Chapter 35 The Tail of Fate (Please vote on the last day of the month)

The person you love deeply, died? A chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead, and a dense layer of small bumps appeared on the skin all over his body.

Ron's gaze drifted to Irelia who was studying the hymn opposite. The focused Irelia was even more charming. She seemed to be shrouded in a layer of white light, as if a goddess had descended to the world.

Temptation fades, only holiness remains.

Feeling the gaze, Irelia looked up at Ron with a shy look on her face.

Ron's throat moved slightly, he swallowed, and lowered his head again.

Irelia on the opposite side saw Ron's expression and seemed to be thinking about something.

Just as Ron was about to continue thinking along this line, he suddenly felt a rustling sound.

Hiss! Then, he suddenly took a breath of cold air and leaned back subconsciously.

At the same time, his eyes instinctively looked around.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief. It was already late at night. In the entire library, besides Ron and Irelia, there was only one administrator sitting at the counter, who was sleeping lazily on the table.

He stared at the administrator for a few more seconds, and after making sure that the administrator would not wake up, he retracted his gaze and looked under the table in front of him.

Irelia, who was originally sitting opposite, had crawled under the table at some point.

The long silver hair swayed gently as the delicate head moved.

"Irelia, what are you doing..." Ron let out a heavy breath.

He had to use all his strength to endure the stimulation that washed over his soul like a tsunami.

"Isn't it because you can't help it and want it?" Irelia paused for a moment, glanced at Ron seductively, and muttered softly.

Her pretty face was burning, and her heart was in turmoil.

Even Irelia could not have imagined that she would do something so bold in the church library.

But, as long as it was for Ron, Irelia was willing to do anything. She could see that Ron was carrying an unimaginable weight on his shoulders. Maybe she couldn't share it, but she could give Ron enough release and rest.

On the other hand, the feeling of rebellious blasphemy made Irelia feel both fearful and excited.

She felt that she seemed to be becoming more and more dissolute.

But this kind of debauchery would only be shown in front of Ron.

And Ron's expression was even more innocent.

When did he say he couldn't help it? He just glanced at Irelia, and then swallowed his saliva because of the fear in his heart...

Could it be that because of the swallowing action, Irelia thought that she couldn't help it?

For a moment, Ron's forehead was full of black lines.

What was in this woman's head that caused her to have such a wrong perception? He tried to stay rational in the gap and wanted to stop Irelia from going on, but he couldn't bear to do so. He was immersed in the torment of the dilemma and felt really uncomfortable... so uncomfortable that he was shaking all over.

I stroked Irelia's silky silver hair with my fingers, and I couldn't help but wonder where did Irelia learn all this from?

"While you were in the library, I was away for a while." As if seeing Ron's confusion, Irelia muttered vaguely: "I went to find Sister Cecilia and learned it from her."

Irelia gave Ron a charming look and lowered her head again.

In the huge library, the expression on Ron's face changed from time to time.

His consciousness seemed to float into the clouds, his thoughts were more divergent than ever before, and all kinds of messy thoughts flooded into his mind at this moment.

I don't know what Herman is doing now. I haven't seen Herman for three days. I miss him so much.

Without Hermann, I always feel that life is missing a lot of fun.

Irelia's favorability towards him didn't seem to have improved much.

A gold medal assistant is indeed indispensable.

…

On the other hand, Hermann's situation is quite delicate.

With the best pastor in the church, it would be difficult for Hermann to die even if he wanted to.

For three days, Hermann never entered the church and stayed in his room.

From the house with closed doors and windows, bursts of wailing like a wounded beast could be heard from time to time. The smell of blood filled the room, and the quilt and sheets were covered with scarlet marks.

The clothes on Hermann's body were torn into strips by his sharp claws.

Even the skin on his chest and back was covered with hideous cracks, and blood was oozing out.

Herman seemed to be trying to dig something out of his body.

I don't know how much time had passed, but Hermann, who had been in a crazy state, finally calmed down. He looked silently at the table, where there was a portrait of Irelia.

