Chapter 85 A Family Should Be in Order (1)

Ron's expression remained unchanged. You can sue him however you want in Larnaca, whether it is the City Lord's Mansion which symbolizes the government, or the Church of the Goddess of Dawn. If he frowns, he will lose.

Even if they report it to the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, what does it matter? Isn't there still a great saint Christian over there to support them?

Originally Ron thought that this was just Malte's own behavior and it should have nothing to do with his parents. But now looking at the performance of these two old guys, Ron understood that his parents must also be participants. Maybe it was these two shameless old guys who had been giving advice.

They wanted to keep deceiving Cecilia until she left the church and they could no longer squeeze any money out of her!

What a shameless family of bastards.

Malte's parents finally saw Ron's clergy robes and their expressions froze. A priest... a real clergyman, unlike Cecilia, was someone they could never afford to offend.

Ron showed no mercy just because Malte's mother was a woman. He raised his foot and kicked the noisy woman out, then squatted in front of Malte.

Seeing Ron's figure, Malte felt horrified. The intense fear made him dare not even continue screaming. He could only grit his teeth and tremble.

In comparison, Ron seemed very easygoing. He gently held one of Malte's fingers again and asked, "Where's the money Cecilia gave you?"

Ron didn't care about ten gold coins, but he would feel sick if the money fell into Malte's hands.

"Money? What money? That was given to me by Cecilia herself...ah..."

Before he could finish his sentence, there was another earth-shattering scream.

A pig about to be slaughtered is no more than that.

Ron moved the second finger to the back of his hand.

The finger joints were almost about to burst.

The intense pain made his whole body twitch constantly. The movement here also attracted the attention of many civilians around. They looked at this side with horror. No one expected that Ron would be so cruel and act without any hesitation.

He is obviously a clergyman.

Seeing those two fingers that had been twisted beyond recognition, almost everyone felt a dull pain in their fingers.

Ron was too lazy to say anything to Malte. He reached out and fumbled around on Malte's body, and soon found a purse. He shook it, and a few yellow copper coins fell to the ground with a clink.

Just a few copper coins? Although Cecilia's monthly salary was not much, she had a few silver coins, all of which she gave to Marte. In ten years, there would be at least dozens of gold coins! That was a wealth that a civilian family could not use up in their lifetime.

Even if we don't talk about these, there are still the ten gold coins that Ron gave Cecilia just now...

So much money, but now only a few coppers are left? "Where's the money?" Ron asked again in a gloomy voice.

Waves of stinging pain continued to spread through the fingers, arms, and into the brain, and there were streaks of scarlet blood between the clenched teeth.

People who have not experienced it cannot possibly understand how it feels to have their fingers broken. It is more unbearable than having the fingers chopped off directly.

But facing the violent Ron, Malte could only endure it desperately and replied in a hoarse voice: "The money is here...Give me another chance, I will definitely turn the tables, I will definitely win next time, and then I will give it all back to you..."

Ron sneered contemptuously, this man is also a gambler.

Fortunately, Cecilia was not really with Malte. Even if there was no such woman as Ava, Cecilia would never have been happy with Malte.

Looking at Marte's parents, they were obviously not surprised by Marte's answer. They had known their son's character for a long time. If Cecilia hadn't sent money every quarter, they would have been gone a long time ago, right? This family was full of parasites sucking blood from Cecilia!

"One last question. What are you going to do with Cecilia after she leaves the church?" Ron raised his eyebrows.

This was not a necessary question, but Ron didn't want Cecilia to have any attachment to this man.

Cecilia had been standing quietly by the side, watching Ron torturing Malte without any sympathy in her heart, but when she heard this question, her eyes couldn't help but shrink slightly.

"Of course I will marry her. I will definitely marry her..." Malte answered subconsciously.

Ron exhaled slightly. After so long, why didn't this guy learn his lesson? Snap!

Malte screamed heart-wrenchingly, and the sound made everyone's scalp tingle.

"I don't like to hear lies."

"I say, I say..." Marte screamed loudly: "Yes, there is a nobleman who has taken a fancy to Cecilia. If Cecilia really leaves the church one day, I plan to sell her to that nobleman..."

As soon as these words came out, Cecilia's pupils suddenly contracted.

A pair of bare hands subconsciously hugged the shoulders, and the slender body trembled accordingly.

Cecilia simply couldn't imagine what kind of end she would have ended up in if it weren't for her husband.

The person I thought I was your lover was far more cruel than I imagined.

Ron's eyes narrowed as well. This family was really determined to eat Cecilia up completely, without leaving even a trace of her.

