Chapter 81 Witch's Destruction (4)

The advantage is mine? These words made Lydia frown slightly, feeling inexplicably ominous! The witch is very powerful.

But, it doesn’t mean invincible.

However, Melville's analysis is not without reason. Three executioners, thirteen secret guards, plus Melville, the most outstanding genius of the Copperfield family in a hundred years, and herself, the witch, no matter how you look at it, this is a very powerful force.

There was no way he would lose, unless Ron had a super expert from the royal family or the church headquarters by his side...

However, at present, there is no trace of this. Larnaca City does have many more outsiders, some of whom are quite powerful, but their goal should be the Thunder Fire Sword with a ten-strength enhancement at the Bauhinia Auction.

Dolores concealed her identity and lived in the Sykes Hotel. Otherwise, with the dignity of the Grand Princess, she should have lived in the City Lord's Mansion... and Christian concealed his whereabouts. In the church branch, not many people knew that the Grand Saint was here. It was normal that Melville failed to find out the news.

Gather the men, smuggle across the border, sneak into Larnaca... So far, the whole plan is going very smoothly.

There is only one last step left, killing Ron.

Once Ron leaves the church, he will die... But Lydia doesn't know why, she always feels inexplicably uneasy.

This feeling is very shallow.

But it has been lingering in my mind for a long time.

This strange feeling made Lydia feel confused and even fearful about the future.

"Melville, I heard that Ron was called a prophet by the Church of the Goddess of Dawn..." Suddenly, Lydia spoke up: "If he is really a prophet, would he know our plan in advance?"

"Oh, Your Highness the Third Princess..." Melville said in a long voice: "Believe me, this is definitely a rumor."

"My brother is just a stupid, dull scholar of ancient writings. In his eyes, those rusty iron pieces, dusty stone slabs, and parchment that will break at the slightest touch can attract his attention more than naked beauties."

"He put all his energy into those antiques that should have been buried underground forever. When I was still in the family, I felt that if I had a sister-in-law in the future, it would most likely be a bronze artifact covered with ancient characters... or a parchment with mysterious symbols drawn on it."

"He has almost no desire for power. If it weren't for his family's request, he wouldn't even touch magic, even though he doesn't have much talent in this area."

"As for the Prophet, what a mysterious and powerful being he is. How could he possibly possess such power?"

"Besides, what is a prophet? A prophet is someone who can see into the future. Even if my brother does become enlightened one day, I feel that he is more likely to have the ability to interpret the past rather than to see into the future."

"Miss Witch, think about it again. If he is really a prophet and has known the future, what will happen? The city guards of Larnaca and the clergy of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn should have surrounded this place long ago, instead of being like it is now... calm." Melville shrugged and said.

"Compared to him being a prophet, I think it's more likely that my brother discovered some special documents during archaeological excavations, which recorded some predictions about the future, such as... Archibald's notes..."

"Although I hate that guy, I also admit that he is indeed very capable in ancient Chinese character research, and it is not impossible for him to be able to interpret these ancient books."

"Then, this despicable guy used these things to deceive a group of clergy and became a so-called prophet... After all, most of the people in Granville are idiots, so it's normal for them to be fooled."

Although there was no substantial evidence, Melville's inference seemed to make sense, and Lydia's panic dissipated a little.

The corners of her mouth curled up in a graceful arc: "Maybe, I really am overthinking it."

However, neither Lydia, the witch, nor Melville, the eldest son of the Copperfield family, noticed that an invisible trace flashed by just one meter away from the window in front of Lydia.

That existence has a power that even the witch cannot glimpse.

At this moment, Lydia's body trembled violently.

A blush spread across her face.

The familiar burning sensation was spreading from my lower abdomen.

She felt that her legs were being forcefully spread apart by some brutal force.

Her eyes quickly filled with mist. The shock of that moment made Lydia completely unable to suppress it. She almost used up all her willpower to barely maintain her image from collapsing: "Melville, I want to rest for a while, you leave first."

Melville's expression also changed slightly. He could sense that something was wrong with Her Majesty the Witch. Instead of leaving, he even took a step forward and said, "Your Majesty the Witch, what are you doing..."

Seeing Melville approaching, Lydia felt a strong sense of irritation and shame and anger in her heart: "Get out!"

Melville's body suddenly stopped in place, his head lowered, and his eyes were filled with intense anger.

He clenched his fists subconsciously. After a few seconds, Melville let out a deep breath: "Then you should have a good rest."

After saying this, Melville turned and left.

After Melville disappeared, Lydia couldn't help herself any longer. Even though she covered her mouth with one hand, the beautiful sound still came out from between her fingers uncontrollably.

This damn bastard, here again?

Doesn't he need to rest? If this continues, she will break down! ...

Sykes Hotel.

