Chapter 141 Ron Deserves to Die (asking for monthly votes)

Elsa floated out from Ron and stared quietly at everything below.

Originally, she didn't need to say much.

But Ron's condition made her worried.

…

Live well with my heart.

Ron whispered softly, then placed the heart he had just dug out into Seraphina's chest.

As soon as the heart was put in, the blood vessels on it began to move on their own, looking for a place to connect. Ron couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw that scene.

Could it be that I am really a monster?

Soon, it found Seraphina's broken blood vessels and reconnected them. A layer of granulation tissue grew on the damaged flesh near the heart, and the internal wounds actually began to heal gradually.

What is this? Is his heart made of Tang Monk's flesh? Ron let out a long sigh, and finally turned around. His not-so-broad upper body just blocked Seraphina's chest and Anthony's sight.

He didn't die... He had dug out his heart himself, and he wasn't someone as powerful as Seraphina, but not only did he not die, he was even living quite well... At least, for a short period of time.

Looking at the old man whom he had only met once, some clues in Ron's mind connected together.

A legendary master.

In tiny Larnaca lies the power to suppress everything.

He is the steward of the Marquis of York's Mansion. Even if he and Virgil conduct an investigation, it will be difficult to investigate the Marquis's Mansion and the City Lord's Mansion.

Perhaps, he also received the task from the Marquis of York to keep an eye on the eldest lady Seraphina at all times, and could easily learn from Seraphina what he, the prophet, had done and what plans he had.

It was really hidden well, and it didn't pop out until this moment.

Butler Anthony did not notice the changes in Seraphina's body. He just looked at Ron quietly. Anthony was a little shocked when Ron dug out his heart and put it into Seraphina's chest, although it seemed meaningless to him.

"You are really a good guy. If you had married the eldest lady thirteen years ago, I would definitely not oppose you like I opposed Snow. You are quite good to the eldest lady."

"Unfortunately, you are all destined to die... Those who are not supposed to live must die."

Anthony said quietly.

Then, he waved his hand lightly, and an invisible barrier appeared around himself, Ron, and Seraphina's body.

Bang……

Swish!

A string of sparks exploded on the barrier.

The sharp dagger could not break through this blockade, and Sharin's body was even bounced back.

The bloody knife kept slashing on the barrier, but was blocked by the barrier every time. Cecilia's face was distorted like a ghost.

Even with the addition of Lydia, Virgil and Irelia, they cannot break through this blockade.

The gap between the legendary and heroic levels is so huge, so huge that it is despairing. How many top heroic masters are needed to deal with a legendary one-star being?

Ten?

Twenty? Even if Archbishop Gerald joined in, nothing would change.

The cage that trapped Ron and Seraphina in front of them was so solid that it was despairing.

Anthony didn't care about the people around him who were trying to break through the barrier. In his eyes, they were just the desperate and ridiculous struggles of a few lowly insects.

Ron spat out a mouthful of blood foam from the corner of his mouth, his eyes rolled back, and his consciousness began to become a little blurry.

Ron knew that even if he was a monster, he would not be able to survive for long if he lost his heart. He was not strong enough to do that.

Ron just hoped that he could get as much confidential information as possible from Anthony before his consciousness sank.

Maybe, considering that he was about to die, this guy would be willing to give him some advice? After all, bastards like him were always talkative.

They all have a strong desire to express themselves, especially when they have been suppressed for a long time.

"What's your name?" Ron asked after taking a slight breath. He found that he was unable to breathe.

"Anthony York..." Anthony said slowly: "However, this is the name given to me by my old boss, Seraphina's father... After all, I was originally a slave. As a slave, I cannot have my own surname, so my old boss named me after his own surname."

As expected, Anthony's desire to perform has been fully aroused.

"If it were an ordinary slave or commoner, this would be a great honor. After all, a noble surname represents nobility... However, compared to my original, real surname, the word York is too humble."

Ron cooperated well and acted as a supporting role. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, what was your original last name?"

"Andre." Anthony smiled slightly, his chin raised involuntarily: "Anthony Andre, this is my original name."

"A descendant of the Blasphemer family?"

Anthony's eyes suddenly darkened: "It seems that you know a lot?"

"I only know what I know..." Ron blinked and said, "Archibald, isn't this a joke passed down in the Andre family? It's actually very interesting. I like the monitor who said this famous quote, especially when he turns into a cat. He's very sexy."

Unfortunately, Anthony's expression only became more gloomy, and he was even a little confused. He had no idea what Ron was talking about.

"It's a pity that you don't understand this joke. I'm very curious about what happened to Archibald and the Andre family in the end?" Ron continued, "Speaking of which, the Blasphemer can be regarded as the nun terminator. This guy robbed so many nuns and gave birth to so many children. How come there is no news until now..."

