Chapter 80 The last person who had an advantage over me was Herman (3)

Dolores silently put down her fork, raised her slender eyes, and swept her cold gaze over the handsome man beside her:

"Are you Ron Copperfield?"

The man who called himself Ron Copperfield kept his right hand awkwardly in the air, not knowing whether to retract it or continue to hold it there.

This was the first time that the tall and handsome man encountered such a situation.

The young man withdrew his right hand somewhat angrily and coughed: "Of course, what's wrong with this name?"

Dolores did not answer, but just stared at him quietly. Her golden eyes made the young man feel a little numb.

A few seconds later, Dolores pointed to the side: "Get lost!"

The young man's face suddenly froze.

It seems that this rose, although beautiful, has thorns.

He smiled awkwardly and left.

After staring at the young man's back for a few seconds, Dolores looked away.

Although she had just arrived in Larnaca yesterday and had not had time to meet Ron Copperfield, she had heard that Mr. Ron was an elegant gentleman.

He is well-mannered, with a bit of bookish air, elegant and mysterious.

There is no way it could be the reckless street urchin in front of him.

Come to think of it, the way this guy speaks is subtly different from Granville, more like... the accent of the neighboring Spong Theocracy.

A person from the Spang Theocracy actually went to Granville and pretended to be a prophet?

Interesting! Glancing at the back of the man walking upstairs, Dolores picked up the fork and tapped the handle lightly on the table. No one noticed that a translucent shadow gradually emerged beside Dolores: "Keep an eye on that man."

…

On the other side, a young man who claimed to be Ron Copperfield also came upstairs.

Pushing open a door, inside the house, a beautiful figure was standing quietly at the window, staring at the outside world.

A breeze blew, revealing two white and tender calves from under the dark red Gothic skirt.

This woman is very beautiful.

She is no less beautiful than the woman downstairs, one is enchanting, the other is dazzling.

There was a flash of crazy fascination in the young man's eyes, but he quickly restrained it. He could say sweet words to other women, but not to the woman in front of him.

The witch's methods can be fatal.

However, he didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the witch lady seemed more charming at this moment.

His usually unchanging, cold face actually showed a slight blush.

She looked as if she had just experienced some intense exercise.

A few strands of black hair stuck to the smooth forehead, making it look a little messy.

Her breathing was a little rapid, and even her bright red eyes seemed to be misty. Her throat moved slightly, and she seemed to swallow something.

It could be saliva! In short, the witch is showing off her feminine charm. You can even feel her body trembling.

What a beautiful woman... The young man was stunned by the sight, and the fascination in his chest became stronger and stronger.

After a long while, the witch's voice came coldly: "Using your brother's name to seduce women...you are really shameless."

There seemed to be a sense of relief in the voice.

It was finally over there. The torture lasted for nearly half an hour and was really tormenting.

The young man shrugged casually, his attitude was relaxed... Witches are not easy to mess with, but as long as you don't do anything too extreme, it's easy to get along with them.

He smiled: "Don't say that guy is my brother... Miss Witch, please pay attention to this. Although Ron is the eldest son of the Copperfield family, his mother is just a lowly maid. I... am the legitimate son of the Copperfield family."

"The future patriarch of the Copperfield family is me, Melville Copperfield!"

After emphasizing this point, Melville spoke again: "As for borrowing his name, oh, Your Excellency the Witch, think about it...if something really happens, it can't be blamed on me, how good it is."

Melville's smile grew wider and wider. "What's more, once Ron dies, there will be no evidence. The lady won't be able to find him even if she wants to."

"As expected of you, you are the famous playboy of the Spong Theocracy." The witch sneered.

"Thank you, I take that as a compliment."

The witch finally turned her head and glanced at Melville: "What a pity, the girl told you to get out."

Crunch...

The smile on Melville's face suddenly collapsed: "Your Highness, Third Princess, can we not mention this? I am very embarrassed."

That’s right, the witch in front of him is also the third princess of the Spang Theocracy, Lydia Douglas!

Lydia didn't say anything else. She turned her gaze back to the city, letting the cold wind outside the window blow her black hair.

Her mind has returned to normal.

