Chapter 87 Do you want to be the Queen? (3)

A branch of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.

Ron's room.

When the slanting sunlight at noon filtered through the curtains and filled the room, Seraphina and Irelia finally woke up from their slumber.

The two girls were still hugging each other, with their long beautiful legs randomly crossed over each other.

This is actually a very tempting picture, but unfortunately no one has the chance to appreciate it.

Get up quietly and get dressed quietly.

God.

Last night must have been crazy.

After finally tidying up her clothes and washing up, Seraphina, whose complexion had barely returned to normal, took a deep breath and said, "I have to go to the city guards. I've been on leave for many days."

Irelia also nodded slightly: "I want to go to the library too..."

Irelia plans to continue investing her limited time in the study of the chants. The more she delves into the chants, the more she can feel the power of these forces.

Gently push open the door.

The sunlight outside was so bright that even the two girls felt it was a bit blinding.

Then they remembered that they had not left the house for some time since Ron fell into a coma.

Not far away, next to the wall, Father Abraham was directing a group of gardeners to clear the weeds in the flower beds.

"Oh, the two little girls finally came out. I thought you would sleep until night..." Father Abraham said with a smile.

Seraphina, who had just recovered a little, instantly had a blush on her face.

She didn't even dare to stay here for too long and left in a hurry with a red face.

Irelia also blushed, and then she said in surprise: "Old priest, why do you feel like you look a little younger?"

"Huh? Really?" Father Abraham rubbed his chin narcissistically. "Little girl, you are so sweet, but I also feel like I have become a lot younger recently. No wonder those nuns look at me in a strange way. They must be coveting my body and want to do something bad to me. Back then, I was also a popular figure in the church, no worse than little Ron..."

Irelia rolled her eyes in annoyance, ignored the naughty old priest, and walked straight to the library.

But I couldn't help but feel suspicious in my heart.

Really, I always feel that the wrinkles on old Father Abraham's face seem to be a little less than before.

His hunched body seemed to straighten up a little.

Just as Irelia's figure disappeared from sight, Father Abraham's voice stopped abruptly.

He sighed somewhat dejectedly, reminiscing about his youthful days, and walked slowly out of the church.

He hates nuns! He hates everything that guy likes!

…

Three consecutive death warnings.

It was even more exaggerated than the previous double death warning from Hermann and the Inspector General of the Eternal Freedom Sect.

Ron had to admit that every time Elsa opened her mouth, there was really nothing good to say.

Ron had already learned from Agnes that the Eternal Freedom Sect and Vice-Pope Apu were planning to attack him.

However, this guy Apu is just slandering. Who defiled your wife? It was an accident, an accident, understand? By the way, how did Apu know that he had desecrated the great saint Christian?

Could it be that this guy has been secretly monitoring his wife through some means?

What a shameless bastard.

Why don't you allow others to use it if you don't use it? Don't you know that waste is shameful? The only thing that surprised Ron was that the Spang Theocracy was also preparing to take action, and their actions were a little faster than Virgil had expected.

The rewards this time seemed to be quite generous, with an increase of 300 in strength, 300 in spirit, 500 in freely allocable attribute points, and even an unknown number of chances to draw prizes.

But there is no doubt that generous rewards also mean greater dangers.

Whether it is the Inquisitor, the Apostle, or the so-called witch of the Spang Theocracy, none of them are easy to deal with.

[Beep, system prompt...]

Elsa's voice sounded again.

Ron's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that there was a fourth death warning? Were there too many people who wanted to kill him? Was his character really that bad?

Several thoughts flashed through Ron's mind quickly, but fortunately, he was not that unlucky.

[Beep, system prompts, the host has activated three death warnings at the same time, activating the special task - Survive in desperate situations. ]

[Survival from a desperate situation - Successfully clear three death warnings to receive an additional advanced ten-draw lottery ticket*1! ]

Ron's gaze shifted silently, and the surrounding scenes gradually came into view.

There were dozens of people in the hall, most of whom were nobles who wanted to get closer but didn't dare to. They were arranged in a circle with Dolores at the center.

Although they lowered their heads and seemed to be whispering something, their eyes would occasionally drift in the direction of Ron and Dolores.

