Chapter 163 The Power of the Moon Goddess (Additional chapters for monthly tickets.)

The men around Mallory turned pale, and goose bumps appeared on their skin when they heard the voice of their young master.

The puppets made by the young master are very exquisite.

However, only by knowing how the puppet is made can we understand how much cruelty is hidden beneath its exquisiteness.

Dolls, when they are made, are still alive...

In order to prevent the subject from screaming in pain during production, which would affect the quality of the final product, Mallory would even pull out the subject's tongue.

Even now, the two puppets behind Mallory still occasionally blinked their eyes. They were dead, but not completely dead! Even demons could not do such a cruel thing.

The benefits of having a father who is the president are very obvious. Mallory doesn't even need to invite them one by one. Soon a group of members of the Magicians' Association appeared next to Mallory.

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

Elsa, who had not issued any missions for a long time, spoke again in Ron's ears.

[Mission Description: Your warning to Mallory did not scare him. Mallory Dominic, who only has one eye left, has a great hatred for you. He tried to kill you and turn all the girls around you into beautiful dolls... Be careful, his father is the president of the Granville Kingdom Magic Association. You know what this identity means.]

[Mission Objective 1: Survive. You can escape. The Dusk Continent is wide enough. There will always be places he can't find.]

[Mission Reward: Speed ​​+500! ]

[Mission Objective 2: Counterattack. Kill all those who want to kill you, and you will be safe.]

[Mission Reward: Strength +500, Speed ​​+200, Panic-level Star Upgrade Potion*2! ]

[Mission countdown: 24 hours! ]

Near the tall walls of the palace, Elsa's voice rang in Ron's ears.

Sure enough, the person who tried to kill him this time was that idiot Mallory... Come to think of it, that guy has an extremely twisted and proud personality. How could he stop just because of a small warning? That guy will only get worse.

If nothing unexpected happened, Mallory and his men should be surrounding the Brera Hotel now. Ron was really curious and wanted to know how crazy Mallory would act if he couldn't find him in the hotel.

Right next to Ron were Charlene and Lydia.

Lucia sat on his shoulders, holding Ifrit's hand.

He felt more and more like a babysitter... He had originally planned to leave Lucia and Ifrit in the hotel, but Lucia didn't want to be separated from Ron and forced herself to sit on Ron's shoulders. Ifrit also pitifully grasped Ron's fingers.

Ron couldn't stand that look, so he could only let it go... Now it seems that it was the right decision to bring them along, otherwise, they would have fallen into the hands of Mallory.

Mallory is a psychopath among lunatics, a psychopath among psychopaths.

Girls aged thirteen, fourteen or five are at the age of youth and beauty, but in Mallory's eyes, they are all materials.

He doesn't like living girls, he only likes exquisite motionless dolls.

The process of making puppets can bring Mallory great satisfaction and pleasure, but the emptiness after the end is unbearable for Mallory, which makes him urgently need to find new stimulation and greater pleasure.

Young ladies from noble families cannot take action easily without certain reasons, but girls from commoner families do not have so many concerns.

He continued to sink into this strange vortex, and his collection room contained more and more exquisite collections.

Until it became what it is now, extremely distorted.

Some nobles with special hobbies would spend a lot of gold coins to buy finished dolls from Mallory. Each doll was worth tens of thousands of gold coins, and Mallory would not refuse such a transaction. On the one hand, it could maintain contact with the nobles. On the other hand, if he wanted to make more dolls, he would indeed need gold coins to support it.

All in all, the girl who fell into Mallory's hands suffered a fate worse than death.

This bastard actually dared to set his sights on Lucia. If he saw Ifrit, he probably wouldn't let her go, right?

The system seemed to give two options, but in Ron's eyes, there was only one path to choose, and that was to kill Mallory, even if it was for more attribute points and star-up potions.

Some things about Mallory flashed through Ron's mind, and he didn't take the man to heart for the time being. His eyes once again swept across the high wall in front of him. This was the back of the palace. Although it was not in the direction of the main gate, it was still heavily guarded.

Every few meters, you can see a fully armed sentry.

These sentries were obviously the best soldiers; even in the middle of the night, they did not show any signs of fatigue and stood straight like javelins.

Ron did not rush in rashly. He was not in a hurry. He was very clear about the guards' shift changing times and knew where the loopholes were.

But this kind of waiting made Lucia feel a little bored.

Sitting on Ron's shoulder, nodding her little head gently, Lucia would rather lie in the soft quilt and take a good sleep than being blown by the cold wind.

A gust of wind blew by, and Lucia, who felt a little cold, shivered slightly. She raised her little head and looked at the silent night. She seemed to have a vague feeling that things would not end so soon, which made Lucia feel a little suffocated.

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

Then she slowly turned her gaze towards the sky.

A bright moon hangs in the sky like a silver plate.

The silvery moonlight sprinkled down, and the ground was covered with a layer of white frost.

The moonlight bathing her body made Lucia feel a little warm and comfortable.

She was becoming increasingly tired, her eyelids felt extremely heavy, and she felt as if she might fall asleep at any moment.

Lucia slowly raised her right hand, and stretched her chubby fingers toward the sky, as if trying to grab something... The next moment, the moonlight in the sky distorted.

It was a difficult to describe picture, as if every ray of moonlight had turned into a thin silk thread, which was crooked and flowing according to indescribable and incomprehensible rules under the control of some force.

Not only Lydia, but even Charlene and Ron failed to notice this subtle change. Only Ifrit, whose hand was held by Ron, seemed to notice something. She looked up at Lucia who was sitting on Ron's shoulder, and there was a hint of surprise in her pure white eyes.

Ron noticed Ifrit's expression, followed Ifrit's line of sight, and then noticed Lucia's movements on his shoulder, and then noticed the twisted threads.

The moonlight enveloped every guard, and the twisted silk threads made it unclear what the guards saw.

This appears to be an ability that interferes with the target's vision by manipulating moonlight.

After a brief hesitation, Ron took Ifrit by the hand and Lucia on his shoulders and left their hiding place.

In front of the surprised eyes of Charlene and Lydia, he appeared on the road in front of a group of guards. If he just appeared near the palace, he would be driven away by the guards at most, and he would not be attacked immediately.

But the strange thing was that although Ron had clearly walked out of the darkness, all the soldiers were still standing quietly in the same place, like straight javelins, without any movement at all, as if they had not noticed Ron's existence at all.

Ron clearly saw that the light in the air twisted again the moment he stepped out, completely bypassing Ron's body and going behind him! "Hmph..."

Lucia glanced at Ifrit, raised her little head proudly, and a faint snort of contempt came out of her little nose.

Here comes the fourth chapter, with additional chapters for monthly tickets.

(End of this chapter)