Chapter 283 He and the Princess Tossed Around All Night (4)

Bach really couldn't understand how terrifying the prophet was. Even a mere panic-level thief like him could understand this truth, so how could smart people like Holt and Apu not realize it? Why would they still dream of going against the prophet?

Could it be that the hatred of having one's wife stolen was really so unacceptable? It was just a wife... and maybe a daughter who was stolen? What's the big deal?

If you have to be fussy about such trivial matters, wouldn't life be too painful? Compared with Apu and Holt, Bach's mind is obviously more open. After all, even his wife was snatched from someone else, so he naturally couldn't bear to see those people fussing about such trivial matters.

Speaking of which, when he first met the Prophet, he thought he was a devil from hell, but now the more he looks at him, the more he feels that the Prophet is friendly.

It's like a long lost brother.

Seeing that the Prophet had a cold expression and drooped eyelids, as if he was thinking about something, as if he was deducing the secrets of heaven, Bach's face became even more solemn, his face tense, and he even forcibly controlled his breathing, for fear that the noise he accidentally made would disturb the Prophet's process of deducing the secrets of heaven.

In short, even if Ron did nothing, in Bach's eyes, it seemed that this great prophet was becoming more and more mysterious and unfathomable.

Poor idiots Apu and Holt, they thought they had set up a killing trap for the Prophet, but they didn't know that the Prophet was the real planner. Their every move had long been noticed by the Prophet, and everything they did might be in accordance with the route planned by the Prophet.

It’s terrible, this is the power of a prophet.

For a moment, Ron's image in Bach's mind became more majestic than ever before.

As if he knows everything and can do everything.

Not knowing how much time had passed, Ron suddenly raised his eyelids and said, "Bach, I have something for you to do now. It is somewhat dangerous, but if you succeed, the benefits you can get will be countless."

"Please tell me, Lord Prophet. As long as it is your arrangement, I will definitely complete it for you even if it costs my life." With extreme admiration, Bach had almost no hesitation and immediately patted his chest to agree.

"Very good, you do this..."

Ron whispered in Bach's ear for a while, only to see Bach's eyes becoming brighter and more excited.

Good fellow, he is indeed a prophet. Only a prophet could think of such a sinister... no, such a wise plan. If he really heard these words, with Holt's character, he might just go berserk and kill himself.

But thinking of the reward promised by the Prophet, Bach felt that it was totally worth the gamble.

After carefully writing down every word Ron said and making sure there was nothing missed, Bach turned and left.

As for Ron, he naturally returned to his room. Today was his wedding night with Agnes, so how could he not have a good time? As for arranging Bach to tell Holt, there was no other purpose. He just wanted to annoy Holt. After all, it was difficult for Ron to think of a good way to deal with it in a short period of time. Holt's grandson was determined to kill him, so it was not too much to annoy him a little, right?

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Early morning hours.

Last night, Holt, who had carefully planned with Apu all night, had just fallen asleep.

There was no other way. After all, they were facing Ron, who was known as a prophet. No matter how detailed the plan was, it always felt full of loopholes. This kind of brainwork was always very laborious, and even Holt felt very tired.

However, not long after he fell asleep, Hercules' voice rang in his ears, waking Holt from his sleep. At this critical moment, any information was very important, and Holt did not dare to be careless.

At that moment, Holt could only drag his tired body, barely open his eyes that might close at any time, put on his clothes, and even did not bother to wash up before meeting the spy. When he saw the spy, he could not help but be slightly stunned. It was Bach who brought the important intelligence last night.

There was a hint of murderous intent in his sinister eyes, but this coldness was quickly hidden by Holt. Now was the time to use people. Although Bach was not very strong, he was really good at gathering intelligence.

Many spies may not be able to bring back any important intelligence in their entire lives, but Bach has appeared in front of him twice in a short period of time.

Well, let him live two more days for now.

This guy knew too many of my secrets, especially those embarrassing scandals. Just for this reason, it was absolutely impossible for Bach to survive. After Ron was dealt with, he would be the next one.

"Bach, what information have you brought this time?" Holt spoke slowly.

"Reporting to His Majesty, I know that His Majesty attaches great importance to Ron. Ron is also a shameless and daring person. Not only did he seduce the princess, he even dared to set his sights on the eldest princess. As a subject of His Majesty, I should take the initiative to share His Majesty's worries."

Hearing Bach bring up this scandal again, Holt's face darkened. Bach looked loyal, but he was really stupid. How could you bring up such a rubbish? What use would it have other than making yourself unhappy? A flash of annoyance flashed through his mind, but now was not the time to worry about these things. Holt spoke again in a gloomy voice: "So what did you do?"

"Reporting to His Majesty, I have found the hotel where Ron and Agnes are staying and have been keeping watch outside the hotel all night."

Bach answered immediately.

"Oh, yes, you are indeed loyal. What did you find out? Did Ron do anything special?" Holt asked slowly.

"Then Ron didn't do anything. He just spent the whole night with the princess."

Tossed around all night? As soon as these words entered his ears, Holt's face instantly turned the color of liver.

You bastard, you are not a human being.

He said that he wanted to divorce Agnes and then attend the wedding, but it turned out that the couple had already gotten together before that.

And the whole fucking night?

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

Don’t you know you’re tired?

This is called doing nothing, but this is clearly doing everything. For the entire night, I'm afraid that every part of Agnes' body was enjoyed by that bastard Ron, right?

Bastard, bastard, damn it, damn it, damn it...

Holt hadn't had a good rest for a long time, and now he had been up all night. He was immediately awakened by Bach just after he fell asleep. In addition, the matter of Agnes was a knot in Holt's heart. At this moment, he felt a surge of blood rushing up against the trend, rushing straight to his throat and about to burst out.

However, Holt still wanted to maintain a little dignity in front of his subordinates. He took a deep breath and forced the blood in his throat down.

A pair of sinister, cruel, and vicious eyes stared at Bach in front of him. At that moment, he even wanted to cut Bach into pieces. Did this little bastard wake him up early in the morning just to tell him this shit? "What else?" Holt spoke again in a hoarse voice.

If this kid couldn't say anything more, he would definitely break his neck.

The fierce murderous intent made Bach pale and his body tremble like a sieve. "Reporting to Your Majesty, there is also... I am not doing my job well, please punish me, Your Majesty. He found out that I was monitoring Ron. I stayed outside the hotel until the early morning. When I was about to leave, that guy suddenly appeared in front of me and asked me to tell His Majesty a message..."

Holt then suppressed the murderous intent in his heart and asked in a deep voice, "What did he say again?"

"He said, he... he was worried that you might not have enough time to recruit people, so... so, he changed the visit scheduled for tonight to the day after tomorrow..."

Buzz! As soon as these words came out, Holt's mind buzzed, his eyes turned pale, and he almost fainted.

This guy Ron actually knew all of my plans a long time ago.

Although Ron was a prophet and it was not surprising for him to know these things, it was still difficult for Holt to accept the news suddenly.

His Majesty the King of Granville, a legendary seven-star master, a ruthless executioner who could easily kill even his own son, daughter, and even his own princess, now only felt cold all over, and there seemed to be only despair before his eyes.

He only felt a fishy and sweet taste in his mouth, and the blood that he had tried so hard to suppress could no longer be controlled at this moment, and spurted out with a "wow" sound.

Chapter 4 is here.

(End of this chapter)