Of course, there are exceptions.

Sitting in the corner of the hall was a lady. She was not particularly beautiful, but elegant and dignified. She was leisurely sipping the coffee in front of her.

Directly behind Dolores was a man in his thirties holding a copy of the Granville Daily News, and he seemed very interested in the news recorded on it.

Ron slowly turned the cup with his fingers and smiled. What era is this? He is still pretending to read a newspaper. Can he be more professional? Eight out of ten lurkers in movies and TV shows are reading newspapers...

However, I didn't see the inquisitor in the ceremonial attire of a priest. I don't know whether he hadn't arrived yet or he was in disguise.

After just a quick glance, Ron already had a basic understanding of the surrounding situation.

Dolores waited for Ron's response, and her golden eyes were always staring at Ron. She tried to confirm some of her judgments from the expression on Ron's face.

If Ron already knew this, it would mean that Ron was truly a prophet.

If Ron showed even the slightest surprise on his face, in Dolores' mind, Ron would become a liar.

But what made Dolores feel strange was that the expression on Ron's face seemed quite weird. When he first heard the news, he was unusually calm, and even the action of drinking tea did not fluctuate at all.

But soon, Ron's movements became stiff.

There was a hint of surprise on his face, and this surprise turned into excitement in less than two seconds.

What the hell is this?

Even though Dolores was very good at judging other people's inner thoughts by the changes in their expressions, at this moment, she had no idea what Ron was thinking deep down.

It was difficult to judge Ron's true thoughts, so Dolores could only cough softly to wake Ron up from his own world: "Mr. Ron, did you hear what I said?"

"Ah, of course, of course." Ron nodded: "Someone wants to kill me, but I don't know who Princess Dolores is talking about?"

"Is it the judge appointed by Vice-Pope A. Lawn Montgomery?"

"Is it an apostle sent by the Eternal Freedom Sect?"

"Or are they the guests who came from the Spang Theocracy?" Ron raised his eyebrows. He seemed to not care about the crisis he encountered at all. "Let me think, how many people will the Spang Theocracy arrange to come this time? Executioners? Jinyi secret guards? It can't be that even the third witch princess Lydia will come? Oh, I almost forgot about my stupid brother..."

According to the plot of the game, after Ron was killed, before the Theocracy of Spang was ready to start a war, it arranged for a group of people to enter the Kingdom of Granville to negotiate.

The leader of this group is the third witch princess Lydia and her so-called brother, Melville Copperfield.

Hiss! Dolores looked at Ron with shock in her eyes.

She had only just learned about Melville and the third witch princess Lydia, but she didn't expect that Ron already knew everything.

He even revealed some information that he didn't know, the judge arranged by Apu, the apostles arranged by the Eternal Freedom Sect... How many people did this guy offend? However, this was enough to prove that Ron was definitely a prophet.

You know, Ron had been in a coma before this and just woke up last night. Apart from the prophet, who else could have the ability to control everything?

And now looking at Mr. Ron's attitude, it is obvious that he does not take these assassinations seriously. The three waves of killers that seem powerful are just pure clowns to Mr. Ron and it is impossible for them to cause any harm to him.

Dolores stood up in awe and subconsciously sat up straight, placing her little hands on her slender thighs like a lady.

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

Her face flushed slightly, and she opened her mouth, but didn't know how to start, as if she was afraid that she would accidentally offend the person in front of her.

After all, this is a genuine prophet.

No wonder Ron was favored by the mysterious captain.

Dolores's change stunned Lucius, Carlisle and other second-generation nobles. The fact that Ron could kiss the lady's hand was shocking enough to them, but why did the lady become like a well-behaved kitten? The original thorny rose appearance seemed to disappear completely in an instant.

What on earth did this guy do? Master! She was speechless for a moment. The oppressive atmosphere made Dolores feel a little unbearable. She twisted her body slightly: "Sir, aren't you afraid?"

"Scared?" Ron raised his eyebrows. "I can't help it. There are so many people who want to kill me. I'm used to it."

"If this is fate's arrangement, then I accept it calmly." Ron said shamelessly.

Dolores admired Ron's mentality more and more. This was the mentality that only a true master could possess.