Anthony's eyes dropped. "I said that all life that shouldn't exist in this world must die."

In one sentence, the answer has been given.

There is no doubt that after Archibald was struck by lightning, his children were most likely hunted down by the Andre family.

However, Ron found it hard to imagine that Archibald would sit idly by and do nothing about this situation, unless he was really dead...

After all, judging from the descriptions throughout The Gun of Death and the records in the diary, Archibald doted on his children, especially girls.

"Partridge, why did you change your last name from Abraham to Andre?" Ron asked again.

"Because, in the arrangement of fate, the glory of sage belongs only to the Andre family. This is the reward for the Andre family to maintain fate for thousands of years. Except for the people of the Andre family, no one else is qualified to become a sage." Anthony said proudly.

Then, his expression showed a slight disdain: "He married into the Andre family and married my ancestor, Sally Andre."

That was Archibald's sister.

Sure enough, considering that he was about to die, this guy told him everything he knew.

This is terrible performance.

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

Moreover, judging from Anthony's attitude, he seemed to be quite contemptuous of Patridge. In this way, he should not be a descendant of Patridge, and he did not belong to the same branch as the Andre family in the kingdom. They might have the same goal, but their relationship did not seem to be very good.

"Where's Partridge? Don't try to lie to me. I know he's not dead yet."

Anthony narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not answer the question. It seemed that this guy had not been overwhelmed by the desire to show off. Damn his rationality.

"Okay, then let me change the question. I'm actually very curious about why the Andre family didn't just kill Patridge and take away the two documents left by the blasphemer. In this way, a saint could still be born from the Andre family, and a saint would be a genuine Andre bloodline, not a son-in-law."

Anthony's lips trembled slightly: "He burned the original..."

clever!

They completely ignored the shouting and attacks outside the barrier, chatting casually like two old friends.

However, this seemingly warm scene basically ended here. Anthony seemed to feel that he couldn't waste too much time on Ron. He raised his foot and walked towards Ron: "I have answered too many questions for you. It's time to send you on your way."

"Hey, wait a minute, I have one last question..."

Anthony frowned and sighed, but finally stopped: "Ask."

So easy to talk to.

"Why did you show up now?"

"Before, when the Great Saint Christian was here, why didn't you jump out? Is it because you couldn't beat her?" Ron asked with a blink of his eyes.

hiss.

Anthony took a sharp breath.

I even shivered. This damned little bastard, his words were like a poke in my lungs. If I could beat Christian, would he have to endure it until now? Little bastard.

Anthony didn't answer, but he already had the answer in his heart.

"Why? If you can't handle it, why doesn't He arrange other more powerful beings... Ah, you should know who I'm talking about... If you really don't know, then I can only say that you are just a pawn in your Andre family."

"Is it because He can manipulate beings at will, and His strength is limited to the legendary level? Just like you."

"Can other more powerful beings go against His will to a certain extent, or can He only manipulate them when He pays a price?"

"Of course, maybe the Blasphemer did something, for example, he slaughtered almost all the legendary, destructive, or even mythical masters under his control, which caused a shortage of talents under his command."

"He cannot interfere with this world directly, so he can only go through all these twists and turns?"

"When He arranges to eliminate... well, the disobedients, does He do so based on their strength? He will arrange for a tool that is a little stronger than the disobedients and can basically kill them stably? But He will not directly arrange a legendary tool for a guy who is in the extraordinary realm and is not much stronger than an ordinary person... After all, this is a serious waste of resources..."

"And then, after repeated failures, the tools they arranged became stronger and stronger? This is truly a mechanized management method."

Ron asked several questions in a row. To be honest, Ron really wanted to keep the Great Saint here, but if so, the repairman might arrange a more powerful existence to destroy him.

So, Ron had no choice but to commit fraud.

He didn't know which was the correct answer.

Both are possible.

He saw Anthony's expression constantly changing, and for the first time, fear appeared in his eyes.

"You deserve to die..." Anthony said.

[Beep, system prompts, the God of Plague and Disaster is trying to interfere with the world...]

[Beep, system prompts, the repairman has stopped the God of Plague and Disaster from interfering with the world...]

[Beep, system prompt, the God of Blood and Destruction is trying to interfere with the world again...]

Ron heard Elsa's voice again, three times in a row.

This evil god who had made some kind of deal with the blasphemer Archibald finally took action. It was worth it that he even made a prayer before going to the church! Moreover, this guy even asked for help.

The God of Plague and Disaster, who is this? 　Here comes the second chapter. It’s the first day of the new January. If you have monthly tickets, please give them to me. Thank you.

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