Chapter 95 I May Be Dead (1)

Ron stared out the window for a while before he retracted his gaze and looked at Charlene again.

Charlene's crossed-arms gesture and her wary eyes made Ron feel a little strange.

This is not a reaction that a member of the Church of Eternal Freedom should have.

If he was really a member of the Eternal Freedom Sect, shouldn't he take off his tights neatly and then use the most advanced technology in the entire Dusk Continent to do everything possible to please his master? Although, in Ron's opinion, the tight leather jacket was the highlight.

However, Ron didn't have this idea for the time being, it was not the right time.

"You are a believer of the Church of Eternal Freedom, and you still care about this?" Ron asked the question in his mind.

In the game, he did not pursue the seven females among the thirteen apostles, and his knowledge of the apostles was limited to the CGs and text descriptions posted by other players on the forum.

He suddenly remembered that although CGs of the other six apostles were often released on the forum, the comments given by players were all very exciting.

But, it seems that I have never seen Charlene's picture.

Among the thirteen apostles, this girl in front of him, whose IQ is not very high, seems to be an outlier among the outliers.

"Of course!" Charlene raised her head proudly: "I am an apostle!"

"So, what next?"

Facing Ron's questioning, Charlene suddenly became a little ashamed, her head drooped, and her left and right index fingers kept circling: "In the Eternal Freedom Sect, apostles are different from ordinary believers below."

"Apostles never participate in those low-level, animal-like parties."

"The apostles are not only pursuing physical pleasure, but also spiritual connection. In the sect, the thirteen apostles are paired up in pairs. Except for being occasionally asked to serve by the gods, they are basically a normal husband-wife relationship. Even if they hold a banquet, only the gods and other apostles can attend."

They were paired up in pairs, and then Charlene was the one left.

"You've never been chosen by anyone?" Ron raised his eyebrows.

Charlene felt even more ashamed. After a long while, she finally answered in a voice as soft as a mosquito's: "Humph... They think I'm stupid..."

Ron's lip trembled.

I'm afraid it's not because he thinks Charlene is stupid.

The most important reason is Charlene’s terrifying talent.

It is easy to kill someone within a range of 1.5 meters. Unless magical intervention is made in advance, even a legendary master will be doomed, or seriously injured if not killed.

This was extremely terrifying. Based on Ron's understanding of the Eternal Freedom Sect's divine messengers and apostles, they were all extremely cautious in character. Even if they were prepared to interfere with magic, they would never allow a threat like Sharin to get close to them.

Then, the ghost assassin in front of him suddenly pursed his lips and said, "Besides, the other six female apostles are all prettier than me."

This is the truth.

Judging from the released CGs, each of these apostles is the type that is enchanting to the core.

Perhaps, their figures and looks are not the best, but they are definitely the most capable of arousing the passion in men's hearts.

Compared to those apostles, the silly and cute Sharin really has no competitiveness, so it is normal for her to be left behind.

Ron exhaled slightly: "Don't worry, you are not stupid, you are smart."

Charlene raised her head suddenly, and her originally depressed expression suddenly became bright: "Really?"

"Of course, I am a prophet and I don't lie."

Ron said righteously, "It won't be long before you realize how wise it is for you to voluntarily sign a contract with me."

Charlene grinned and said that she didn't sign it voluntarily.

But Charlene was still a little happy.

After all, this was the first time since she was a child that someone said she was not stupid... Even her parents heard the most "you are so stupid!"

Seeing Charlene's appearance, Ron felt a rare sense of guilt deep in his heart.

He rubbed his forehead and suppressed the strange thoughts in his heart: "Ahem, all right, Miss Charlene, stay hidden and pay close attention to the surroundings. If anyone approaches, notify me at any time."

Charlene let out a breath. She wanted to refuse and didn't want to obey Ron's orders so quickly, but the scarlet chains that were about to emerge on her skin made Charlene understand what the consequences would be if she didn't obey.

Right in front of Ron, Charlene's figure gradually became transparent, and then could no longer be seen.

To be fair, apart from her slightly low IQ, from the perspective of an assassin, Charlene is really excellent.

Ron glanced out the window again. His vision was very good, and even with the curtains blocking his view, he could still vaguely see several figures in the building opposite.

The sun has set and clouds are covering the sky.

The dancing candlelight reflected on the curtains, swaying in the wind, and it seemed that some mysterious party was taking place on the opposite side.

After this awakening, various strange events around him have increased significantly.

This is not a good sign.

