Chapter 9 Little Blackie (1)

Ron likes to be active, but he also doesn't hate to be passive.

It was obvious that Irelia had no experience, but her clumsy movements still brought strong stimulation to Ron.

He thanked Hermann in his heart. It was all thanks to Hermann!

In fact, after crossing here, his contact with Irelia was very brief, and it could even be said that it was a devastating start. Even if there were some twists and turns later, they were definitely not many. He and Irelia spoke even less. But with the contrast of Hermann, Irelia's favorability towards him continued to soar.

Ron was even more grateful that he didn't kill Hermann. This guy would continue to provide assists until he completely took down Irelia.

Hiss... huh...

Ron made a strange sound and looked at Irelia. The holiness of a nun and the temptation of a witch were perfectly combined in Irelia.

Listening to Ron's voice, Irelia became more gentle.

…

A-choo!

In the early morning on Bruno Street, the sun had not yet fully risen, and the sky was gray and a little depressing.

But for the lower class poor living here, the day has already begun. The streets are crowded with messy, low and dilapidated houses, the polluted air is mixed with all kinds of noises, people wearing shabby clothes come and go, and their numb expressions are like puppets.

The pervasive smell of corruption made Hermann frown slightly as he left the yard and was returning to the church. He didn't like this place. This place was not worthy of his status. He seemed to be irritated by this smell and sneezed violently.

Herman touched the back of his neck in confusion. He felt a chill on the back of his neck. Which damn bastard was talking bad about him behind his back?

The sky was already turning pale, and the night was about to pass.

The temperature is the lowest in the early morning. A cold wind blew and something fell on my head.

Hermann reached out and felt around, and found a tender green leaf, lush and shiny.

The leaves that shouldn't fall at this time are withering now!

Like some kind of sign!

He threw the leaves away, feeling a little annoyed.

Looking back, my previous attitude towards Irelia seemed a bit too bad. After all, Irelia was kidnapped... In other words, Irelia was just a simple victim.

But, thinking again, his fiancée was abducted by the Eternal Freedom Sect, and Ron, that damn bastard, did all kinds of difficult actions to her. Herman's mind uncontrollably emerged with various difficult actions.

As a fiancé, he also lost all face because of this, and would inevitably become the laughing stock of a large number of clergy and nobles from then on. The slight guilt in Hermann's heart disappeared instantly.

All that was left was the unsuppressible hatred.

His face became more and more hideous, and his eyes were filled with scarlet bloodshot.

This damn bitch, why didn't she swallow her tongue and commit suicide the moment she was caught? She should have died to show her determination and preserve his dignity!

As for Ron, he must die.

Hermann quickened his pace. He wanted to call for stronger reinforcements from the church branch. Only by killing Ron completely could he dispel the resentment in his heart.

The hat that had been on his head was finally taken off a little.

As for Irelia...

Although she has lost her virginity, she still has a good look and figure. She is no longer qualified to be his wife, but she can still be his lover.

It was a great honor for Irelia to be his mistress, and this was his tolerance towards her.

…

The effects of the potion of love have been released somewhat.

In the yard.

Irelia had already rearranged her clothes and shoes. Her face was no longer crazy, but instead had regained its calm and indifferent look, as if the madness just now had really released some of the pressure.

The air was filled with the scent of flowers.

The amber eyes were no longer as empty as before. They looked at Ron who was also sorting his clothes. The silence around them made Irelia a little unbearable: "Don't you have anything to say?"

"What do you want to say?" Ron raised his eyebrows.

"Next time, can you wear a pair of stockings instead?"

Huh! Irelia was discouraged. She had never expected such an answer.

After a few seconds, Irelia glanced at Ron quietly: "Do you like stockings?"

"Like..." Ron shrugged: "You know, I'm a very philanthropic person. I like stockings, but I don't just like stockings!"

"I just want to experience a different feeling, do you understand?"

Irelia sighed helplessly: "I just realized that you are really an asshole."

"Thanks for the compliment." Ron remained unmoved.

After all, the character he played was a villain.

Irelia was speechless: "Who praised you? And don't even think about it happening again. You're dreaming. It won't happen again."

Ron didn't care. This kind of thing would happen once, twice, and three times. He was not in a hurry.

After a pause, Irelia looked at Ron again, biting her lower lip with her white teeth:

"I'm leaving now," Irelia said.

Ron nodded.

The yard returned to silence, filled with unbearable awkwardness. Ron was helpless, wishing only Herman was here.

As long as Herman was there, the atmosphere would definitely not be so bad. This very talented guy would definitely think of a way to stimulate Irelia and increase Irelia's favorability towards him again.

Although it might be a little cruel for Hermann to watch his fiancée serving him with her own eyes, it might also be quite exciting.

As Ron watched, Irelia left.

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

In the shoes, it felt a bit bad.

As soon as they arrived at Bruno Street, a deserted place, Irelia could no longer control herself. She suddenly squatted down, covering her face with her hands. The blush ran down her neck and covered her cheeks, and even her ears were red.

It was as if there was steam coming out of his head.

Oh, Goddess of Dawn.

She must be crazy, otherwise, how could she do such a blasphemous thing?

It was fine before, but after it was over, a strong sense of shame came over her all of a sudden. Irelia hadn't expected that the scene between a nun and a priest that she had accidentally seen would be so shameful when they actually did it.

Oh well.

A very pleasant cry came out of his mouth.

"Irelia, you really are a lunatic!"

…

Ron also let out a breath and glanced at the sky. Night had already passed.

He turned back to the room and found the followers of the Church of Eternal Freedom.

These believers were all very well-behaved. They stayed in the room obediently, not even daring to take a peek. They didn't know how fierce the battle was outside, but from the expression on Ron's face, they could tell that the beautiful nun made the supreme commander very satisfied.

As expected of Lord Ron, he is so powerful that he has the little nun under his control.

Ignoring the atmosphere of flattery that was about to begin, Ron pondered for a moment and said, "Everyone, our base has been discovered by the Church of the Goddess of Dawn. It is no longer safe here. You should leave first and seek refuge with other branches nearby. I don't think they will refuse."

Many believers were stunned for a moment, and one of them boldly asked, "Sir, what about you?"

"I need to stay here temporarily to deal with the next things, don't worry."

After Ron's persuasion, all the believers left.

After seeing these people off, Ron was not in a hurry to leave. He studied the system and found that it was not much different from the original one except for a few more functions.

Adding another set of skins only makes the system look more pleasing to the eye.

The rewards for the mission have been distributed.

He only killed Dawn Farouk, but he was the leader, and his reward was to increase his strength from Extraordinary One Star to Extraordinary Two Stars.

Although he was still a weakling, Ron was quite satisfied. After all, apart from the equipment, this was the power that truly belonged to him.

In fact, in Ron's view, Herman and Dawn Farouk were both the dilemmas he faced when he first crossed over to this world. Only by breaking this situation could he truly gain a foothold in this world temporarily.

The role of the system is to issue death warnings and survive the death crisis so that he can become stronger.

In order to become stronger, should we actively commit suicide? Perhaps, it can be called an infinite suicide system.

Forget it, there's no need for that. What if he accidentally gets into trouble and dies? Besides, he's just a small villain, why does he need to be so strong? "Hey, do you have any other functions?" Ron asked suddenly, trying to chat with the system.

But unfortunately, except when issuing tasks, the system was silent and had no communication with Ron at all.

Ron was not discouraged and continued to talk to himself: "Hey... I can't keep asking you to hello, can I?"

"How about giving you a name?"

"Your skin is black and white: light and dark. How do you feel about calling you blackie?"

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