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

Chapter 39 Free prostitution makes me happy (early morning)

Herman's death warning was not resolved, and the inspection order of the Eternal Freedom Sect came... Even Ron couldn't help but have a headache.

Since Herman wanted to kill him, the killer he found was naturally not trash.

As for the patrolling envoys of the Eternal Freedom Sect, not to mention, they are all similar to Vergil...especially since Elsa specifically named them as powerful patrolling envoys.

This shows that this person is probably the best among the thirty-six patrol envoys, and may be stronger than Bishop Virgil.

It would be absolutely terrible if both groups showed up together.

Even though Ron was getting stronger and stronger, he couldn't help but look solemn.

As a little villain, I am really quite miserable. If I could be reincarnated into a big BOSS, maybe the outcome would still be bad, but at least I wouldn't have to be in such a mess because of these little enemies.

Also, this Eternal Freedom Sect is really unreasonable. It was obviously you who forced me to come here. If I don’t do it, is it actually apostasy?

Are there still laws or laws?

Ron complained in his mind.

"gentlemen?"

Morlimo's voice sounded nearby.

Ron exhaled slightly, and his slightly solemn face returned to its original gentleness: "Just this one."

An innocent smile broke out on Morlimo's face: "Hello, eight hundred gold coins!"

Ron's body leaned back subconsciously.

Even though Ron had already known what kind of person Morlimore was, he was still shocked by this number.

Eight hundred?

Why don't you go and grab it?

Morlimo also seemed to feel that the price he gave was a little high. He originally thought that the young master had a female companion, and for the sake of face, he might bite the bullet and become this big grievance.

However, it seems that this gentleman does not agree with this.

He was very thick-skinned and showed no embarrassment at all. He spread his hands casually and said, "Sir, you know, we are doing a transaction, and the transaction is conducted through bargaining."

It makes perfect sense and is completely irrefutable.

Ron was slightly satisfied: "Twenty gold coins!"

Morlimo looked at Ron in awe, knowing that he had met his opponent this time.

I have encountered someone who cut off the price halfway up the mountain, but this was the first time I encountered someone who cut off the heel with a knife.

"Sir, your price is too outrageous." Molimo shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Twenty gold coins, you can't even buy this piece of iron wood... Seven hundred and fifty gold coins, no more."

"Eighty." Ron stopped joking and revealed another number.

"Seven hundred."

"eighty……"

"Six hundred and five?"

"eighty……"

Morlimo's lips began to tremble: "Sir, without you bargaining like this, we wouldn't be able to negotiate this business. Are Master Otis's works only worth eighty gold coins in your heart? More What’s more, this is out of print and very collectible!”

Ron said: "What I want to buy is a weapon, not a work of art... If you want to emphasize the collection value, I suggest you take it to the auction house. If someone really appreciates its artistic value, let alone eight hundred gold coins, even if it is It’s possible to sell it for eight thousand.”

Are you kidding? Did his money come from the strong wind?

It was something that was earned with so much hard work, it wasn't easy.

There is no way to get him to spend an extra penny.

This is not stingy, this is frugal!

"I do not deny the skills of Master Otis. The whole world now believes that dwarf craftsmen are the most talented race in the forging of weapons and equipment. All well-known weapons currently are made by dwarves, but I believe …Master Otis’s skills are by no means inferior to those of the dwarf craftsmen.”

Ron peered out of the corner of his eye and saw a head covered with white hair quietly emerging from the back hall.

The familiar figure made him emphasize: "No, Master Otis is better than the dwarf craftsman."

The white-haired head nodded vigorously, his wrinkled face full of joy.

"Because Master Otis is a human, he understands humans better than the dwarf craftsmen and is better able to forge weapons suitable for human physiques."

"Pity those ignorant people who only admire the false reputation of dwarf craftsmen, but don't know that there is a real master here. This is simply a loss for the entire human race."

Ron was filled with indignation and seemed quite unfair to Master Otis's current treatment!

Morlimo screamed in his heart that it was bad and wanted to stop him, but Ron would not give him any chance to speak: "It's just that although I admire Master Otis, I am not stupid."

"Although this weapon is purple and excellent, you must understand that it is a staff, not a hammer."

"Its magic attack power is only a pitiful four points. If you dare to sell such a weapon for eight hundred gold coins, won't your conscience hurt?"

Damn it, isn't this what you want? Hard enough and heavy enough to smash someone else's head?

