Chapter 97 The Prophet, Knows Everything! (3)

"Irelia, remember my words. No matter what happens, please don't despair. Believe that hope always exists. You know that I will always love you."

After writing the last sentence on the paper, Ron let out a breath and put the paper away, leaving it for Irelia.

This feeling was terrible. He could roughly understand why the Riddler existed in this world... Sometimes, you can't express certain content too directly, otherwise, it would be easy for some special existence to see through it. You can only use ambiguous expressions and hints in the hope that the other party can understand what you want to express.

"You've really become a bit sentimental." Ron laughed and shook his head.

There was a lonely expression on his face, but it soon disappeared and he became cheerful.

Stroking the ring representing the Soul Ferry, he was perfecting the plan in his mind, and he would not allow any mistakes to occur in this plan.

My sight drifted out the window, and in the gloomy sky, there seemed to be an eye silently watching me.

He knew what that meant.

The advanced contract document allowed Ron and Charlene to maintain a subtle connection. Charlene could ignore the space and inform Ron of the information she had spied at any time, and Ron could also issue different instructions in a timely manner.

For example, interfering with a target for forty seconds or something like that. This was a very subtle operation, and Ron felt like he was almost becoming a master of micro-manipulation.

The corridor outside the door is quiet and deep.

The dim corridor lights cast a long shadow on the ground; Melville was walking alone in the corridor.

“Damn it…”

“Damn it, damn it, damn it…”

Melville kept cursing and it was obvious that he was not in a good mood.

Ever since Ron woke up, he hasn't had a single second of happiness. First, the two women told him to get lost twice, then Ron provoked him in person, and then Ron told him to get lost again.

God knows what Melville was feeling at that moment.

He wished he could crush the face that was so close to him into pieces, break his fingers one by one, and smash his bones piece by piece.

But no matter how crazy Melville's mood was, he could only endure it.

He couldn't kill Ron in public.

One of his teeth was broken and his gums were bleeding.

I thought that after tonight, Ron would become a corpse.

Of course, he was in pieces. He would not let Ron die so easily. He would try every possible way and use every possible means to make this man understand what hell is.

But...the plan went wrong again.

The thirteen secret guards and the three executioners all became prey and were being hunted by that group of crazy nobles.

He went to find Lydia, and was told by the third princess that there was an unexpected interference and the plan to hunt Ron was cancelled. She tried to contact and even win over Ron.

What a joke! He had been patient for so long, waiting for the final enjoyment, and now he was told to cancel the plan? He even had to win over Ron? How could he accept such an ending?

At that moment, the depression that had been accumulating in Melville's heart exploded.

He hated Ron.

Always have been.

He didn't understand, because he was obviously the legitimate son and the one who would inherit the position of head of the family in the future.

Ron is just a bastard born by a maid, why is this bastard valued by so many people?

He had already shown quite amazing talent at a very young age, and his future was limitless. Why, when the president of the Magic Association of the Spang Theocracy personally visited the Copperfield family, he disdained his friendship and didn't even look at him, but just held a pile of tattered books and asked to find Ron? Why was Ron personally invited by the Saint of the Heart of Nature Church to enter the library of the Heart of Nature Church, a place that even he was not qualified to be invited to, and when he showed his newly learned martial arts in front of the Saint, hoping to get the Saint's praise, he only got a perfunctory: Ah, very good, and then the Saint turned around and continued to discuss the rotten scroll with Ron.

Even after Ron ran away from home, many important people visited the Copperfield family one after another. After learning that Ron had left, they all showed lost expressions on their faces, and when faced with the invitation of the future head of the family, they were even unwilling to sit down and have a cup of tea.

Why, why, why? Didn't he just know a few crooked, outdated characters? Why, in the eyes of all the bigwigs, only that damned bastard was there, and not him, the legitimate son, as if Ron was the real hope of the Copperfield family?

It has been like this since he was a child, like a nightmare that has always tormented Melville.

But now, this nightmare is about to end.

As long as we kill that bastard, no one will remember Ron's name anymore.

Melville grinned and looked towards the door not far ahead.

I originally thought that sneaking into the branch of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn was a bit risky, but I didn't expect this guy to come to my door on his own initiative.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Ron has always felt that he is just a small scholar in the ancient character research circle... He buries himself in ancient books all day long and has no idea what his position is in this circle.

Obviously, fatal danger was about to come, but there was no sign of tension on Ron's face. He even made himself a cup of coffee and sat leisurely in the chair. Through Charlene, he could perfectly grasp all the information around him.

