Chapter 91 My Foolish Brother (Seven Thousand)

The moment he saw Melville, the incomplete memories in Ron's mind were automatically activated.

He recognized Melville's identity.

Then, he gave a mocking smile to the brother who was about to kill him.

Hiss! Melville's body trembled visibly, his eyes widened like bells, and his two rows of neat teeth clenched together with excessive force, his knuckles turned white.

He was laughing at him! The urge to kill Ron was stronger than ever before.

Melville had always disliked and even hated his brother. It was because of this damn guy that his status as the eldest son became that of the legitimate son.

The son of a lowly maid actually became his brother, which made Melville feel that the noble bloodline of his family was tarnished, and he was also brought into shame.

When he was little, he even dared to slap himself for hitting his mother.

He had remembered that slap for more than ten years! And now, it was such a despicable thing that had hooked up with the woman he wanted, and dared to laugh at him? If Melville had originally intended to kill Ron, then now, he even wanted to use the most cruel means to make Ron suffer the most desperate pain before he died.

He wanted to trample his dignity under his feet and crush his soul.

He wanted to skin this bastard alive, tear out his tendons, and grind his bones to dust...

However, no matter how strong the urge to kill Ron was in Melville's heart, he could only clench his fingers and suppress it.

He wanted to kill Ron quietly. There was no point in killing Ron in public.

At this moment, Ron suddenly stood up.

He paid no more attention to Melville, as if he were just an insignificant passerby.

He stared at Dolores opposite him quietly and smiled softly: "It is my honor to be favored by you, Miss."

"I don't really care about a kid's last name."

"Miss, do you have anything else to say? If not, I'd like to leave for a while. I have some personal matters to take care of."

What a pity.

If he hadn't discovered Melville, he would have really wanted to have a further and more in-depth communication with Dolores immediately.

Although these three waves of death warnings had a time limit of twenty-four hours, they came faster than expected, and Ron had to prepare in advance.

Dolores narrowed her eyes and said, "Do you need my help?"

"If possible, I would like to invite you to sit in my room."

Ron shook his head slightly: "Please believe me, I can handle this little thing by myself. As your future husband, I can't always rely on a woman's protection."

Dolores is involved in Ron's longer-term arrangements.

He did not want Her Royal Highness the Princess to be involved in his current plan and not be noticed by certain beings too early.

After saying this, Ron walked straight towards Dolores... no, to be precise, he walked behind Dolores.

Just in the corner behind Dolores was the young man who was reading the newspaper. He read the Granville Daily over and over again.

Click, click, click...

The crisp sound of footsteps entered the young man's ears, which obviously made him a little nervous. Although his movements did not change, his body still subconsciously straightened.

The fingers holding the newspaper became noticeably tighter, and wrinkles appeared on the newspaper.

Finally, the footsteps stopped.

The young man could clearly feel the gaze of the man opposite him.

According to the intelligence, this is just a very weak waste. He is just a scholar and has no fighting ability at all.

He could crush a guy like this's head with just one hand.

But, he didn't know what was going on. When the man walked up to him and looked at him, he felt a chill running down his bones.

It seemed as if the one targeting him was not a scholar, but a more indescribable existence.

His throat kept moving as he swallowed saliva, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

In just a few seconds, he had reached the limit of his mental endurance. With slightly trembling fingers, he put down the Granville Daily in his hand, revealing a slightly pale face.

The muscles on his face twitched slightly, and he managed to force a smile: "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

Ron didn't answer. He tilted his head and continued to stare at the young man, who was sweating more and more on his face.

"Your name is... K... Cross? Cruz? K... Oh, oh, your name is Cruz, right?"

His voice was soft, but the young man named Cruz's pupils suddenly contracted.

How did Ron know his own name?

The identity of every member of the Spang Theocracy's secret guards is kept strictly confidential. How did Ron know this?

Cruz's lips moved, and he subconsciously said, "How do you know..."

Before he could finish his words, Ron's eyes suddenly glowed with silver light.

Mental interference.

A special magic recorded in Ostara's fragments.

Although Ron only got the upper part of the fragment and it was not comprehensive, this secret book still recorded almost all the low-level magic of the entire Church of the Goddess of Dawn, and some intermediate magic. There were even many magics that had been lost in the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.

Mind interference is one of them.

This is a magic that is somewhat similar to consciousness manipulation, but the effect is not as powerful. Correspondingly, it is not as complicated to use. It cannot directly manipulate the opponent, but it can make the target's thinking become dull.

This magic can be released through two ways: eyes and sound.

Cruz, who had been staring at Ron, was hit almost the moment the magic was released.

His expression suddenly turned stiff, his eyes became slow, and even his speech became intermittent.

His fear was clearly visible in his eyes. Cruz had sensed something was wrong. He tried to break free from this strange state, but his body was completely out of control and his mind couldn't concentrate at all.

He could only watch as Ron smiled, slowly stretched out his right hand, and placed it on his forehead.