Be unmoved by praise or criticism, and let life or death be at ease.

How many people in this world can achieve this? Originally, Dolores wanted to tie Ron to the chariot of the Granville royal family. The value of the prophet was unquestionable. No matter what the price, even if she had to marry Ron, Dolores could accept it.

After all, there was no one else in the royal family who could be used for marriage except her.

She was the only normal princess. If Ron was really a prophet, he would be worthy of her. But now, it was Dolores who had lost her confidence.

Ron's realm even made Dolores feel ashamed. Perhaps she was the one who was not worthy of him? From childhood to adulthood, in more than 20 years, this was the first time that Dolores felt so unconfident. She took a deep breath and barely suppressed the strange thoughts that emerged in her mind. Her golden eyes looked at Ron again: "Sir, I wonder what you think of the current situation in Granville?"

Ron raised his eyebrows, not sure how Dolores had abruptly changed the subject, but he still thought about it seriously.

Dolores, Ron didn't hate this woman, rather he liked her very much.

After all, the satisfaction of conquering a princess is unimaginable.

After a few seconds, Ron finally spoke slowly: "The dragon race is destroyed. Without the suppression of the dragon race, humans, elves, giants, orcs, and other races and kingdoms that hold power and strength will have wildly expanding ambitions."

"It won't be long before the whole world falls into chaos. The most important thing for the Granville Kingdom right now is... to train its troops."

"Only a strong army can protect the dignity and security of the Granville Kingdom."

Dolores' eyes were shining; the man in front of her had exactly the same thoughts as hers.

Her body was shaking with excitement. This was the first time she met someone who shared the same ideas as hers. The royal family and nobles of today had long lost their original sharpness due to the long period of peace.

They simply cannot see the dangers of the future and just want to get drunk and have fun.

They believed that even if there was a world war and the world was in chaos, they would still be aristocrats, and even if they changed countries, their aristocratic status would not change at all.

They enjoyed the wealth brought by the black oil and believed that money could solve everything, but they didn't know that after losing the protection of the dragon clan, the black oil would become the source of disaster for the Kingdom of Granville.

If you do nothing, you will be trampled under the iron hoofs of your neighboring countries.

If Dolores originally wanted to marry Ron, it was simply to use her beautiful and sexy body, plus her royal status, in exchange for Ron, the prophet's support for the royal family.

There is no emotional entanglement involved, it is purely an exchange of interests.

Now, Dolores really likes this man... After all, it is not easy to find a spiritually compatible partner.

At this moment, Ron's voice rang out: "Princess, is there anything else? If there is nothing else, I'm going to go back first."

Ron wanted to withdraw.

The longer I stayed across from Dolores, the more attractive this woman seemed.

Ron could no longer suppress the impulse in his heart.

He sensed something unusual... Even with a woman as enchanting and beautiful as Elsa, or a saint as plump and seductive as Christian, he had never been so impulsive.

"Wait a minute..." Dolores said quickly: "There is one last question."

"Speaking."

"I want to know..." Dolores hesitated, but it was obvious that she wanted to know the answer to this question: "Am I really my father's daughter?"

This question sounds a bit weird.

But Ron could understand Dolores' concerns very well.

"Your Highness, please don't worry about this. You are indeed your father's daughter." Ron said calmly.

Dolores suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that this problem had been tormenting her for a long time.

"But...your father might not think so," Ron added.

Dolores' body suddenly tensed up: "Why?"

"You know the reason better than me. Most of your brothers and sisters are weird, but you look and act normal. It's hard for your father not to suspect that he's been cuckolded," said Ron.

"The relationship between you and your daughter will become more and more distant, even worse than strangers."

Even worse than a stranger, that means... an enemy.

After all... it was Dolores who personally thrust the sword into her father's chest, staging a tragedy of a loving father and a filial daughter.

The calm princess was obviously a little flustered after hearing Ron's prophecy: "Then, what should I do?"

Ron tilted his head and thought for a while, the expression on his face became more and more strange: "Your Highness Princess Dolores, may I ask..."

"Do you want to be queen?"

Dolores will be the sharpest sword in Ron's plan to stir up fate!

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