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

The moment he saw Melville, the incomplete memories in Ron's mind were automatically activated.

He recognized Melville's identity.

Then, he smiled mockingly at the brother who was about to kill him.

hiss!

Visible to the naked eye, Melville's body trembled violently, his eyes were as wide as bells, and his two rows of neat teeth were clenched together so hard that his knuckles were turning white.

He was laughing at him!

The urge to kill Ron was stronger than ever.

Melville has always disliked or even hated this brother. It was precisely because of this damn guy that his status as the eldest son became his legitimate son.

The son of a humble maid actually became his brother, which made Melville feel that the noble blood of the family had been tarnished, and he was also humiliated.

When he was young, he actually dared to slap himself for hitting his mother.

He remembered that slap for more than ten years!

And now, such a despicable person actually hooked up with the woman he wanted to get, and he actually dared to laugh at himself?

If Melville originally only planned to kill Ron, now he even wanted to use the most cruel methods to make Ron suffer the most desperate pain before dying.

He wanted to trample his dignity severely under his feet and crush his soul.

He wants to peel off this bastard's skin and cramps, bruise his bones and spread ashes...

However, no matter how strong the urge was in Melville's heart to kill Ron, he could only forcefully suppress it by clenching his fingers.

He wanted to kill Ron quietly, there was no point in killing Ron in public.

At this moment, Ron suddenly stood up.

He did not pay attention to Melville anymore, as if he was just a passerby worth mentioning.

He stared quietly at Dolores opposite, and smiled softly: "It is an honor for me to be favored by the lady."

"I don't really care about kids' last names."

"Does Miss have anything else to do? If not, I would like to leave for a while. I have some personal matters that need to be dealt with."

it's a pity.

If he hadn't discovered Melville, he would have really wanted to have a further and more in-depth communication with Dolores right away.

Although these three waves of death warnings had a twenty-four-hour time limit, they came faster than expected, and Ron had to prepare in advance.

Dolores narrowed her eyes and asked, "Do you need my help?"

"If possible, I would like to invite you to sit in my room."

Ron shook his head slightly: "Please believe me, I can handle this little thing myself. As your future husband, I can't always rely on women for protection."

Dolores was involved in Ron's longer-term arrangement.

He didn't want the princess to be involved in his current plan so that she would be noticed by some existence prematurely.

Without saying a word, Ron walked straight towards Dolores... no, to be precise, behind Dolores.

In the corner behind Dolores, there was the young man who was reading a newspaper. He had read the Granville Daily News over and over several times.

Bah, bah, bah...

The crisp sound of footsteps penetrated the young man's ears, which obviously made him a little nervous. Although his movements did not change, his body was still subconsciously tense.

The fingers holding the newspaper were obviously harder, and wrinkles appeared on the newspaper.

Finally, the footsteps stopped.

The young man could clearly feel the gaze of the man opposite him.

According to the intelligence, this is just a very weak waste. He is just a scholar and has no fighting ability.

He could crush someone like this's head with one hand.

However, he didn't know what was going on. When this man walked up to him and looked at him, he felt a bone-chilling coldness.

It seemed that what was staring at him was not a scholar, but an even more indescribable existence.

His throat continued to squirm as he swallowed saliva, and beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.

In just a few seconds, he had reached the limit of his mental endurance. With slightly trembling fingers, he put down the Granville Daily News in his hand, revealing a slightly pale face.

The muscles on his face twitched slightly, and he forced a smile: "Sir, is something okay?"

Ron didn't answer. He tilted his head and continued to stare at the young man. More and more beads of sweat appeared on the young man's face.

"Your name is...K...Cross? Cruz? K...ah, by the way, your name is Cruz, right?"

His voice was soft, but the eyes of the young man named Cruz suddenly shrank.

How did Ron know his name?

The identity of each member of the Spang Theocratic Guards is kept strictly confidential. How did Ron learn about it?

Cruz's lips moved, and he subconsciously made a sound: "How do you know..."

Before he finished speaking, Ron's eyes suddenly glowed with silvery light.

Mental interference.

The special magic recorded in Ostara's fragment.

Although Ron only got the upper part of the fragment, which is not comprehensive, this secret book still records almost all the low-level magic of the entire Dawn Goddess Church, and some of the intermediate magic. There are even many magics in Dawn. It has been lost in the Church of the Goddess.

Mental interference is one of them.

This is a magic that is somewhat similar to consciousness manipulation, but the effect is not that powerful. Accordingly, it is not so complicated to use. It cannot directly control the opponent, but it can make the target's thinking slow.

This magic can be released through two methods: eyes and sound.

Cruz, who had been staring at Ron, was hit almost immediately when the magic was released.

His expression suddenly became stiff, his eyes became sluggish, and even his words became intermittent.

His fear could be clearly seen through his eyes. Cruz had already sensed something was wrong. He tried to break free from this weird state, but his body was completely out of control and he couldn't concentrate at all.

