Chapter 284 The Guardian of Destiny Begins Action (5)

Seeing Holt spitting blood, his face was pale, and his breath was weak, Bach was panicked, but he kept sighing in his heart, saying that he was worthy of being the prophet, he was so powerful, just with just a few words, he made this old man Holt spit blood.

It’s a pity that he stopped spraying after two times. If he had sprayed a few more times, I don’t know if this guy would have died from excessive blood loss.

Holt had no idea what Bach was thinking. At this moment, he was just immersed in his own world, stuck in the quagmire of despair, unable to extricate himself.

When I discussed the specific countermeasures with Apu last night, I was still full of confidence. Even if this confidence was just pretend, at least there was still some hope in my heart. But now, all these hopes have been ruthlessly wiped out.

Even though Holt was cunning and sly, he had no idea how to deal with the prophet. Ron knew all his plans and arrangements clearly. Holt had no doubt that Bach had betrayed him. After all, Ron was a prophet, so it was not surprising that he knew all this.

However, Ron asked Bach to deliver the letter specifically, which Holt saw as a demonstration.

He just wanted to tell himself that he already knew something, but he didn't care.

No matter how many masters you have, in my eyes, they are nothing but chickens and dogs.

How strong is his self-confidence to be so arrogant? But if Ron really has such a terrifying strength, why would he go to so much trouble? He could just rush into the palace and kill all those who dared to defy him. Wouldn't that solve the problem? Could there be some other reason for him to do this? Holt thought about it for a moment, then smiled bitterly. Perhaps this is the calmness of the strong.

He could obviously crush all the obstacles easily, but he deliberately didn't do so. The man might just want to enjoy the thrill of cat playing with mouse, and wanted to watch these humble lives of his own struggling desperately on his chessboard, and then having to show a desperate expression.

What a terrible hobby.

This enemy is more terrifying than imagined.

Holt really felt a strong sense of regret in his heart. Perhaps, from the beginning, he should not have listened to Apu and gone against Ron.

He wants Agnes? Give her to him.

Anyway, he couldn't touch Agnes.

Want Dolores? Give it to him.

With such a daughter, it doesn't matter who she marries. If he could let her go cleanly, he might lose a little dignity, but he might be able to gain Ron's favor. At the very least, he could probably get a lot of benefits from the fact that he honestly handed over Fei'er, the princess, and only remembered his son-in-law.

In any case, we would not have fallen into such an embarrassing predicament as we are now.

It's a pity that it's too late to regret now.

Holt panted hard. His mind was in a mess and his brain couldn't think normally. He didn't even care about the blood on the corner of his mouth. He looked up at Bach in a daze: "What else did he say?"

Bach looked up and glanced at Holt quietly, then spoke carefully: "Well, that guy also said that Agnes finally put on her wedding dress, and he wanted to go back and continue to enjoy it..."

puff……

These words were like a sharp knife, stabbing directly into Holt's heart.

Holt was now in the most confused, desperate, and angry moment. When he suddenly heard these words, he felt a pain in his heart. With a "wow", he spat out another mouthful of blood, more than the previous ones combined.

What a bastard.

How could there be such scum in this world?

She's wearing a wedding dress? Is it necessary to be so extravagant?

As the most beautiful princess in Holt's harem, he knew very well how beautiful Agnes looked in her wedding dress. However, he didn't even have the chance to taste this beauty, and it was first taken away by that bastard Ron.

The more Holt thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he hated it. The lump in his chest couldn't be relieved, and the more he held it in, the more uncomfortable he felt. Then, with a loud bang, blood spurted out and couldn't be stopped at all.

Bach was horrified by that look, fearing that the news he brought might accidentally anger Holt to death. Seeing that Holt was in extreme anger and seemed unable to take care of himself for a while, Bach retreated silently. If the furious Holt accidentally killed himself, then everything would be over.

As soon as he walked out of the palace, the tension and solemnity on Bach's face disappeared completely in an instant, and a dagger appeared silently in his hand.