Dolores' room.

A woman in armor appeared out of nowhere.

Dolores was already accustomed to this situation and did not show any surprise. Her eyes fell on the woman and an innocent smile appeared on her face.

Only in front of this woman would she show her girlish side.

The mysterious woman wore a silver mask with a sky full of stars engraved on it, making it impossible to get a glimpse of her appearance. She did not keep people in suspense and quickly told Dolores the information she had heard.

The eldest princess kept smiling: "As expected, the first ones who couldn't help themselves were the barbarians from the Spang Theocracy. They moved even faster than I expected."

The dragon race perished.

Conflict is coming to the Dusk Continent.

This was something that even a woman like her could see, but unfortunately, in the kingdom, almost all the nobles were unaware of it.

"Sacrificing the eldest son of a grand duke just to have an excuse to stir up trouble really seems like something the Theocracy of Spang would do. A witch, a heroic knight, three executioners, and thirteen secret guards. That's a lot of money to spend." Dolores complained in a low voice.

"Do you want me to kill them all?" The armored female warrior spoke again, her voice cold and a little hoarse.

Even though the other side had a witch, the female warrior obviously didn't take it seriously.

"Oh, no, no, my dear sister, don't be so anxious." Dolores' smile became sweeter and sweeter. She looked at the female warrior opposite her happily: "Do you know what is the most precious favor in the world?"

"It's a life-saving grace."

There would be no problem in just killing all these people, but... if he suddenly appeared when Ron was being assassinated and in danger and saved Ron's life, he would obviously gain more gratitude from Ron.

She hoped to tie Ron, the prophet, to the royal warship.

In order to achieve this goal, it doesn't matter even if she marries Ron. After all, the prophet is someone who can influence the situation of the entire Dusk Continent.

“Send me an invitation to the church.”

…

The ridiculous second half of the night...or rather morning, is over.

A night of import and export exchanges did not make Ron feel tired, but instead he felt refreshed. The depression and stagnation accumulated in his chest seemed to be swept away, leaving Ron refreshed.

Ron was happy, but he didn't know about a certain witch because he didn't sleep well all night! Ron, who had just finished washing up, changed into a formal suit.

He was still wearing the pure white priest robe, which looked very sacred at first glance.

After all, he is a professional pastor certified by the church and has a certificate.

Looking towards the bed, the smooth bodies of Irelia and Seraphina appeared before my eyes, their long white legs crossed, their long silver and sea blue hair tangled together.

Seeing that scene, Ron began to act impulsively again.

He seemed to have endless energy and would never feel tired no matter what... at least, in this regard.

Ron remembered what Celeos had said. Could it be that the blessing given to him by the god of love was this ability? He liked this blessing.

Shaking his head, Ron muttered softly in his heart, while pulling up the quilt to cover the beautiful bodies of the two girls, and then walked out the door. It was not that the two girls were not attractive enough, but Ron was simply worried that their bodies might not be able to bear it.

Maybe it was because it was Seraphina's first time. Although she was a heroic female knight, her ability to endure in bed was much inferior to Irelia's.

He closed the door and walked out of the room. The bright sunlight shone on his body, making his whole body warm. The sunlight even made Ron feel a little dazzling.

There was a sound of footsteps in front of me, and when I looked up, it was Virgil.

It can be seen that Virgil seems to have been living a pretty good life during this period. Ron feels that this guy seems to have gained some weight.

With an ambiguous look, he glanced at the tightly closed door behind him. Just by looking at the expression on Ron's face, Virgil knew that his good brother had just spent an unforgettable night.

"This is for you." Virgil threw a letter to Ron.

After taking a look at the words on the letter, Ron already knew who wrote it.

"Are you ready to keep the appointment? Do you want me to arrange some experts to follow you?" Virgil said in a deep voice.

The task of protecting Ron was originally the most appropriate one to be given to Seraphina...but now, the pearl of Larnaca may be dim and needs a rest.

"Recently, there have been some subtle movements in your hometown, the Spang Theocracy. According to the news I got from Isaiah, the Spang Theocracy and the Church of the Heart of Nature are inquiring about you." Virgil said.

Ron smiled slightly: "It seems that you succeeded?"

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

"Of course, the spell you taught me has an incredible and wonderful effect." Virgil was delighted: "When I told Isaiah that you don't want your brother to get hurt, she immediately gave in. It was easier than I imagined."

As he spoke, Virgil stretched out his hand and pressed on his waist. He was very happy with Isaiah's surrender, but it also brought some bad effects.

For example, the kidneys seem to be a little overdrawn.

A looming pain.

That's why he admired Ron even more. This guy seemed to have endless energy.

"That's good." Ron nodded, and the two men looked at each other, both feeling the slightly dirty smile in each other's eyes.