Standing in a high-rise building, her scarlet eyes could clearly see the entire city, the luxury of the aristocratic district, the prosperity of the commercial district, and even the civilian area made Lydia's eyes full of envy.

This city is really prosperous.

Whether it was the pot-bellied nobles, or the cunning businessmen...even the common people, they all had relatively strong physiques.

Even the poor who have nothing have wooden houses to shelter them from the wind and rain.

Larnaca was just an ordinary city in the Kingdom of Granville. How extravagant would the royal city be? Even if it was just a hotel, one night would cost one gold coin... This was really too expensive. One gold coin could get you to stay in the best hotel in the Kingdom of Spang for ten days, ten days... and breakfast was included.

But the Kingdom of Granville seemed to have long been accustomed to this kind of consumption.

The reason why this country is so rich is because of something special... black oil.

As long as it is dug out from the ground and slightly refined, it can be used.

Cooking, heating, lighting, steelmaking, steam trains, factory production... This substance can have the same effect as the Philosopher's Stone in some aspects, but it is much cheaper than the Philosopher's Stone and has a larger output.

Due to its wide application, black oil has no problem finding a market. In addition, this black oil is only produced within the Kingdom of Granville, so they can set the price at will.

This brought exaggerated wealth to the Kingdom of Granville.

It is this exaggerated wealth that allows Granville to live a much more affluent life than in other countries.

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

If so, this black oil can belong to the Theocracy of Sbon...

There were dragons suppressing it before.

No matter which country it is, no matter how much it covets Granville's wealth, it dares not start a war easily.

But now... the dragon clan is gone.

This is an opportunity.

There are countless countries around the Kingdom of Granville, eyeing it covetously.

Of course, even if we want to start a war, we need at least a passable excuse.

For example, the eldest son of the Grand Duke of Spang Theocracy was murdered in Granville... This is a very good reason.

Although, she had never met that person and did not have any hatred towards him.

But this is a conflict and interest between countries. On one side of the scale are tens of millions of citizens of the Spang Theocracy. As a member of the royal family, she knows very well which side is more important!

After a long while, Lydia lowered her eyes and said, "The Copperfield family's contribution will be remembered by the royal family and the church."

"One of your sisters will become a prince consort."

"One of your sisters will become a candidate for the church's saint."

"As for you, Melville, you will be entitled to choose a princess from the royal family to be your wife."

"Please do not doubt that this is the gift promised by my father and the Pope before we set out."

Melville's face was filled with a warm smile. He placed one hand across his chest and bent over. "It is the honor of the Copperfield family to sacrifice their lives for the Spang Theocracy and the Church of the Heart of Nature."

Anyway, it wasn't his fate to die.

"What do you think, if I choose you..." Melville said tentatively.

However, before she finished her words, Lydia's face suddenly darkened.

The sudden coldness in the room made Melville's throat move slightly, and a layer of frost seemed to condense on his eyelashes.

Melville grinned and said, "I'm just kidding."

Lydia's complexion returned to normal: "Mr. Melville, this joke is not funny."

After a pause, Lydia spoke again: "So, tell me, what did you find out?"

"Very bad." Melville spoke slowly, reluctantly moving his eyes away from Lydia. Sooner or later, he would take this woman down.

"My brother has been in a coma for ten days. It would be the best if he could die like this."

"But, just last night, he woke up." Melville spread his hands helplessly: "Anyway, we can only do it ourselves!"

"According to the information I have, there are not many experts around him. Only Seraphina, a heroic female knight, can barely be considered a threat."

"Besides that, some nuns and bishops are not worth mentioning."

"As for my brother himself, after being kicked out of the family, he seems to be a little more capable than before. He can defeat panic-level practitioners. I estimate that his strength should be around disaster level..."

"This time, we brought three executioners from the Church of the Heart of Nature who are specially used to deal with apostates, as well as thirteen elite royal guards..."

"What's more, I am a heroic knight..."

Plus, the third princess is a witch.

"No matter how you look at it, the advantage is on my side, there is absolutely no way there will be any problems."

Melville didn't know that the last person who felt that he had the upper hand was Hermann.

He is dead, his ashes have been scattered...

Chapter 3 is here.

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