Chapter 355 How can a prophet be so shameless? (1)

Ron's meaning was very clear.

As long as West handed over the third Chaos Tablet, he would not reveal West's identity or send West to the Inquisition for trial for the sake of the tablet.

From the beginning to the end, Ron had no intention of giving anything.

West was furious, this was just freeloading.

How could a prophet be so shameless? But when West saw Ron's smiling face, and then saw Agnes beside Ron who was also smiling, he felt as if a basin of ice water was poured on him, and his original anger was extinguished almost instantly.

There's nothing I can do, this world is just so fucked up.

If you are powerful, you can really do whatever you want.

There seemed to be only two paths left before him: hand over the Chaos Slate and hope Ron would keep his promise.

Either he resisted to the death and was killed by Ron or sent to the Inquisition by Ron, and all the collections in his storage ring would become Ron's trophies, and the Chaos Slate was no exception.

And there is no difference between these two choices for Ron.

This damn bastard, if anyone tells him that the prophet is gentle and indifferent to fame and fortune, he will get angry. He is obviously an insatiable scum.

Westdennis' lips were trembling. Although he knew the outcome was already determined, he still couldn't help but want to argue: "That's the Chaos Slate..."

"Yes, I know it's the Chaos Slate, but my brother is also the director of the Inquisition." Ron said as a matter of course.

West was even more speechless. Could it be that this guy couldn't speak properly except to his brothers in the Inquisition?

Things have come to this point. Even if Westdennis is unwilling in his heart, he knows that continuing to pester him will not do him any good. At this moment, he just wants to get rid of this evil star as soon as possible.

Although he was reluctant to part with the Chaos Slate, as Ron said, he was unable to decipher the contents on the Chaos Slate, and it would be a sheer waste to keep it with him... Of course, these were just words West used to comfort himself. When he took out the slate from the storage ring, he felt his heart bleeding.

Seeing Ron unceremoniously putting the Chaos Slate into his storage ring, West felt distressed again. After a long while, he finally let out a heavy breath: "Be careful, this slate is a bit weird."

"Ever since I first came into contact with this Chaos Slate, I have been able to hear some inexplicable sounds in my ears."

“Although I feel that this stone tablet may contain some powerful power, these strange whispers have prevented me from studying it seriously.”

This guy would actually be so kind as to remind me?

This surprised Ron a little, but he smiled and said, "You are lucky. Your contact with the Chaos Slate is just a brief experience."

"So, even though you can hear the whispers, these sounds will gradually disappear over time. But if you study them day and night, you won't be able to wait for me to come find you..."

West raised his eyebrows and looked at Ron.

"Before that, you will become a madman..."

As soon as these words came out, West felt a chill running down his bones. His body couldn't help but shiver slightly. His originally normal complexion turned pale in an instant.

His throat moved slightly, and West slowly spoke: "Evil God?"

Ron said nothing, but nodded silently.

West could tell from Ron's appearance that Ron had not lied to him, and he was even more frightened. Evil God, could he be provoked casually? Facing the evil god, if he was not careful, his life would be ruined.

Fortunately, I used to think that this Chaos Slate might record some powerful power and I was obsessed with it. Now it seems that throwing this thing out of my hand as soon as possible may not be a bad thing.

West, who felt that he had gotten rid of a big trouble, blinked and looked at Ron. His meaning was very clear. Now that the Chaos Slate was in hand, what were you still doing here?

As a prophet, he must be busy day and night. How could he have time to waste in his own small shop?

Unfortunately, Ron didn't seem to feel that West wanted to send him away. He stretched his arms lazily and spoke again slowly: "All activities of the Eternal Freedom Sect in the Kingdom of Granville are stopped."

Westdennis was furious.

I've already given you the Chaos Slate, but you're so unreasonable. Now you dare to boss me around. What's the matter? Are you my boss? He wanted to point at Ron's nose and ask him to recognize his identity, but when the words came to his lips, they changed into something else: "Since my identity was exposed, all members of the Eternal Freedom Sect in Granville have stopped all activities."

"That's great." Ron nodded. Dolores wanted to build Granville into a truly beautiful kingdom, but she couldn't let the cancer of the Eternal Freedom Sect lurk inside the kingdom. If she wasn't careful, Dolores' efforts might fail.

"What about the Theocracy of Spang?" Ron asked after a pause.

"If I remember correctly, the one in charge of the Theocracy of Sbon is the Third Divine Envoy, right?"

West's face twitched. Ron, this damn bastard, knew too much about the Church of Eternal Freedom. He even seriously doubted whether this guy was the founder of the Church of Eternal Freedom.

"That's right."

"You are a prophet, but you spend most of your time in Granville. The Third Divine Envoy may not feel too much threat, so the activities there have never stopped." West answered honestly.

In front of a prophet who knows the Church of Eternal Freedom so well, all hiding is meaningless. In this case, it is better to tell the truth.

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

"How many believers are there in the Sibang Theocracy? How many of them can you call upon at will and have an impact on the Sibang Theocracy?"

"This is the matter of the third God's Envoy. We God's Envoys don't have much contact with each other." West shook his head and said.

Although they are all members of the Church of Eternal Freedom, it is obvious that they are actually three different forces that just share the same beliefs.

"In that case, you don't need to open this store. You go to the Theocracy of Sibang in person. I have some small matters over there, please help take care of them." Ron said slowly: "As for the third divine envoy, you can rest assured that he will definitely help. After all, he doesn't want his identity to be completely exposed."

Westdennis' eyes flashed quickly. He really wanted to tell Ron, "I'm not your subordinate. Don't point fingers at me."

Unfortunately, he really doesn't have that courage.

How many people can muster the courage to face someone who can easily crush them to death?

Ron's plan was simple, to assign more experts to Lydia's side.

The situation in the Spang Theocracy was much more complicated than Granville's, and he was worried that Lydia might be in danger.

This guy Westdennis is quite capable and is more than qualified to be a bodyguard.

What's more, although the Eternal Freedom Sect is despised, it is still a very powerful force anyway. If it can be used well, many of my plans will surely be more effective.

As I said, no matter what the world line the repairman originally arranged, Ron would go against it.

In the game, these gods' chosen ones were all going to die, so Ron let them live for now, as long as they could cause some trouble to the repairman.

Of course, we still have to find a way to ensure West's loyalty.

As he thought about it, Ron took out something from his storage ring and handed it to West: "Of course, I won't let you work for nothing. This is for you..."

West's eyes lit up with joy, and he subconsciously reached out to take it, but the moment his fingers touched the thing, West's body suddenly stiffened.

What the fingertips touched was a gray-black, ancient-looking stone slab engraved with strange patterns! 　Chapter 1 　　 　 (End of this chapter)