You didn't ask for magic attack power at all, right?

Molimo wanted to defend, but a figure quickly rushed out from behind. Molimo's eyesight went dark. It was over, and the commission that reached his mouth flew away.

It was an old man who was slightly short but extremely strong. Although his beard and hair were all white, he was still energetic. He rushed to Ron like a gust of wind and grabbed Ron's hand: "Little brother, you are very discerning."

"Those damn idiots, idiots with eyes in their butts..."

"How dare you say that I am not as good as those dwarfs, idiots, they are all a bunch of idiots."

"You are right. This is just my failure. The price of eight hundred gold coins is really outrageous. I will give this weapon to you, little brother."

Faintly, it seems that you can hear Morimo's lament. For Morimo, if you don't make money, it is a loss.

Ron was a little shy: "Master, how can you be so embarrassed..."

Having said that, Ron had no intention of letting go of the ironwood staff.

Prostitution for free can really make people feel happy!

Master Otis waved his hand casually, saying that he didn't need to care at all. Ron's heartfelt praise made him very comfortable: "This is just a weapon. The most important thing I lack here is a weapon. If it weren't for us The age gap between us is so big that I want to recognize you as my younger brother."

"Oh, brother Otis, you are so polite. Age has never been a problem. You will be my brother from now on."

"Good brother."

Seeing the appearance of Ron and Otis, Irelia next to her opened her mouth slightly. For the first time, she realized that her lover was so... so shameless?

At this moment, Otis also looked at Irelia. Because of Ron, he also looked at Irelia particularly well: "Is this little girl your girlfriend? She is indeed a natural A couple."

Otis rubbed his hands, and then took out a silver-covered magic book from the storage ring: "Brother, I don't have anything good here, so I will give you this magic book as a meeting gift."

Mo Limo is about to cry but has no tears left. Can't he survive this day?

Ron glanced at it, purple was excellent... Although it was also purple, it was obviously much better than the staff in his hand. It belonged to the type that was infinitely close to epic. Almost all of the additional attributes were a large amount of bonus magic value. For a chanter like Irelia who needs to consume a lot of magic power, it is extremely suitable.

If you meet the right person, this magic book might be sold for eight hundred gold coins, which is more than Ron's entire assets.

Ron kept winking at Irelia, who looked strange, but finally accepted the magic book and said sweetly: "Thank you, Brother Otis."

Otis was overjoyed and beaming.

It was clear that he had given away two excellent purple weapons for nothing, but Otis was very happy.

I originally came here to buy a weapon, but I didn't expect to get more than I imagined. Ron took a deep breath: "Irelia, please stay here and don't move around. I'll go out to buy a bottle of wine and have a few drinks with Brother Otis. I'll be back soon."

It was almost time to deal with the trash under Herman. He didn't want to delay the time and let the three killers and the patrol officer appear at the same time.

Ron walked toward the door, and with the help of the half-open door, he kept placing strengthening stones on the ironwood staff.

The lips moved slightly:

"Praise the damn goddess of dawn!"

The successfully strengthened white light was covered by the sunlight outside the door. No one knew that the weapon in Ron's hand was becoming more and more exaggerated.

[Ironwood Staff: Purple is excellent, it is born for killing! 】

[Enhancement Level: 13]

[Magic attack +74]

[Physical attack +2163]

[Additional special attributes; Strength +98]

[Additional special effect: physical damage bonus of 10%]

[Additional special effect: shattered armor - all defenses are crumbs in front of it. 】

[Additional special effect: Berserker - When the holder uses the staff to attack directly, there is a probability of causing double damage. 】

[Additional special requirements: Strength value is greater than 500. 】

[Go and destroy, go and destroy. When you can pick up this weapon, you will find that magic is so small! 】

Because it is only a purple weapon, the attack multiplier of strengthening and increasing by thirteen is not as exaggerated as that of epic equipment, but it cannot support the high enough base value.

Among the three additional additional effects, there is even one that is a negative effect, but the five hundred power value is no pressure for Ron, a genuine mage and priest.

As for the Broken Armor and the Berserker, they were born purely for killing.

Now, even Virgil wouldn't be able to withstand a random attack from him, right?

At the same time, in the attic opposite, a pair of eyes were fixed on the figure leaving towards the door.

Mattie, the Eviscerating Knife, grasped the dagger tightly, and Eden, the Space Slasher, grasped the long sword at her waist!

Herman's voice sounded:

"Do it!"

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