Chapter 152 Dolores is my son (3)

"Woo-woo! Ta-da-da! " The whistle of the steam train mixed with the sound of horse hooves.

This is the train to Granville King City, Adams.

Twenty-four handsome war horses were galloping in front, followed by a steam train with more than a dozen carriages. Whenever Ron saw this picture, he always had a weird feeling in his heart. He seemed to have seen this scene somewhere, probably in a movie, but he didn't remember it clearly.

The Kingdom of Granville owns black oil.

Ron had seen black oil before. It was somewhat similar to the petroleum on Earth. In short, it had a wide range of uses.

In the Kingdom of Granville, the application of black oil has a history of more than 2,000 years. Unfortunately, the Dusk Continent has something called magic, and people are much more interested in studying magic than black oil.

In addition, black oil is almost completely controlled by the royal family and aristocracy of the kingdom. These people only want to use black oil to make greater profits, but are reluctant to invest money in the utilization and development of black oil.

In the long two thousand years, the entire world has changed a lot on Earth.

But in the Dusk Continent, everything seems not much different from history.

This simple steam locomotive is the greatest invention in the past two thousand years, and it has not been updated for hundreds of years.

The steam locomotive had serious design flaws, with insufficient power at startup, and required excellent war horses for traction.

The speed is not fast, but it is a little less bumpy than riding a horse.

Of course, Ron had also heard of another saying. It was said that handsome war horses were the symbol of the upper class and a symbol of status. Therefore, regardless of whether there was progress in the research of steam locomotives, twenty-four war horses were indispensable. After all, the ancestral law could not be abolished.

Ron looked away from the window. "Please give me a copy of the Granville Daily. Thank you."

The conductor who just passed by with a stack of newspapers in his arms was slightly startled, then took out a newspaper and handed it to Ron: "One silver coin..."

He was very curious about how this gentleman in formal suit, half-top hat and a pair of black leather boots noticed him. After all, his eyes seemed to be staring out the window. He was very strong, like a cow, and his suit was bulging and obviously didn't fit him well.

Ron smiled, but didn't answer. He just pointed at the glass and then extended two fingers, with a silver coin sandwiched between his fingers.

The conductor suddenly realized what was going on, handed the newspaper to Ron, and turned away.

When leaving, he glanced at Lucia who was sitting next to Ron. What a delicate little girl who looked like a doll. She looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old...

It's a pity, but there's nothing we can do about it. Many middle-aged men just like this style. At least, this is a girl.

Just for this reason, this gentleman is much better than many nobles and priests.

The conductor even imagined in his mind a man who was 1.9 meters tall and as strong as a bull, and a little girl who was about fourteen or fifteen years old and 1.4 meters tall. That scene would be really terrible.

“So expensive…”

After the conductor left, the middle-aged man Ron finally couldn't help but complain that a copy of the Granville Daily in Larnaca only cost one copper coin, but the one on the train actually cost one silver coin, ten times the price.

Monopoly is really shameless.

Even though it was only one silver coin, it was nothing to Ron, who had more than 200,000 gold coins in his storage ring.

Ron used the Hermit Mask to change his appearance. He increased his height by ten centimeters and expanded his muscles several times. His height of 1.9 meters and his muscles like cast steel made him look very oppressive.

Ron still remembered that when he was at the station, a thief tried to reach his claws into his pocket and was grabbed by the wrist. His four accomplices all came over and wanted to reason with Ron, but when they saw Ron's fists as big as sandbags and his sleeves torn by his iron-like muscles, the young men who had been ferocious at first immediately said sincerely that they had made a mistake accidentally, and after compensating Ron with three gold coins, seven silver coins and eighteen copper coins, they left in disgrace.

Ron believed that this would leave an unforgettable memory in their minds and urge them to become good people.

I am truly an excellent clergyman, guiding people towards goodness at all times.

Recalling the previous scene, Ron praised himself in his heart.

As for the face, Ron also made some adjustments, looking elegant yet a little rugged. He adjusted his eyes to gold and his hair to medium-short gold. After shaping his face, the Hermit Mask was completely integrated into Ron's face.

At this point, even if Irelia or Cecilia were standing in front of him, they would definitely not be able to recognize that the man in front of him was Ron.

He even made some modifications to his soul, making his soul structure look a little weird.

Lucia naturally took the seat next to Ron. Charlene was fine, but Lydia was obviously shocked by Lucia's presence, especially when she saw that Lucia had a mask on her face that was similar to hers.

When Lydia knew Lucia's name, she looked at Ron with an even more strange look.

What a shameless man, deliberately naming his woman Lucia. Does blasphemy against the goddess excite him so much?

Lydia swore that this was the most shameless man she had ever met in her life.

As for what Ron said, that this little girl was really the Moon Goddess, really Lucia, Lydia sneered.

Only a fool would believe that.

At this moment, the two disguised women were sitting behind Ron and Lucia. Their images had also changed drastically. Charlene was an expert in this area. Lydia added a thick cushion to her chest, but even so, there was still not much curvature to be seen. It was seriously suspected that Lydia might not just be flat.

