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

You can't see the expression on her face clearly, but you can see through her eyes how helpless the female warrior named Anna is feeling at this moment.

Delores turned her head and glanced at the crumbling hotel building behind her: "It seems that we have to change our accommodation."

"Go to the City Lord's Mansion. There is no need to hide your identity anymore."

"After all, the Marquis of York's daughter and I have fallen in love with the same man. We still need to have a good communication in this regard."

……

On the other hand, Ron was not in a hurry to return to the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.

Instead, he took Lydia and Charlene to another building opposite the Sykes Hotel.

Just before, Ron had felt the gaze of a certain existence through the window.

It seemed to be an old man with white hair and beard.

The scene was very brief and passed by in a blink of an eye. Ron had no chance to see the man clearly. In addition, he had to prepare for the assassination of Melville and the Inquisitor of Hell at the time, so Ron had to give up his plan to check.

Now that the matter is over, Ron doesn't feel that the other person is still in the room, but he still plans to go over and take a look.

This is also a hotel, but the scale is much smaller than the Sykes Hotel, and the consumption is not as exaggerated as the Sykes Hotel.

The hotel is still a bit chaotic.

Many guests can be seen leaving with large and small suitcases in their hands. Although the main battlefield is at the Sykes Hotel, this place has also been affected to some extent.

Even the hotel waiters disappeared completely.

Above your head, you can see the magic chandelier shaking violently, and the snow-white walls are covered with cracks of varying sizes... Although the impact was not that exaggerated, it still looked scary enough.

But this actually made it convenient for Ron. Following the location in his memory, Ron headed upstairs.

The stairs were also filled with guests who were eager to leave. Under the crowd, bumps and bumps were inevitable, and a man in a white robe accidentally bumped into Ron.

"Ah, sorry."

The man apologized quickly.

Ron looked over and saw that he was a slender middle-aged man. Unlike the others, this guy didn't even salute. It seemed that he was frightened by the movement at the Sykes Hotel.

"It's okay." Ron wasn't the type to quibble over such a small matter. "Actually, there's no need to be so anxious. It looks like the Sykes Hotel is done."

"Really? That's great." The middle-aged man suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief: "But it's better to leave here early. If anything happens and this hotel collapses, I will have to Buried inside.”

The middle-aged man said quickly. He seemed to be very scared and did not dare to stay on the stairs for too long. His figure was quickly submerged in the crowd and disappeared in a short time.

Ron frowned slightly, feeling like he had seen that middle-aged man somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

He carefully searched his mind for people of his age who he knew, but still found nothing.

Speaking of which, a grown man actually wears perfume... Could this guy be a curvy person?

Ron accidentally thought of a bad scene, and his body shivered. He shook his head and walked upstairs faster.

It was obviously only a few floors away, but because the stairs were all packed, it actually took Ron and the three of them nearly half an hour to get to the top floor... If I had known better, I wouldn't have taken the stairs. It might have been faster to just climb the wall. a little.

It didn't take long for Ron to find the room. When he was about to open the door, he suddenly frowned and a strange smell floated out from the crack in the door and entered Ron's nose.

It was like an octopus that had rotted and been exposed to the sun for two days and two nights in the middle of summer.

The disgusting smell instantly activated Ron's memory.

The potion shop that Herman visited.

The dead shop owner released this weird smell.

A bad premonition grew in Ron's heart. He made a gesture to Lidya and Charlene. The two women had the same mind with Ron. Charlene suddenly disappeared, and Lidya also took out the dark staff, ready for battle.

Immediately, Ron suddenly raised his foot and kicked the door open with a bang.

call……

The strong stench lost its seal and surged forward.

In an instant, Ron felt that the air had become extremely thick.

Charlene and Lydia could be heard retching uncontrollably. These two women, Charlene as a killer, were used to seeing blood and internal organs, and Lydia as an undead witch, was often in contact with corpses and wreckage. It was no exaggeration to say that they were experienced. But at this moment, even these two women could not bear the taste. You can imagine how bad it tasted.

Ron's throat was also crawling, and his belly was rolling.

It seemed like I might vomit out whatever I ate for lunch at any time.

The stench here is far stronger than that of the potion shop.

He held his breath and looked forward with difficulty. He didn't know if it was because the air was too polluted, but Ron even felt that the scene in front of him was hazy.

Covering his mouth and nose, Ron walked along the wall, trying not to disturb the scene.

Under your feet, you can feel a strange stickiness.

The polluted air and weird atmosphere stimulated Ron so much that tiny bumps appeared on his arms. He reached out and rubbed the wall and found the switch.

pat!

Dim yellow lights filled the room.

Looking around, there were five figures lying in the room.

He was motionless, his chest did not rise and fall at all, and he had obviously lost his breath.

Five people died at once. No wonder the stench here was so much stronger than that of the potion dispensary.

The five people were all old men in their sixties or seventies, with messy hair like bird's nests.

Their identities seem to be different. There is a noble in gorgeous clothes, a businessman wearing gold and silver, a homeless man in rags, a scholar who looks gentle, and one who should be a farmer... It is hard to imagine why these five people would get together.