Looking at the weapon in his hand, the smile on Bach's face became more and more intense. This is an epic weapon, and it has been enhanced by ten.

As expected of a prophet, he is generous in his spending.

If you do the math, working for the Prophet is much more profitable than working for Holt. He has served under Holt for so many years, and all the salary and rewards he has received combined are not even a few tenths of the value of this weapon.

That's the difference.

If you only want others to work for you and don't even want to pay them, who will die if not you?

After admiring it for a while, Bach put away the weapon in his hand and disappeared silently. According to the prophet, after delivering the message, he could temporarily retire. If he continued to hang around in front of Holt, it would likely arouse Holt's suspicion and he might die if he was not careful.

Since this is what the prophet said, it naturally makes sense. Although he knows that wealth and honor can only be achieved through risk, he also understands that once one loses his life, all is over.

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On the other side, in the hotel, Ron finally got up.

Next to him was Agnes, who looked lazy.

After a whole night of tossing and turning, it was not that she was completely deceiving Holt. After all, the combination of the wedding dress and white silk stockings was definitely at the level of a super forbidden spell. Even Ron couldn't withstand it, so that Agnes was still as charming as ever and had a peachy face.

Agnes's strength is very good. She would not feel tired even if she fought with a being of the same level for a whole day and night. Her current laziness is more of an overdraft from another aspect.

Ron kissed Agnes gently on the cheek again: "You and Lucia are in this hotel, take a rest first, I'm going to the Church of the Goddess of Dawn."

Agnes nodded weakly, but she didn't have to worry too much about Ron's safety.

The longer Agnes stayed with Ron, the more she felt that Ron was unfathomable. In Adams, there might be people who could hurt Ron, such as Christian and Arianna. These two were at the pinnacle of the legendary level, and her husband might find it difficult to deal with them.

However, Arianna is currently in seclusion, and Saint Christian is having an ambiguous relationship with her husband.

As for everyone else, maybe they should worry about themselves first.

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

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"asshole!"

"Son of a bitch!"

"Bitch!"

“Scum…”

Almost everything in the study was smashed to pieces by Holt.

His Majesty the King racked his brains and cursed out all the dirty words he could think of, but unfortunately, his talent was limited and he could only curse in a few different ways.

This situation has been going on for a long time. Hercules and Antonio, who were standing outside the door, were both silent and no one dared to break into the study to stop them. Moreover, they could understand the king's current mood, and it was better to let the king vent his anger than to keep it all in his heart.

I don't know how much time passed, but the roaring sound in the study gradually subsided.

After another long while, Holt finally walked out of the study. When Antonio and Hercules saw the current Holt, they were both shocked. Although the original King was old, they knew that it was all pretended. But now Holt seemed to have suddenly aged by ten years, with some gray hair on his temples.

The originally smooth skin has now become wrinkled.

Only those cloudy eyes were filled with a cold, hyena-like light.

He regretted going against Ron, but things had already developed to this point. It was useless to regret. The two sides were already at the end of a fight to the death. Even if Ron was willing to stop, Holt would not be willing to stop. Ron, that damn bastard, had completely enraged Holt by humiliating him several times.

"Let's go to the Andre family." Holt spoke slowly in a hoarse voice.

At this moment, Holt had become a machine driven by hatred. As long as he could kill Ron, he would do anything, even if it meant kneeling down and apologizing to that bastard August Andre.

But Holt just took a step forward.

The expressions of Hercules and Antonio beside them suddenly changed.

His body quickly blocked Holt's sides, and his vigilant eyes were fixed on the left front: "Who are you? Get out..."

"Haha, as expected of the King of Granville, he is vigilant and the guards around him are really loyal. I admire him, I admire him..."

Along with a clear yet sinister voice, a slightly hunched figure gradually emerged from the air before his eyes.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Anthony Andre..."

The Guardian of Destiny boarded again.

The Repairman has interfered with this world once again!

Chapter 5 is here.

(End of this chapter)