The next moment, Ron's arms suddenly exerted force.

Snap!

It was like a bird's egg that had been hit hard.

In an instant, everyone in the audience was shocked.

The sound of bones breaking entered the ears of everyone in the hall.

The red and white slime slid down the snow-white wall, and the glass next to it was also covered with a glaring scarlet layer.

Apart from the sound of knives and forks falling to the ground, there was no other sound in the entire hall. Everyone's eyes were wide open and they felt cold all over.

Especially the group of second-generation nobles who were a little unhappy that Ron had taken Dolores away, were even more horrified and had goose bumps all over their bodies at this moment.

They kept thanking their luck in their hearts that they didn't go up to cause trouble, otherwise, it would be their own heads that were stuck to the wall, the ground, or the glass, and couldn't be removed even by pushing.

Who is this kid?

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

How dare you kill someone in public? How manly.

The priest's robe stained with scarlet blood, the gentle scholar, and the faint smile on his face made Ron's image even more terrifying.

Melville's expression instantly became extremely gloomy. He knew that it was a provocation from Ron.

Ron didn't care about the gazes of the people around him at all. He took off Cruz's storage ring, and soon, two more things appeared in his hand.

A token.

A purse.

Ron threw the blood-stained token away with a flick of his hand.

Click.

Seeing the token dropped into the dish, Lucius, the legitimate son of Earl Sharp, did not panic like the others at the table. He frowned, suppressed the nausea in his chest, took out a handkerchief, and picked up the token.

Although the token was covered in dirt, a scarlet dark word still caught Lucius's eyes.

The pupils suddenly contracted.

The largest spy organization of the Spang Theocracy, the Imperial Guard? Is this a spy sent by the Spang Theocracy to infiltrate the kingdom? Soon, an excited smile appeared on his face. Although he was the legitimate son of Earl Sharp, he was not the only legitimate son. Who could inherit the earl's title would ultimately depend on which brother was more capable.

And killing an imperial spy is definitely a great achievement.

"Investigate the city of Larnaca, especially the Sykes Hotel, and find out which guests from the Spang Theocracy are there."

"Kill them."

Lucius's cold voice penetrated into the ears of the bodyguard beside him.

Not every second-generation aristocrat is as incompetent and stupid as Hermann.

Although Lucius is a son of a noble family, he also yearns for adventure. He once traveled around the Dusk Continent in hiding. Countless adventures have given him much stronger strength and a keener sense of smell than the average young nobleman. The bodyguards around him are his companions he made along the way, and their strength is stronger than Lucius.

Lucius' voice also reached the ears of other nobles, and the originally silent hall suddenly became restless.

Sometimes, you don't need to kill someone yourself! The familiar, slender, white calves appeared on Ron's chest, the smooth jade feet swayed gently in front of Ron's eyes, and the round knees brushed Ron's lips from time to time.

Elsa showed up again at just the right time.

I don’t know if it’s Ron’s illusion, but I always feel that Elsa seems to be a little more clever than before.

She even opened a backdoor for Ron within her authority:

[Beep, system prompts, congratulations to the host for successfully killing 1 Jinyi Dark Guard, and receiving 1 reward lottery ticket in advance! ]

Ron turned a deaf ear to the changes in the hall, grabbed the blood-stained purse, and walked straight to the counter.

With a thud, Ron threw the purse onto the service counter.

"There are enough gold coins in here."

"Clean that place up and prepare a room for me."

"Huh..." The familiar waiter let out a long breath. This customer would cause a different kind of sensation every time he appeared. It was really a headache. However, as long as money was paid, nothing could be solved.

"Here is your key. Your room is on the top floor, next to the blonde lady." The waiter winked at Ron in an ambiguous way.

Ron's mouth twitched slightly. You are really thoughtful.

"Thanks!"

After thanking him politely, Ron took the key and headed straight upstairs.

Melville stood upright at the stairs, staring at Ron with a pair of sinister eyes like a venomous snake.

I haven't seen you for a long time. This big brother has really changed a little.

Melville didn't know how strong his willpower was to barely suppress the urge in his chest to tear Ron into pieces.

Ron stopped in front of Melville. Seeing that Melville wanted to kill him but didn't dare to do it directly, he felt inexplicably happy.

Perhaps, the memories of the original owner of this body had some influence on Ron, causing him to have no good feelings towards this so-called younger brother.

After staring at Melville quietly for a few seconds, Ron silently raised his hand and smeared the scarlet and thick white mucus on his palm onto Melville's clothes bit by bit.

Seeing Melville's increasingly ugly expression, Ron even considerately helped him straighten his collar. There was no other way, taking care of his younger brother was his responsibility as an older brother.

He didn't stop until all ten fingers were cleaned, then glanced at Melville: "My stupid brother..."

"roll!"

The second chapter is here with 3,500 words, and currently 7,000 words have been updated.

(End of this chapter)