Right in the middle of the five people was a hexagonal magic circle, and the five people fell in one corner of the magic circle.

Further out, six candles were placed according to the positions of several people, but they had all been extinguished. Perhaps these were the candles that Ron had glimpsed before.

Judging from the layout of the scene, one person is missing.

Ron's brows furrowed more and more.

He suppressed his nausea and moved closer, pushing aside the messy hair that covered their faces one by one, and faces appeared in front of Ron.

Ron's heart skipped a beat.

The five people, I don't know if it's because they are too old. Although the features on their faces are different, at a glance, there is a strange feeling of similarity.

Ron didn't touch the body anymore, and just took two steps back.

He turned on his spiritual vision.

However, there was nothing in front of him, not even a speck of spiritual light.

This is not normal.

It is said that the soul of a life that has just died will gradually spread. This room should be filled with spiritual lights everywhere, and there will never be nothing like now.

In other words, these five old men lost not only their lives, but even... their souls.

"Damn..." It seemed that although the room was strange, there was no danger, and Charlene finally emerged from invisibility.

She frowned and said, "It stinks here. I don't know how much perfume I need to spray to cover up the stink."

Ron chuckled.

As expected of a woman, these are the first things that come to mind.

But soon, the smile on Ron's face suddenly stiffened.

perfume?

The middle-aged man in a white robe.

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Chapter 107 Pope’s Green (3)

perfume?

The middle-aged man in a white robe.

The strong smell of perfume even made Ron wonder if the guy had a problem with his sexual orientation. Otherwise, how could a grown man spray such a strong perfume on his body?

But Charlene's words reminded Ron that maybe there was nothing wrong with that man's orientation. He sprayed strong perfume on his body just to hide something.

For example, corpse odor?

There were no signs of any fighting in the room.

In other words, the sixth man and these five old men obviously knew each other. They all trusted each other very much and did not believe that the sixth man would take action against them.

The appearance of the five old men, the owners of the potion shop, and middle-aged men kept spinning in Ron's mind.

A clue is quickly becoming clear.

Ron finally thought about why he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when he first saw the middle-aged man. It always felt like he had seen that face somewhere, but the middle-aged man searched all the memories in his mind and couldn't find anything that matched it.

He was going in the wrong direction.

The middle-aged man was not similar to any middle-aged man Ron knew. He was similar to the old man in the potion shop.

It was just because the age gap between the two was so big that Ron couldn't think of it immediately.

Ron left the room and leaned against the wall in the corridor, staring at the five corpses in the room.

Various images were playing in his mind, and he tried to connect the clues he had obtained so far...

A mysterious and strange ceremony is obviously taking place here.

Ron didn't know the purpose of the ceremony yet, but it might have something to do with him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have felt that kind of gaze before.

There must be some kind of blood relationship between these five old men with different identities and statuses, otherwise it would be difficult to explain this strange sense of similarity.

If that middle-aged man is really the mysterious sixth person, then there is a problem. The age gap is too big...

Wait a moment.

What if the mysterious middle-aged man met these five old men in the form of old men? It was after the party that he transformed into a middle-aged man.

Although this kind of speculation seems a bit unbelievable, in this world full of extraordinary things, anything can happen.

The mysterious middle-aged man was the murderer of these five people. After killing the five old people, he absorbed the lives and even souls of the five old people, thereby making himself younger.

In this case, the owner of the potion shop should have been killed by this mysterious middle-aged man.

Ron's mind opened up, and all kinds of thoughts surged wildly in his mind. In the end, Ron smiled.

He remembered a strange thought he had when he first met the old man in the potion shop... That old man was inexplicably similar to Abraham, the old priest of the Church of the Dawn Goddess.

The most important point is that in Ron's game experience, there is no memory of Father Abraham at all.

He seemed to appear out of nowhere.

All kinds of messy clues finally connected into a line at this time. After a long time, Ron let out a long breath, with an expression of relief on his face.

A long-held inference deep in my heart was finally confirmed, albeit only from the side.

He grabbed another tail of the repairman, and it was a particularly thick one.

Unlike Herman, who was a small role that was temporarily called upon, this time, it may be an important piece on the chessboard.

"Charlene, I have to say, you are really too smart." Ron thanked him sincerely. If it weren't for Charlene's casual words, Ron wouldn't have known how long he would have wasted before he could put these things together. Are the messy clues connected?

"Huh?" Charlene looked strange.

This woman in a tight leather jacket had no idea why her master would praise her inexplicably, but she was still very happy in her heart and laughed a little silly.

"Let's go."

When Ron brought Charlene and Lydia back to the branch of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, Gerald, Irelia, Virgil, Cecilia, and even Seraphina had been waiting there for a long time.

It can be seen from their expressions that they are quite worried.

They naturally knew what was going on at the Sykes Hotel, and since Ron never came back after leaving the church, they were all worried that Ron might be involved in some trouble again.

I wanted to go over and take a look, but the Marquis of York showed up in person and said that someone would take care of things over there.

As the great saint, Christian didn't make any move. It was obvious that the great saint already knew something in advance.

Seeing Ron return safely, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.