Although there are many shameless people in this world, those who can be so shameless can definitely be called the best in the world.

Is this guy really a human being?

Ron's right hand finally moved away from Malte's wrist. There was almost no intact finger on this guy's palm.

Malte thought he finally didn't have to endure that kind of torture anymore, he let out a long breath...but Ron's right hand suddenly drew an arc in the air and clasped Malte's head.

The next second, in front of Malte's extremely surprised gaze, Ron lifted his entire head off the ground.

Malte seemed to have figured out what Ron was going to do. He widened his bloodshot eyes and said, "No... don't..."

Bang!

Ron smashed his head, which was raised high, to the ground.

There was only a dull sound, and the stone slabs on the ground shattered, along with Malte's head, and red and white sticky substances splattered everywhere.

There was deathly silence all around, with only the dead body of Malte still twitching like a toad.

This guy doesn't care about the laws of the Granville Kingdom at all.

Cecilia's heart also trembled slightly, but the next moment, she felt that a heavy burden that had been weighing on her seemed to disappear at this moment, and was replaced by unprecedented ease.

When Marte said that he was going to sell her to a nobleman, the last bit of hope in Cecilia's heart was completely cut off.

Malte's parents' faces changed drastically.

They didn't even have time to feel sad about their son's death. As if out of pure instinct, the two of them screamed almost at the same time and ran out of the house.

They wanted to run, they just wanted to be farther away from this demon...

A sharp blade, with a scarlet glow, silently slashed across the throats of the two men.

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

The two men's bodies suddenly stopped where they were, and the next second, they fell to the ground with a thud.

Although his throat was cut, not a drop of blood spurted out. All the blood was swallowed up by the bloody knife.

Cecilia finally put away the bloody knife, dragged the two bodies back to the room, and threw them next to Malte.

This was her first time killing someone. She felt no fear, but instead was excited and eager to try.

Destroy the whole family!

A family should be together and orderly.

Ron finally stood up and stretched his arms as if it was just a trivial thing.

It seems that the repairman is not interested in just any trash... At least, the repairman did not like the Malte family.

They are not even qualified to be pawns.

Without the repairman's interference, it would be so easy to kill a few people.

This was Cecilia's business and had nothing to do with Ron. But after killing these three people, Ron felt particularly refreshed, as if some of the depression that had accumulated in his heart was swept away at this moment.

Could it be that killing is a good way to vent depression?

This discovery is not very good.

Ron shook off the blood beads on his hands and walked out the door. Cecilia followed him immediately. Ron did not do anything to Ava. In some ways, this woman was just deceived. She did not do anything to hurt Arelia. Ron did not kill innocent people to that extent.

The crowd gathered at the door immediately dispersed. No one was dissatisfied with Ron for killing Malte's family of three. Some even seemed happy... It was obvious that this family of three were not very good people even in the civilian area. No one even went to notify the city guards.

"Feeling better?" Ron tilted his head and glanced at Cecilia.

The stupid nun who had been deceived for ten years let out a long sigh: "Much better."

"That's good. By the way, go to the City Lord's Mansion and report the situation here. Believe me, nothing will happen. After all, it's a bit inappropriate not to inform the City Lord's Mansion after killing three people."

Ron still had to meet Dolores, which had delayed him quite a bit of time.

Cecilia nodded.

Ron took out a few more gold coins from his pocket and handed them to Cecilia.

"Sir, what do you mean?" Cecilia asked in a low voice, biting her lips with her pearly teeth.

"Nothing. I just want you to run another errand for me. Buy some herbs from the pharmacy." Ron carefully explained the types and quantities of herbs to be purchased.

That is, the potion used to break through the panic level.

Cecilia then smiled, took the gold coins and left.

Watching Cecilia's departing back, Ron chuckled. He knew that although Cecilia looked normal now, she must be in a state of confusion inside.

The best way to prevent Cecilia from having wild thoughts is to find something for her to do, even if it is just a small thing, which can make Cecilia feel needed.

And this is what Cecilia lacks most at the moment.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared. After a brief plan in his mind, Ron headed straight for the Sykes Hotel...

In the letter sent by Princess Dolores, the agreed meeting place was at the Sykes Hotel.

Although, to Ron, this might not be appropriate.

After all, it was the Sykes Hotel, a famous whorehouse in Larnaca!

He and Princess Dolores just met for the first time, and they checked into the hotel. Wasn't that too fast? He, Ron, was not such a casual person, he was a gentleman! 　Today, the first chapter is 3,300. The next chapter will be in an hour, and we need some time to review it. In addition, we need to spare some time, so that we can have a chance to revise it if it is rejected.

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