A crazy smile gradually appeared on the twisted face covered with blood: "Irelia...you are mine!"

His consciousness was in an incomprehensible chaos.

He wished he could kill Irelia with his own hands.

But he longed for Irelia.

…

Is this what Virgil meant by a double weekend?

Sure enough, he didn't hate this kind of rest.

Ron's body shuddered, and his brain entered an unprecedented ethereal state.

In the game, Irelia began to collapse because of Helman's abandonment. After the destruction of Larnaca, she saw too much pain and death, and she was unable to save them. Her spirit was on the verge of collapse. Finally, she was caught by the surviving priests, who announced that Irelia was unfaithful, which brought punishment from the goddess, pushing Irelia into despair.

Although the world line is changing now, the general trend will not be too abnormal.

Perhaps, it was because of the convergence of the world line that his relationship with Irelia had made rapid progress in such a short period of time. Was Herman's assist just a chess piece that the world line had arranged long ago? And he would not take the initiative to do anything to hurt Irelia. Nothing happened between him and Cecilia, and even if something happened, Irelia said she didn't care. Then, perhaps only his death could push Irelia into despair and activate Irelia's bloodline.

The higher Irelia's favorability towards him, the closer he is to death.

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

Then, the most likely time for him to die would be... when the city of Larnaca was destroyed.

And the knife used to kill him might be Herman who has completely transformed into a black beast!

With the death of Roan and the destruction of Larnaca, and the bloodshed everywhere, no matter how strong Irelia's will was, she would surely collapse.

In this way, the world line that was once twisted will return to its original track.

Deducing the time of his own death was obviously a very dangerous and scary thing, but Ron was not afraid at all, he was even a little excited.

He caught the tail of fate.

It's an exciting feeling to have to fight against fate.

As for how to break the impasse... Ron already had some ideas in mind.

He can choose to leave Larnaca, but it probably won't be that smooth.

Perhaps we can start with an investigation on Hermann, investigating where Hermann has been and what he has been exposed to in the past two days, find out the source of the parasitic eggs, and stop the spread of the black beast from the root.

It might even be possible to find out who was behind all this from Herman? The well-behaved and docile Irelia had already helped Ron sort out everything and finally got out.

The little face is chubby.

She looked around but didn't find a suitable place. This library was very unsatisfactory and there was not even a trash can or something like that.

Helplessly, the slender neck moved slightly.

Ron's spirit trembled slightly, and the slight fatigue and confusion he had originally felt disappeared completely in an instant. This action of Irelia was too lethal, especially when he thought of Irelia's identity as a nun, and even the future White Saint.

The instant stimulation made Ron feel hot all over.

Noticing that Ron was staring at her, Irelia gave him a charming look, and then a blush appeared on her pretty face.

She wanted to pry open her little head and see what was inside.

This is a church.

Irelia was filled with remorse when she thought that she had once again blasphemed the goddess, and then she glared at Ron again.

Ron was speechless. It was clearly you who took the initiative, why are you blaming me now?

Is that so unreasonable?

Of course, Ron knew very well that reasoning with a woman was absolutely the stupidest thing to do.

"How do you feel now?" After a long while, Irelia seemed to have finally recovered a little and asked.

Ron smiled softly: "Thanks to you, I can see a lot of things clearly."

After a brief pause, Ron stood up and said, "Let's go. There's no need to stay in the library any longer."

"Where are we going?" Irelia asked casually.

As long as he opened his mouth, he could smell Ron's scent.

Although she didn't hate it, she still had to go back early to brush her teeth. Otherwise, it would be so embarrassing if she was noticed by other nuns.

"Let's go back to your place." Ron stretched his body vigorously. "That guy Virgil said that the church is a bit short of rooms now, and he hasn't arranged any accommodation for me yet."

Ron's eyes swept over Irelia's slender figure. The slightly tight nun's uniform brought out her flat belly and the seductive contours of her legs.

"The night is still long."

The first chapter in the early morning. It’s the last day of the month. Don’t hide your tickets if you have them.

(End of this chapter)