As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

The city was blocked. Unless Ron had the ability to break the blockade jointly arranged by all the magicians in Larnaca City, he would not be able to leave. Obviously, he did not.

This was such a coincidence that Ron was not surprised at all.

He just spread his hands casually: "Irelia, it seems we can't go outside the city."

"I originally thought of having a quiet date somewhere with no people around."

Irelia's pretty face is slightly red, a date?

She likes it too.

But, is it really a date?

From what she knew about Ron, Ron probably just wanted to experience what it was like to be in the wild.

The images that appeared in her little head made Irelia's face turn redder and redder, like a crystal clear apple.

What exactly is the problem, and why can't I control all these messy things in my mind when I'm around Ron?

I really can't go on like this, I'm going crazy.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron noticed Irelia's abnormality and asked.

"Ah, no, it's nothing." Irelia's little head shook like a rattle: "You, didn't you say you wanted to buy a handy weapon? Let's go right now. I know there is a weapons store in Praia City. very good."

Irelia didn't even dare to look into Ron's eyes and hurried forward.

Ron was a little strange, but he was smart enough not to guess the woman's thoughts and just followed Irelia. The weapons store that Irelia said was very good was not too far from the church. If you walked, it would appear in front of you in less than half an hour.

This place is relatively closer to the aristocratic area, and the environment is much better than other places.

"Otis Weapons Shop."

After taking a look at the sign, Ron smiled knowingly, a simple and clear name.

Otis...

An arrogant and somewhat cute little old man.

In the game, players can learn blacksmithing from Otis.

In the early days, if you can get a weapon forged by Otis himself, it will be of great help in opening up wasteland... However, the weapons made by Otis are often very expensive, and you can't afford them without paying money.

However, there is no other way.

This little old man has a proud personality and likes to be praised by others. He especially likes others to compare him with dwarf craftsmen and conclude that he is better than dwarf craftsmen.

Being photographed feels comfortable. Otis can reduce the price of the weapon to a very low level, even if it is given away for free.

When the city of Larnaca encountered a disaster, the money-grubbing Otis donated all the weapons in the shop to the frontline soldiers, and was eventually buried in the city of Larnaca where he had worked hard all his life.

With some memories of Otis flashing through his mind, Ron entered the weapon shop under the guidance of Irelia.

What you see are shelves filled with all kinds of weapons, including staffs, swords, spears, swords, axes, and powerful bows.

Under the sunlight, the sharp blade flashed with dazzling light.

There are not many guests in the hall. After all, the weapons here are expensive and not just any adventurer can afford them.

Ron's original profession was a magician... The church's auxiliary profession was a priest. In fact, Ron felt that the profession of priest suited him very well. After all, the difference between a magician and a priest was not that big. They were both of the legal system.

Moreover, the pastor's job is to heal and enlighten believers, and he is very good at enlightening people.

Since he was a priest, he naturally had to choose a weapon suitable for a priest. Ron looked towards the magic book and staff.

A staff member also came forward very promptly: "Praise to the goddess of dawn, you two, what weapons do you want?"

This is a short, fat man with a gentle face and a smile.

Moremo.

The clerk in the Otis weapon shop that players hate the most.

An ordinary weapon can be blown away by this guy. It seems that if you don't buy this weapon, you will live a failed life.

And the price he gave... was often ten times the normal transaction price... that's right, ten times. This was a conclusion reached after being confirmed by countless players.

Primo's message flashed through his mind quickly, and the smile on Ron's face remained unchanged: "Wand, or magic book."

He pointed at the items on the shelf: "Don't fool me with these things."

Mollimo's eyes, which were crowded into slits by his fat facial muscles, suddenly shined brightly. It seemed that this was a big customer.

Although most of the weapons on the shelves are ordinary white, there are also a few blue and high-quality equipment, but they are all looked down upon.

Looking at this man, he is so young and accompanied by a beautiful nun. This is probably a rich young man who brought a woman to show off.

Such a person = Kaizi.

If he couldn't scrape off a layer of flesh from his body, he would read the words "Molimo" backwards.

The smile on Morlimo's face became even stronger: "The Otis Weapon Shop has many excellent purple staffs and magic books. I wonder if sir, do you have any special requirements?"

"For example, what type of additional attributes are needed? We have ones that increase magic power, increase the speed of magic release, and increase the speed of magic recovery... They are all top-notch."

Faced with Morlimo's inquiry, Ron thought for a while and said: "It needs to be heavier and harder."

"It's better to be able to blow someone's head off at once."

Crunch…

The smile on Morlimo's face faltered.

He has been working here for more than ten years, and has handled not only a thousand but also eight hundred magic weapons. This is the first time he has encountered such a strange request.

Those legal professions either require lightness, elegance, or excellent additional attributes.

This is the first time I have encountered someone who is demanding, tough, and capable of knocking someone else's head off.

Please, Master, you are from the legal system.

Are you still planning to fight with others with a staff?

How could Master Fa be so outrageous?

He rubbed his ears vigorously, then looked at Ron again: "Are you sure?"

"Of course, no?"

"Oh no, yes! Otis Weapons Store can meet all your requirements." Morlimo regained his gold medal sales temperament. No matter how outrageous the customer's requirements are, all he has to do is to satisfy them as much as possible.

Morimore turned and left.

At this moment, Ron's ears suddenly heard Elsa's familiar voice that he had not heard for a long time:

[Beep, the system prompts that the infinite death system is enabled. 】

[Mission background: Herman’s hatred for you will never go away. He wants to kill you, but he has become smarter. Since he can’t kill you, why can’t he use other powers? With a deputy pope dad, there is no shortage of masters at his side. Please be careful, you may have to face at least three powerful enemies. 】

[Mission goal: Survive! 】

[That is your old friend, please entertain him with all your heart! 】

[Task reward: For every killer you kill, you can get ten consecutive lottery tickets*1. If you kill all the killers, you can get an additional ten consecutive lottery tickets*1! 】

[Death countdown: one thousand eight hundred seconds! 】

The goddess of dawn is here, and the gold medal assistant Herman finally appears.

I miss him so much!

It had been three days since he had seen Herman. Herman had no idea how much Ron missed him in his heart.

Although Herman's ex-fiancée Irelia was by his side, it didn't seem so difficult, but no one could make up for the loneliness of Herman's absence.

It was so touching that he thought Herman had unconscionably forgotten his old friend.

Look, a gold medal assist is a gold medal assist, and he got forty draws in a row.

In his heart, Ron had already sent his most sincere thanks to Mr. Herman.

I really want to try if I can... kill him under the interference of fate this time!

Chapter one in the early morning, 6,000 words updated today, and the rest will be updated at noon. On the first day of December, everyone who has a ticket can give it to us. No matter if it is a monthly ticket, I recommend that we take them all. Thank you very much!