Ron has been away from Larnaca for more than a month. He did not rush to travel. It was not that he did not want to go to Dragon Valley earlier, but he needed some time to adapt to the changes brought about by the Heart of Ostara.

He could feel the powerful vibrations in his chest.

Just like the Emperor Engine, even if Ron was trying to restrict it, slight fluctuations would still leak out from time to time.

The Heart of Ostara is worthy of being the heart of the goddess. Compared with the heart of a mortal, its power is incomparable.

So far, Ron has been convinced of two effects.

First, under special circumstances, when the heart is beating violently, it can provide Ron with super explosive power.

Second, this heart can provide Ron with almost inexhaustible energy, and his physical strength recovers extremely quickly.

Even before the Heart of Ostara began beating again, in order to make this body adapt to the heart of the gods, Ron's body underwent a comprehensive transformation, so that Ron's body could barely reach the minimum limit to activate the goddess' heart.

And it is this so-called lowest limit that makes Ron's physical fitness at least doubled compared to before, or even more exaggerated.

For more than a month, Ron has been adapting to the changes in his body. When he wanted to turn on the magic lamp, he simply twisted the entire switch off. When he wanted to turn the door handle, he accidentally twisted the door lock off. He stabbed a piece of steak and poked a hole in the plate... Similar situations had a great impact on Ron's daily life, and he lost six gold coins, which was a huge sum of money.

Of course, there are other influences, such as the coordination between the heart and the body, the connection and coordination between consciousness and the heart, etc.

Until now, Ron has finally gotten used to his new body and no longer makes any jokes.

Putting aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, Ron opened the newspaper. The disaster in Larnaca City had disappeared from the front page headlines. Although it caused some sensation at the beginning, soon some other news attracted everyone's attention, such as the illicit love affair between Duke Moran and his adopted daughter.

This kind of aristocratic romance always attracts more people's interest.

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

"His Majesty Holt, the 474th King of Granville, is preparing to choose a suitable husband for the eldest princess..."

When Ron saw the words in the newspaper, his face suddenly darkened. "Oh, damn Holt 474, you actually want to marry my woman to someone else? It seems that you have really stayed on the throne for too long."

Ron complained in his heart, but Dolores should have enough means to deal with these troubles... Besides, Holt didn't really want to marry off his only normal princess.

Before Dolores got married, she was the jewel of Granville, and Holt could sell her at a high price in exchange for more and greater benefits from the nobles. But once Dolores got married, the value and influence of the princess would instantly decrease.

His eyes followed the words on the newspaper, and soon, another familiar name appeared in front of Ron: Gray Andre, the young master of the Andre family, publicly expressed his willingness to use a magic notebook left by his ancestor, the sage Patridge, as a betrothal gift, hoping to win the favor of the eldest princess.

Ron's eyes narrowed into slits.

There was a hint of murderous intent in his sight.

This guy Gray Andre really has a short memory.

However, I have to say that the deal proposed by this guy is really tempting. Although the sage Patrick has been dead for a thousand years, his diary has a magical power that makes people chase it crazily, not to mention the magic notebook.

The value of this magic notebook is immeasurable. It is possible that old Holt the 474th might be tempted by it.

Perhaps, before going to Dragon Nest, we have to kill this Grayandre first?

I always feel that after rebirth, my murderous intent seems to have become stronger.

This is not good... But, it is safer to kill him.

Ron muttered to himself while continuing to read other contents in the newspaper. The train stopped temporarily. This was an intermediate station, and the next stop was King Adams City.

After waiting for about thirty minutes, the train started again.

A figure suddenly stopped when passing by Ron. Ron could feel that Charlene and Lydia behind him were ready to attack almost at the same time.

"Hello, sir... Nice to meet you, my name is Mallory Dominic..."

Mallory Dominic.

call……

Ron exhaled heavily, raised a hand and rubbed his forehead, he had a slight headache.

He originally planned to stay in Adams, the royal city of Granville, for two days. After preparing the supplies, he would leave directly for the Dragon Valley. He did not want to get into any messy trouble, but these troubles always came to him.

Could it be that he has a special physique that causes trouble? Mallory Dominic.

Players voted for the most annoying NPC, ranked eleventh.

By the way, Cecilia's ex-boyfriend, Malte, was only ranked seventeenth.

He put the newspaper down and forced a smile: "What's the matter?"

In front of me was a thin man with a feminine aura. His skin was very white, whiter than many women, and his face also gave off a strong feminine illusion.

It is difficult to tell the gender.

In some ways, this guy fits in nicely as a member of the Cult of Eternal Freedom.

Although she was talking to Ron, Mallory Dominic's dark brown eyes did not look at Ron at all. Instead, she looked at Lucia, who was sitting quietly in her seat next to Ron, like an exquisite doll.

"How much?"

Mallory's manners were very gentlemanly, but there was a frightening madness in his eyes: "I have never seen such perfect material. She is very suitable for making a doll... Sir, believe me, the doll she makes will be the most perfect work of art in the world..."

Here is the third chapter. There will be an update today.

(End of this chapter)