Such a chaotic commotion here actually did not attract the city guards.

Perhaps Dolores has already made all the arrangements, and this stage will not be disturbed by anyone tonight.

He seemed to be completely unaware that a transparent shadow had appeared outside the open window at some point.

Judge of Hell, Issa!

He is the senior inquisitor of the Inquisition of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn. The word "Hell" refers to the apostates and heretics who fall into his hands, who will endure tortures comparable to hell.

He was also one of the twelve loyal lackeys under Ap. Lawn Montgomery... No, there were only eleven left now. The previous lackey, Alec, had died in the righteous sneak attack by Virgil and Seraphina.

Of course, even if they are all lackeys, he is the better one.

His strength is absolutely not comparable to that of a trash like Alec. He can beat five trash like Alec alone.

Those sinister eyes stared at the figure beside the desk.

He was in no hurry to take action.

Although he looked down on Alec, Alec's death still proved that Ron was not an easy guy to deal with.

There was no sense of any other hidden aura in the room, nor were there any hidden magic traps, as if Ron was the only one there.

No matter how you look at it, this is a great opportunity to kill Ron. After confirming it again and again, Isa finally raised his right hand.

With just one move, he could destroy the piece of trash in front of him who hadn't even shown signs of panic.

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

At this moment, Ron suddenly put down the coffee cup in his hand.

"Hello, Judge Issa!"

Mental interference again!

Although the mental interference used through sound is not as strong as the effect of looking directly into the eyes, it can still produce quite good results when one is caught off guard.

Outside the window, Isa's body shook violently, and the magic power he had just raised became disordered in an instant.

There was even a sharp pain in my heart.

His eyes widened instantly. Did Ron know that he would come? Did he even see through his hiding? This was impossible. He was using the most advanced invisibility magic scroll, which was made by Vice Pope Apu himself.

How could Ron, a mere transcendent who had not even reached the panic level, see through the methods of Vice Pope Apu?

Of course, Vice Pope Apu is indeed very powerful, but in the field of hiding, he is ultimately no match for a professional assassin like Sharin.

However, Isa didn't know all this. He just felt creepy and thought about the legend about Ron. This guy was a prophet... Although Isa never believed in the so-called prophets, when it really came to this moment, he felt inexplicably scalp tingling. He always had a sense of fear that everything he did was seen through.

Since the other party has discovered me, there is no point in hiding any longer. I use the invisibility technique and slowly disappear.

That was a man.

Although he was in his sixties or seventies with white hair and beard, he was full of energy and his fair face showed no signs of aging. His body, dressed in a dark red clergy robe, did not show any signs of hunchback.

Suppressing the restlessness in his chest, Isa spoke slowly. Although he was an old man, his voice sounded as tender as a child's: "You know me? Did you know I was coming?"

As he spoke, Issa still looked around with a vigilant gaze, and his reaction was exactly the same as Sharin's before.

Apparently, this old man isn't much smarter than Charlene.

"Of course, prophet, all-knowing." Ron replied with a smile.

"You killed the vice pope's son, you will not survive." Isa swallowed and said in a deep voice.

"Your Excellency Judge of Hell, you should first think about whether you can survive." Ron said.

As he spoke, Ron looked towards the door.

The door that was originally tightly closed suddenly creaked open by itself.

A fully armed knight suddenly appeared at the door. Who else could it be but Melville? When Ron saw Melville again, he no longer had the disgust he had before, but instead was filled with joy. He even opened his arms as if he wanted to give Melville a warm hug, even though the distance was too far: "Oh, my dear brother, you are finally here..."

younger brother?

Isa's pupils shrank instantly. The two of them looked quite similar. A heroic knight, this was Ron's backup.

We must not be entangled by this knight and must kill Ron before that.

Almost at the same time, Melville was a little surprised. He didn't think that the relationship between him and Ron was so close, but soon he noticed the priest in dark red robes behind Ron.

The symbol of the rising sun is enough to prove that this is a master of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.

Ron is also a prophet recognized by the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.

This priest was the backup that Ron was going to use against him! He must not be entangled by this priest, and he must kill Ron before that.

The first to strike is the strongest! The first to strike is the strongest! At this moment, the two beings who tried to kill Ron reached an unprecedented spiritual resonance.

Divine sword rain!

Wild thrust!

Chapter 3 is here, and the next chapter will be in an hour. The current updated word count is less than 10,000.

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