitely look at him differently!

On the top floor of the hotel, Dolores quietly watched the scene below.

"Perhaps the nobles of the kingdom are not so hopeless. At least the younger generation has not been completely corrupted. This is something to be thankful for, right?" Dolores said quietly.

Right beside her, a female warrior wearing armor and with a silver mask on her face with a sky full of stars engraved on it appeared silently.

"He said he doesn't want you to take action." The female warrior finally spoke slowly, her voice a little hoarse.

"I didn't take action. I stayed in the room quietly and didn't do anything." Dolores looked innocent. After a brief pause, a slightly obsessed smile appeared on the face of Princess Dolores again. : "Haha, that is the husband that I, Dolores, have chosen."

The smile on his face gradually changed, becoming cold and bloody: