Chapter 15 Bishop, you don’t want others to know about your relationship with Sister Isaiah, do you? (1)

Gerald looked at the young man in front of him with slightly cloudy eyes.

His refined and bookish air is very consistent with the identity of a scholar.

The deep blue eyes are like the deep sea, carrying the magic power of seeing through everything and the confidence that everything is under control.

His face was a little pale, but this paleness only made Ron more mysterious.

He possesses a powerful strength that has never been mentioned in the intelligence, and can easily suppress Hermann with one hand.

More than one hundred cultists and five hundred Dawn Knights could only bow their heads and remain silent.

How could such an outstanding person not be valued by the family? Could it be that the Copperfield family were all a bunch of blind idiots, and no one could see Ron's value? This was impossible.

There was only one reason, and that was that Ron didn't want to be entangled in mundane matters like family struggles, so he deliberately concealed his abilities.

To Ron, the power, status, and wealth of the Duke's family were like the yellow mud on the ground, without any value.

It is rare to have such character at such a young age.

This was Gerald's first impression when he saw Ron.

I have to say, this old man is very good at imagination.

"Archbishop Gerald, you are finally here."

"It's a little later than I thought!"

Ron's voice was casual, like an old friend who hadn't seen him for a long time.

However, Gerald's heart was slightly shaken: "You knew I would come a long time ago, are you waiting for me?"

Ron smiled but didn't answer.

It is important to maintain a sense of mystery. The other person may not believe what you say, but he will definitely believe what you make up in his mind.

Ever since he fooled Agnes, Ron found that he liked the feeling of fooling her more and more.

Ron felt a little sorry when he saw Gerald. He was a good man... a pure good man, but it was a pity that he would not live long. Soon, Gerald would perish along with the city of Larnaca.

Ron looked at Irelia, whose face was slightly red, and was surprised to find that Irelia's favorability towards him had increased again and now reached seventy.

Perhaps because I was on the Soul Ferry before, there was no system prompt sound.

He glanced speechlessly at Hermann who was trying to get closer to Irelia. What on earth did this guy do to make Irelia's favorability towards him soar?

Sure enough, saving Hermann's life was the right decision.

This guy is worthy of being a gold medal support. As long as Hermann is there, conquering Irelia is a piece of cake.

While Gerald was still trying to figure out what Ron's smile meant, the last man next to him couldn't help himself.

This was a tall and thin middle-aged man with upturned eyes and a hooked nose, which revealed a certain ruthlessness. He was wearing a black robe, which proved his identity: a bishop of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.

If one wants to become a bishop, one must have strong personal strength. This is a genuine, catastrophic master.

Staring at Ron with narrow eyes, the bishop did not hide his hostility towards Ron at all. His voice was also a little hoarse and quite unpleasant: "Pretending."

"Archbishop Gerald, I really don't understand why you would come here in person to meet a cultist, and even want to recruit him?"

Hermann next to him had a slightly smug look on his face. Bishop Virgil was from the same faction as him.

Gerald might not care about his own words.

But even as the archbishop, Gerald had to consider Bishop Virgil's words carefully.

Irelia is his woman.

Ron must not be allowed to join the church, as this would create more opportunities for him and Irelia to come into contact.

Virgil's eyes were fixed on Ron from beginning to end. The magic fluctuations on Ron's body were very weak. He would not take such a weak man seriously at all. He even suspected that this man had used some despicable means to defeat Hermann.

He spoke without any scruples: "No matter who this person is or what talents he has, it cannot change the fact that he was once a cultist."

"The purity of the Church of the Dawn Goddess must not be tarnished. I question your decision."

Gerald frowned, worried that Ron would be angry.

But Ron still had a calm smile on his face, and he didn't seem to have any emotional fluctuations at all because of Virgil's words.

He was calm, not like a human.

Ron even waved at Virgil: "Bishop Virgil, right?"

"Can you come over here for a moment?"

"What?" Virgil pouted, but still walked towards Ron. He wanted to see what this pretentious guy was going to do. A sneak attack? That would be exactly what he wanted. Don't treat him like a piece of trash like Herman.

Ron finally stood up and leaned close to Virgil's ear:

"Is Sister Isaiah alright?"

"Bishop, you don't want other people to know what happened between you and Sister Isaiah, right?"

What a damned everyday accent! Ron's voice was so soft that Gerald and the others couldn't hear it.

But to Virgil's ears, the voice sounded like the whisper of a devil:

His body trembled violently, and then stiffened instantly, with incredible shock in his dark brown eyes. As if it was pure instinct, Virgil exclaimed: "How did you know?"

Bishop Virgil's misconduct was also seen by Hermann, Gerald and Irelia.

They looked at each other in bewilderment, no one knew what Ron had said to Virgil that would cause such a big fuss.

Virgil also realized his own loss of composure. His throat moved slightly and he tried to suppress his violently beating heart. His eyes even narrowed into slits. At this moment, an unprecedented strong murderous intent surged in his heart.

As long as Ron is killed, everything will be...

[Beep, system prompt, infinite death system activated. ]

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

[Quest Background: You revealed Virgil's secret, and he seems to want to kill you. Although this may cause him some trouble, it is not difficult for Virgil, the bishop of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, to calm down such a matter.]

[Mission objective: Survive! ]

[There are many people in this world who want to kill you, try your best to survive! ]

[Task Reward: Random! ]

[Death countdown: 60 seconds! ]

The system prompt sounded, and Ron had gradually figured out the rules of the system.

The system will only issue a prompt when someone wants to kill him and has the power to do so.

That guy Herman might be the person everyone wanted to kill the most, but unfortunately, except for the beginning, the system never gave any hints about Herman.

At the same time, this also means that the Bishop Virgil in front of him has the power to kill him, and he is worthy of being at the same level as the Inspector of the Eternal Freedom Sect.

Although Ron has a set of highly enhanced equipment, the quality of the equipment is too low. Virgil himself has the strength of seven stars of disaster, and although the degree of enhancement of his equipment is not high, the quality is not bad. Overall, he is still much stronger than himself.

What a terrible discovery.

But Ron was not panicked at all. In his eyes, this mission was a piece of cake.

Even if Virgil is stronger than him, it is impossible to kill him instantly. As long as he can withstand the first wave of attacks, Gerald will never allow Virgil to continue.

And for Ron, getting through the first wave was no pressure at all.

That's right. Ron didn't have any worry on his face, and his smile even became more intense: "You want to kill me?"

He even opened his arms: "You are very powerful, with the power of seven disaster stars. It's as easy to kill me as to crush an ant. Come on?"

"What are you waiting for?"

Hiss! Why could Ron see his catastrophic level 7-star strength at a glance? You know, he had just broken through to the catastrophic level 7-star a few days ago, and no one in the church knew about it, not even Gerald knew. Why could Ron see through it at a glance? Could it be that Ron's strength was stronger than Gerald's?

Virgil leaned back instinctively, as if trying to distance himself from Ron.

Ron clearly opened his arms, his whole body was exposed, and he looked like he was seeking death, but at this moment, Virgil didn't dare to make a move.

This guy must have something to rely on, otherwise he would never dare to be so fearless.

Considering that Ron could easily defeat Hermann and suppress five hundred Dawn Knights and one hundred cult followers... Virgil originally suspected that Ron had used some despicable means.

But now it seems that maybe he really has this ability?

The weak magical fluctuations on his body must be just a disguise!

The thought that suddenly popped up in Virgil's mind made him horrified.

Shameless, it's fun to play the pig and eat the tiger, right? Virgil's throat kept moving, and Ron's gentle eyes fell on him, making the bishop, who was quite powerful, feel numb.

The more he looked at it, the more mysterious it seemed, as if Ron was shrouded in a mist that blocked his vision and made it completely impossible for him to see through it.

You can't do anything. You absolutely can't do anything.

If he did it, it would not be Ron who would die, but himself! In an instant, the murderous intent in his chest disappeared completely!

Virgil suddenly turned around and looked at Gerald: "Your Excellency the Archbishop, I think Mr. Ron is a good man, kind and merciful. He fully meets the criteria for joining the Church of the Goddess of Dawn!"

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