Chapter 106: Should Have a Child First (2)

There was madness in Lydia's eyes. She felt that she had finally found hope in her life and finally saw the goal she had been working towards.

Royal family, nobility, church!

These are the three huge mountains weighing down the entire population of the Spong Theocracy. As long as these three mountains are pushed down, no one knows what the Spong Theocracy will become, but it will definitely not be worse than it is now.

It's not that Lydia didn't consider what kind of impact would be caused if a riot really started. She just knew that if she did nothing and didn't try, the Spang Theocracy would never change. Just as her master said, no matter how many countries the Spang Theocracy conquered and how much territory it took, the civilians of the Spang Theocracy could only live like slaves.

This country is rotten from the root.

Ron was very satisfied with the current training... ahem, guidance.

He knew the principle of knowing when to stop and did not continue to instill more ideas into Lydia. He stretched his arms vigorously. A whole night of fighting was really exhausting. After all, he had fought a series of round-robin battles with four masters, Charlene, the Judge of Hell, Melville, and Lydia. For Ron, who was only at the Extraordinary Nine Stars, this was really not easy... Ron thought shamelessly in his heart.

He walked towards Dolores and said, "Thank you for your assistance, Princess."

Ron knew very well that no other forces had come to interfere in the battle until now, which was obviously arranged by Dolores.

Moreover, Dolores might have helped in hunting down Lydia's thirteen secret guards and executioners, and even in preventing Lydia from appearing on the battlefield quickly to stop the fight between Melville and the Judge of Hell.

Although his plan was quite complete, it would never have been so smooth without Dolores' help.

Even though Ron had said before that he didn't need help, he was still grateful for helping Dolores.

Dolores smiled gently and said, "You are the man I have chosen. No matter who wants to make a move on you, they must get past me first."

My sister is so cool!

As expected of the princess, she speaks in a domineering manner.

After a few brief greetings, Ron left with Charlene and Lydia.

With two heroic guards around him, Ron felt completely safe.

Dolores did not try to persuade him to stay, but just stared at Ron's back silently until he could no longer be seen. Then Dolores withdrew her gaze, and her pretty face suddenly puffed up, and she looked quite cute.

She seemed a little angry: "He is the man I have chosen, but now he is giving advice to another woman. He is really a playboy."

It was obvious that Dolores was not happy with Ron's guidance of Lydia. She tilted her head and thought for a while: "Sure enough, I should give birth to the child first, so that I can keep him by my side."

"Isn't that right, Sister Anna?"

A female warrior wearing armor and a silver-white mask on her face emerged silently from Dolores' side.

I couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, but I could tell from her eyes how helpless this female warrior named Anna was feeling at this moment.

Dolores turned her head and glanced at the crumbling hotel building behind her: "It seems that we have to move to another place."

"Let's go to the City Lord's Mansion. There is no need to hide your identity any longer."

"After all, the daughter of the Marquis of York and I have our eyes on the same man. We need to have a good discussion on this matter."

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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 presence through the window.

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

The scene was very brief and flashed by, so Ron had no chance to see the man's appearance clearly. In addition, he had to prepare for the assassination attempts by Melville and the Judge of Hell at the time, so Ron had to give up the plan to check.

Now that it was over, Ron didn't think the other person was still in the room, but he still planned to go over and take a look.

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

The hotel was a bit chaotic.

Many guests can be seen leaving with large and small boxes of luggage. 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 eager to leave. In the crowd, bumps and collisions were inevitable. A man in a white robe accidentally bumped into Ron.

"Oh, sorry."

The man apologized quickly.

Ron looked over and saw a slender middle-aged man. Unlike the others, this guy didn't even bring a greeting. It seemed that he was frightened by the commotion 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 breathed a sigh of relief. "However, it's better to leave here as soon as possible. If something really happens and the hotel collapses, I will be buried inside."

The middle-aged man spoke quickly. He seemed very scared and didn't dare to stay on the stairs for too long. His figure was quickly submerged in the crowd and disappeared not long after.

Ron frowned slightly. He felt as if he had seen the middle-aged man somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where he was.

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

By the way, a grown man actually sprays perfume on his body... Could this guy be gay? Ron accidentally thought of a bad scene, shivered, shook his head, and quickened his pace to go upstairs.

It was only a few floors, but because the stairs were full, it took Ron and the other two nearly half an hour to reach the top floor... If they had known earlier, they would not have taken the stairs. It might have been faster to climb the wall directly.

Not long after, Ron found the room. Just as he was about to push open the door, he frowned slightly. A strange smell floated out from the crack in the door and entered Ron's nostrils.

It's like an octopus that has been rotting and exposed to the sun for two days and two nights in the hot summer.

The disgusting smell instantly activated Ron's memory.

The potion shop that Hermann visited.

The dead shop owner gave off this strange smell.

A bad premonition grew in Ron's heart. He made a gesture to Lydia and Charlene. The two women and Ron were in tune with each other. Charlene's figure suddenly disappeared, and Lydia also took out a dark staff and prepared for battle.

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

call……

The strong stench was no longer blocked and surged in.

In an instant, Ron felt that the air became extremely sticky.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

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 wriggling and his abdomen was churning.

It seemed like I could throw up whatever I ate at noon at any time.

The stench here is much stronger than that in 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 in along the wall, trying not to disturb the scene.

Under my feet, I 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.

Snap!

The dim light filled the room.

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

He was completely motionless, with no sign of his chest rising or falling, and it was obvious that he had already stopped breathing.

Five people died at once. No wonder the stench here is so much stronger than that in the potion room.

There were five men, all in their sixties or seventies, with messy hair that looked like a bird's nest.

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, there was a hexagonal magic circle, and the five people fell in a corner of the magic circle respectively.

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

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

Ron's frown deepened.

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.

Five people, maybe because they are too old, although their facial features are different, at first glance, they have an eerie similarity.

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

He activated his clairvoyance.

But there was nothing in front of him, not even a hint of spiritual light.

This is not normal.

The soul of a life that has just died should gradually spread out, and the room should be filled with spiritual light spots, not empty like it is now.

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

"Damn it..." Charlene seemed to feel that although the room was weird, it was not dangerous, and finally came out of her invisibility.

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

Ron laughed.

As expected of a woman, these are the first things she thought of.

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

perfume?

The middle-aged man in a white robe.

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