After a long time, Ron withdrew his gaze and sat quietly at the desk again. For him, the most important thing now was to deal with the assassins sent by the Spang Theocracy and Apu.

He still had many things to arrange in the slightly later future, so he picked up a pen and quickly wrote on a piece of white paper:

"Dear Brother Virgil, when you read this letter, I may be dead..."

"I just want to ask you one thing. After I die, please immediately..."

…

City Lord's Mansion.

The Marquis of York's study.

This is a tall, middle-aged man who looks gentle and refined. His slightly protruding belly proves that his figure has begun to change.

Looking at his daughter dressed in armor and full of heroic spirit, the Marquis of York felt a little lonely.

I never had this feeling even when my daughter got married.

But this time, the Marquis of York realized that his precious daughter might really be abducted.

The Marquis of York had already investigated the other party's identity.

Ron Copperfield.

The eldest son of the Copperfield family of the Spang Theocracy, a scholar of ancient characters, apostate of the Church of Eternal Freedom, senior priest of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, good brother of Virgil, blasphemer of the Great Saint Christian, a prophet, and a lover of wives.

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

He has many titles, and all in all, he is a very complicated guy.

He killed Hermann, the only son of the Vice-Pope of Apu.

This will definitely cause him some trouble.

The Marquis of York did not want his family to be involved in a conflict of this level. Although the Marquis was noble, he was still vulnerable in front of such a behemoth.

But he also understood that this was also an opportunity for the York family.

If you bet right, you will soar to the sky.

If I could leave a prophet's bloodline to the York family...

The middle-aged man's eyes began to brighten... After a few seconds, the excitement and madness in the eyes of the Marquis of York gradually disappeared. He opened the drawer, took out a few plastic-wrapped papers, and handed them to Seraphina.

The Marquis of York said with a painful look on his face: "Three notes of Archibald, one note of Partridge...Oh, damn it, my dearest daughter, do you know how much energy and wealth your father and I have spent to collect these things?"

In front of her father, Seraphina showed a rare bit of playfulness. She took the notebook and bowed to her father: "Thank you!"

The Marquis of York's eyes widened immediately. Oh, damn, listen, listen to what he said? Thank you? Two words cheated him of the treasure he had collected for most of his life?

Seeing Seraphina turning around and leaving gracefully, the Marquis of York shouted from behind: "This time next year, I will be holding a grandson... Did you hear me? A grandson!"

"Also, your first son must have the last name York... Got it?"

Seraphina puffed out her cheeks.

A small hand was quietly placed on her lower abdomen. This kind of thing was not something she could decide.

Although everything that should and shouldn't have happened has happened, no one knows whether it is possible to conceive a child.

Seraphina returned to her room.

She took off her armor, her slender and toned body reflected in the floor-length mirror. She took out a light blue dress with lace from the closet and tried it on.

She originally didn't like this kind of light clothing. For a female knight, a skirt could not provide as strong defense as armor.

But, no matter what, Seraphina is also a woman, and she also wants her lover to see her better side.

The bed was filled with dresses that Serafina had tried on, and she finally chose the one she had tried on first.

After a brief hesitation, Seraphina took out a pair of black stockings from the back of the closet...

Irelia said that her lover is a perverted stockings lover, and his favorite thing is to tear up good stockings.

Seraphina couldn't understand this twisted hobby.

But as long as her lover likes it, she will try her best to satisfy him.

Even the metal combat boots on her feet were replaced by Seraphina with a pair of crystal high heels.

After doing all this, Seraphina picked up the four notes on the coffee table again and prepared to find Ron.

Seraphina has never had any interest in these ancient documents, especially those written in ancient characters. The densely packed text always makes Seraphina feel overwhelmed.

But this time, for some unknown reason, Seraphina's eyes fell on the notebook.

Perhaps she just wanted to learn about what Ron was interested in, hoping that she could have more common language with Ron.

But just as Seraphina's eyes fell on the notebook, her body suddenly stiffened.

The words on the notebook seemed to come alive at this moment, and strange symbols twisted and squirmed in Seraphina's eyes.

The next moment, Seraphina's body trembled violently, her hands loosened, and all four notebooks fell to the ground.

She covered her head with her hands, and her pretty face was distorted to the extreme in an instant, like a hideous demon.

Unreal and noisy, indescribable and crazy whispers penetrated my ears and entered my mind! 　The first chapter of 3,000 words is here, and the next chapter will be in an hour.

Thank you, Long Jian, I am not Miss Makima’s dog. Thank you for the reward from Xueyue Guhan.

(End of this chapter)