"Ahem, but there's no need to bother. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Since Ron had already said so, Virgil no longer insisted.

After all, this person is a prophet, and he is far better than himself in controlling the future.

"By the way, brother." Ron seemed to suddenly remember something and handed a note to Virgil.

Virgil took it and saw that the note contained some ingredients for potions.

"This is?"

"It's a special potion. Some of its ingredients are hard to buy on the market, but the church's pharmacy should have stock. Can I trouble you to get some for me? As for the efficacy, I'll tell you after I make the potion." Ron explained.

Virgil nodded without asking too many questions.

He is very smart. Ron is a prophet, and now he has the support of the Great Saint Christian. Virgil will naturally tie himself tightly to this warship.

After saying goodbye to Virgil, Ron headed out of the church.

Dolores is here.

According to the plot of the game, when the princess realizes the powerful strength of the character played by the player, she will take the initiative to propose marriage.

This has nothing to do with strategy, it's just a marriage that was born out of pure exchange of interests.

There are no players in this real world, but there is a prophet like him...

A plan was slowly taking shape in Ron's mind.

He didn't know what kind of changes would happen when the repairman converged the world line again, and what kind of plans the villain who should have died long ago would make against him, the bug.

Although he couldn't take any targeted action, Ron still had his own choices.

Perhaps, he could take the initiative.

He really wanted to see, when he turned the whole world upside down and made all the arcs of fate become a mess, how would the repairman respond?

And Dolores is a very good person to be used.

As he walked, Ron perfected his plan in his mind. Just as he passed the church yard, Ron suddenly stopped and stared at the statue of the Goddess of Dawn in front of him with a frown. He felt that this perfectly carved statue of the goddess seemed to have become dull and lifeless, and was far less lively than when he first saw it.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand and rubbed his fingers along the stone statue. The rough texture, when Ron withdrew his palm, there was a layer of gray on the fingertips.

The statue of the Dawn Goddess is in decay and decay.

The scene of the Dawn Goddess digging out the heart with her own hands was played out in front of Ron again, and the Dawn Goddess's last voice echoed in his ears:

Don't... forget me!

Looking at the church again, even though the sun was scorching overhead, Ron felt inexplicably cold, as if this sacred place was no longer protected by the goddess.

Ron's heart trembled slightly. Could it be that... the goddess of dawn has already...

But soon, Ron shook his head vigorously and threw away the thought that suddenly emerged in his mind. At least, the soul of the Goddess of Dawn was not found on the Soul Ferry.

Ostara did not fly into the sky and turn into a bright star like Celeos.

Perhaps, the Dawn Goddess was just in some special state, such as being sealed, silent, or in suspended animation?

Don't forget what I mean, I actually hope that I can wake her up someday in the future?

Ron stayed in front of the statue of the goddess for a long time before gradually leaving. Outside the church, the scene in Larnaca even made Ron feel a little unfamiliar. This city was far more prosperous than before.

The threats from the young god and the black beast did not seem to pose any threat to the city.

Virgil handled it very well.

Along the way, he could see many nobles in gorgeous dresses and practitioners with considerable strength. After a little thought, Ron understood that most of these people were here for the Thunder and Fire Sword.

It seems that Loggins really did not deceive himself. The publicity effect of the Bauhinia Auction was really good. With so many competitors, Ron had even begun to look forward to what price the Thunderfire Sword could be sold for.

Although the city of Larnaca is now blocked, just like the Great Saint Christian, this small city does not dare to prevent the nobles and bigwigs from entering.

Luo had a smile on his face. He walked quietly on the street, his ears filled with noisy sounds, hawking, bargaining, and arguments...

Very noisy.

But he didn't hate this feeling full of life.

This would give Ron a strong sense of reality.

Ron bought a piece of bread, tore off a slice, put it in his mouth and chewed.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the corner of Ron's eyes.

Was it Sister Cecilia? Ron even paused for a moment, and then someone bumped into him.

He turned his head and tensed up subconsciously. Behind him was a lady who looked to be in her twenties. She should be the daughter of a merchant family. She did not have the family emblem peculiar to the nobility, but she was still dressed quite beautifully. The loose skirt with lace was not something that the poor could afford.

She wore a wide-brimmed hat on her head, and behind her smooth forehead was long golden hair. She was quite a beauty...

The dark eyes were a little dull and tired, but filled with hope and expectation.

As for the reason for anticipation, perhaps it is because of the bulging belly.

This is a pregnant woman! Because of an accidental collision, the dark red dried meat in the pregnant woman's hand fell to the ground.

The head that had been hanging down finally raised up, his eyes staring straight at Ron's pure white priest robe, and his face began to turn pale.

The fourth chapter of 5,000 words is here, and 13,500 words have been updated today.

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