I could only watch Ron with a smile on his face, slowly stretched out his right hand and clasped it on his forehead.

The next moment, Ron's arm suddenly exerted force.

Snap!

It was like a bird egg that had been hit hard.

In an instant, everyone in the audience was shocked.

The sound of cracking bones penetrated the ears of everyone in the hall.

Red and white slime slid down the snow-white wall, and the glass next to it was also covered in a layer of dazzling scarlet.

Except for the sound of knives and forks falling to the ground, there was no sound in the entire hall. A pair of eyes were stunned, and I felt cold all over.

Especially the group of second-generation nobles who were originally a little unhappy about Ron taking away Dolores, were even more horrified at this moment, with goosebumps all over their bodies.

They kept rejoicing in their hearts. Fortunately, they didn't go up to stir up trouble. Otherwise, it would probably be them who had their heads stuck to the wall, the floor, and the glass, and couldn't be detached.

Who is this kid?

How dare you violently kill people in public? So manly.

The priest's robes stained with scarlet blood, the gentle scholar, and the faint smile on his face made Ron's image even more terrifying.

Melville's expression suddenly turned gloomy to the extreme. He knew that it was Ron's provocation to him.

Ron didn't care at all about the sight of everyone around him. He took off Cruz's storage ring, and soon, two more things appeared in his hand.

A token.

A money bag.

With a flick of his hand, the blood-stained token was thrown out by Ron.

Snap.

Seeing the token falling on the dish, Lucius, the legitimate son of Earl Sharp, was not as panicked as the others at the table. He frowned, endured the nausea in his chest, took out a handkerchief, and pinched the token. got up.

Although the token was full of dirt, a scarlet secret word still caught Lucius's eyes.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

The Spang Theocracy's largest spy organization, the Royal Guards?

Is this a spy from the Spang Theocracy who infiltrated the kingdom?

Soon, an excited smile broke out on his face. Although he was the legitimate son of Earl Sharp, he was not the only legitimate son. Who could inherit the title of Earl would ultimately depend on which brother was more capable.

And killing the imperial spy is definitely an incredible feat.

"Investigate the guests from the Spang Theocracy in Larnaca City, especially the Sykes Hotel."

"Kill them."

Lucius's cold voice reached the ears of the bodyguard beside him.

Not every second-generation nobleman is as incompetent and stupid as Herman.

Although Lucius is the son of a nobleman, he also yearns for adventure. He once traveled to the Twilight Continent while concealing his identity. His countless adventures gave him far greater strength and a keener sense of smell than ordinary young noblemen. And these bodyguards around him , and they are the companions he made during his travels. They are stronger than Lucius.

Lucius's voice also penetrated into the ears of other nobles, and the originally silent hall suddenly became agitated.

Sometimes, you don’t need to do it yourself to kill someone!

The familiar, snow-white slender calves appeared on Ron's chest, the smooth jade feet swayed gently in front of Ron's eyes, and the round knees swept Ron's lips from time to time.

Elsa appears again at just the right time.

I don't know if it was Ron's illusion, but I always felt that Elsa seemed a little more agile than before.

She even opened a backdoor for Ron within the scope of her authority:

[Beep, the system prompts, congratulations to the host for successfully killing the Jinyi secret guard*1, and receiving the reward of ten consecutive lottery tickets*1 in advance! 】

Ron turned a deaf ear to the changes in the hall, grabbed the blood-stained money bag, and walked straight to the counter.

With a snap, Ron dropped the money bag on the service desk.

"There are enough gold coins in here."

"Clean up the place and prepare a room for me."

"Huh..." The familiar waiter let out a heavy breath. This guest would cause a different sensation every time he appeared. It was really a headache. However, as long as you pay, there is nothing you can do. Uncertain.

"Here is your key. Your room is on the top floor, next to the blond lady." The waiter winked at Ron ambiguously.

The corner of Ron's mouth twitched slightly, you are really considerate.

"Thanks!"

After thanking the gentleman, Ron took the key and headed upstairs.

Melville's figure stood straight at the top of the stairs, staring at Ron with a pair of sinister eyes like poisonous snakes.

Long time no see, this big brother has really changed a little bit.

Melville didn't even know how strong his willpower was to suppress the urge in his chest to tear Ron into pieces.

Ron's figure stopped in front of Melville. Seeing Melville wanting to kill him, but not daring to do it directly here, he felt inexplicably happy.

Perhaps, the memory of the original owner of the body had some influence on Ron, making Ron not have the slightest fondness for this so-called younger brother.

After staring at Melville silently, Ron silently raised his hand, smeared the scarlet and thick white mucus on his palm bit by bit, and wiped it on Melville's clothes.

Seeing Melville's face getting more and more ugly, Ron even helped him tidy up his collar. He had no choice but to take care of his younger brother. It was an older brother's responsibility.

He didn't stop until all ten fingers were cleaned, and then glanced at Melville: "My stupid brother..."

"roll!"

The second chapter, three thousand and five words, was sent, and the current seven thousand words have been updated.