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

Dolores silently put down her fork, raised her slender eyes, and glanced at the handsome man beside her with an indifferent gaze:

"Are you Ron Copperfield?"

The man who calls himself Ron Copperfield's right hand is still awkwardly in the air. He can't take it back, nor can he continue to hold it.

This is the first time for him, who is tall and handsome, to encounter such a situation.

Taking his right hand back a bit angrily, the young man coughed: "Of course, is there anything wrong with this name?"

Dolores didn't answer, just stared at him quietly, her golden eyes making the young man feel a little numb.

After a few seconds, Dolores reached out and pointed to the side:

"roll!"

The young man's face suddenly stiffened.

It seems that although this rose is beautiful, it... has thorns.

He smiled awkwardly and left.

After staring at the young man's back, Dolores withdrew her gaze.

Although she had only arrived in Larnaca City yesterday and had not had time to meet Ron Copperfield, she had already heard that Mr. Ron was an elegant gentleman.

Gentle and elegant, with a touch of bookishness, elegant and mysterious.

There is no way he is a street kid like Meng Lang in front of him.

Speaking of which, the way this man spoke was subtly different from Granville, more like... the accent of the Spang Theocracy next door.

A man from the Spang Theocracy actually went to Granville to pretend to be a prophet?

interesting!

Glancing at the back of the man walking upstairs, Delores picked up the fork and tapped the end of the handle lightly on the table. No one noticed that there was a translucent virtual figure next to Delores. The shadow gradually emerged: "Keep an eye on that person."

…

On the other side, a young man who claimed to be Ron Copperfield also came upstairs.

Pushing open a door, inside the house, a beautiful figure was standing quietly at the window, staring at the world outside.

The breeze blew, and two white and tender calves were exposed under the dark red Gothic dress.

This woman is beautiful.

She is no less impressive than the woman downstairs, one is enchanting and the other is dazzling.

Crazy infatuation flashed in the young man's eyes, but he quickly restrained himself. He could have sex with other women, but the woman in front of him was definitely not allowed.

The witch's methods can be fatal.

However, I don't know if it's his illusion, but I always feel that Miss Witch seems to be more attractive at this moment.

His face, which was as cold as ice on weekdays, actually showed a slight blush.

She seemed to have just undergone some strenuous exercise.

A few strands of black hair are stuck to the smooth forehead, slightly messy.

Her breathing was a little rapid, and even her bright red eyes seemed to be filled with mist. Her throat was moving slightly as she swallowed something.

Maybe it's saliva!

All in all, Your Majesty the Witch is showing off her charm as a woman. Faintly, you can even feel that her body is still trembling.

What a beautiful woman... The young man was stunned when he saw her, and the fascination in his chest became more and more intense.

After a long time, the witch's voice floated over coldly: "Using your brother's name to seduce a woman...you are really shameless."

There seemed to be a sense of relief in his voice.

It was finally over over there. The torture lasted for nearly half an hour. It was simply torture.

The young man shrugged casually, his posture relaxed... The witch is not easy to mess with, but as long as she doesn't do anything too extreme, she is still easy to get along with.

He smiled with a smile on his face: "Don't say that guy is my brother... Miss Witch, please note that although Ron is the eldest son of the Copperfield family, her mother is just a humble maid, I... He is the legitimate son of the Copperfield family."

"The future patriarch of the Copperfield family will be me, Melville Copperfield!"

After emphasizing this point, Melville spoke again:

"As for borrowing his name, Oh, Your Majesty the Witch, just think about it...if anything happens, you won't be able to find me, how nice it would be."

The smile on Melville's face became stronger and stronger: "What's more, as long as Ron dies, there will be no evidence, and the lady will not be able to find anyone even if she wants to find her."

"As expected of the famous playboy of Spang Theocracy." The witch sneered.

"Thank you, I think it's a compliment."

The witch finally turned her head and glanced at Melville: "It's a pity that girl, let me go."

Crunch…

The smile on Melville's face suddenly collapsed: "Your Highness, Third Princess, can we not mention this? I'm very embarrassed."

That's right, the witch in front of her is also Lydia Douglas, the third princess of Spang Theocracy!

Lidya didn't say anything more. She looked back at the city and let the cold wind outside the window blow her black hair.

Her spirits have returned to normal.

Standing in a high-rise building, her scarlet eyes could clearly see the entire city. The luxury of the aristocratic district, the prosperity of the commercial district, and even the civilian districts filled Lidya's eyes with envy.

This city is really too prosperous.

Whether they are pot-bellied nobles or cunning businessmen... even the common people have relatively strong bodies.

Even the poor who have nothing have wooden houses that can protect them from wind and rain.

And Larnaca is just a very ordinary city in the Kingdom of Granville. Who knows how extravagant the royal city will be?

Even if you just stay in a hotel, you need one gold coin for one night... This is really too expensive. One gold coin can stay in the best hotel in Spang Theocracy for ten days, ten days... and breakfast is included.

But the Kingdom of Granville seems to have long been accustomed to this kind of consumption.

The reason why this country is so rich is because of something special... black oil.

It can be used as long as it is dug out of the ground and slightly refined.

Cooking, heating, lighting, steelmaking, steam trains, factory production... This substance can exert the same effect as the magic stone in some aspects, but it is far cheaper than the magic stone and the output is larger.

The wide range of applications makes the black oil completely marketable. In addition, this black oil is only produced in the Kingdom of Granville, so they can set the price arbitrarily.

This brought exaggerated wealth to the Granville Kingdom.

It is this exaggerated wealth that allows Granville to have a far richer life than other countries.

If so, this black oil can be owned by the Spang Theocracy...

There were dragons suppressing it before.

No matter which country, no matter how coveted Granville's wealth, they would not dare to start a war easily.

But now...the Dragon Clan is gone.

This is an opportunity.

Around the Kingdom of Granville, countless countries are eyeing it.

Of course, even if you want to start a war, you still need at least a decent excuse.

For example, the eldest son of the Grand Duke of Spang Theocracy was murdered in Granville... This is a very good reason.

Although, she and that person have never met, and there is no hatred at all.

But this is a conflict and interest between countries. On one side of the scale are tens of millions of citizens of the Spang Theocracy. As a member of the royal family, she knows very well which side is more important!

After a long time, Lydia's eyes dropped: "The royal family and the church will remember the contributions of the Copperfield family."

"One of your sisters will become a prince and concubine."

"One of your sisters will become a candidate for the saint of the church."

"As for you, Melville, you will be entitled to choose a princess from the royal family to be your wife."

"Please have no doubt, this is the gift promised by my father and the Pope before we set out."

A warm smile broke out on Melville's face. He put one hand across his chest and bent down: "It is the honor of the Copperfield family to sacrifice their lives for the Spang Theocracy and the Heart of Nature Church. "

Anyway, it was not his life that died.

"What do you think, if I choose you..." Melville said tentatively.

However, before she finished speaking, Lidya's expression instantly darkened.

The sudden freezing coldness in the room made Melville's throat tremble slightly, and a layer of frost seemed to have condensed on his eyelashes.

Grinning, Melville said, "I was joking."

Lydia's expression returned to normal: "Mr. Melville, this joke is not funny."

After a pause, Lidya spoke again: "So, tell me, what happened to the situation you found out?"

"Very bad." Melville said slowly, looking away from Lidya unwillingly. Sooner or later, he would take this woman down.

"My brother has been unconscious for ten days. It would be great if he could die like this."

"But, just last night, he actually woke up." Melville spread his hands helplessly: "No matter what, we can only do it ourselves!"

"According to the information I have, there are not many masters around him. Only Serafina, a heroic female knight, can barely be called a threat."

"Apart from that, some nuns and bishops are not worth mentioning."

"As for my brother himself, after being kicked out of the family, he seems to be a little more capable than before. He can defeat panic-level practitioners. It is estimated that his strength should be around disaster level..."

"This time, we brought three executioners from the Heart of Nature Church who are specially used to deal with apostates, as well as thirteen elite royal guards in brocade..."

"What's more, as a heroic knight..."

Plus, the third princess is a witch.

"No matter how you look at it, the advantage lies with me, and there is absolutely no chance that there will be any problems."

Melville didn't know that the last person to feel that I had the advantage was Herman.

He is dead and his ashes have been spread...

Chapter 3 is presented.

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