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

Ron stared out the window for a while, then looked back and fell on Charlene again.

Charlene's movement of folding her arms and her wary eyes made Ron feel a little strange.

This is not the reaction that members of the Eternal Free Sect should have.

If he is really a member of the Eternal Freedom Sect, at this time, he should not take off his tight clothes neatly, and then use the most advanced technology in the Twilight Continent at his disposal to please his master in every possible way. Talent right?

Although, in Ron's eyes, the tight leather jacket was the highlight.

Although, Ron doesn't have this idea yet, it's not the right time.

"You are a believer in the Eternal Freedom Sect. Do you still care about this?" Ron asked the question in his heart.

In the game, he did not conquer the seven women among the Thirteen Apostles, and his understanding of the apostles was limited to the CGs and text descriptions released by other players on the forum.

He suddenly remembered that although CGs of the other six apostles were often released on the forum, the comments given by players were all enthusiastic.

However, it seems that I have never seen Charlene before.

Among the Thirteen Apostles, the girl in front of her, whose IQ is not very high, seems to be an alternative among the alternative.

"Of course!" Charlene raised her head proudly: "I am an apostle!"

"So, what then?"

Facing Ron's questioning, Charlene suddenly became a little ashamed, her little head hung down, and her left and right index fingers kept circling: "In the Eternal Freedom Sect, the apostles are different from the ordinary believers below."

"Apostles never participate in those low-level, animal-like parties."

"What the apostles pursue is not only physical pleasure, but also spiritual collision. In the sect, the thirteen apostles are paired in pairs. Except for the occasional request to serve by the divine messengers, they are basically In a normal relationship between husband and wife, even if there is a banquet like that, the only people who can participate are the divine messengers and other apostles."

Two pairs are paired, and Charlene is the one left.

"You've never been chosen by anyone?" Ron raised his eyebrows.

Charlene was even more ashamed. After a long time, she replied in a voice like a mosquito's hum: "Huh... they think I'm stupid..."

Ron's lips trembled.

I'm afraid it's not because she dislikes Charlene for being stupid.

The most important reason is Charlene's terrifying talent.

It is easy to kill someone within a range of 1.5 meters. Unless magic intervention is done in advance, even a legendary master will be dead or seriously injured.

This is very scary. Based on Ron's understanding of the divine envoys and apostles of the Eternal Freedom Sect, they are extremely cautious in character. Even if they are prepared for magical intervention, they will never allow threats like Charlene to approach him.

Then, the ghost assassin in front of him suddenly pursed his lips: "Besides, the other six female apostles are all more beautiful than me."

This is the truth.

According to the CG released, each of these apostles is a kind of demon and charming, charming to the core.

Perhaps their figures and looks are not the best, but they are definitely the ones that can arouse the most excitement in men.

Compared with those apostles, Charlene, who is a bit silly, is indeed not very competitive, so it is normal for her to be left behind.

Ron exhaled slightly: "Don't worry, you are not stupid, you are smart."

Charlene raised her head suddenly, and her originally depressed expression suddenly brightened: "Really?"

"Of course, I am a prophet and I don't lie to others."

Ron said sternly: "It won't be long before you find out how smart it is for you to voluntarily sign a contract with me."

Charlene grinned, she didn't sign voluntarily.

But Charlene was still a little happy.

After all, this was the first time since she was a child that someone said she wasn't stupid... Even her parents often heard that she was stupid to death.

Seeing Charlene's appearance, Ron felt a rare sense of guilt deep in his heart.

He rubbed his forehead and suppressed the strange thoughts in his heart: "Ahem, okay, Miss Charlene, stay lurking, pay strict attention to the surroundings, and notify me at any time if anyone approaches."

Charlene let out a breath. She wanted to refuse and didn't want to obey Ron's orders so quickly. However, the scarlet chains looming on her skin and were about to emerge made Charlene understand what would happen if she didn't obey.

Right in front of Ron, Charlene's figure gradually became transparent, and then she could no longer be seen.

To be fair, not counting her slightly lacking IQ, Charlene is really excellent from the perspective of an assassin.

Ron glanced out the window again. His vision was very good. Even with the curtains blocking him, he could still vaguely see several figures in the building opposite.

The sun has set, and clouds cover the sky.

The dancing candlelight reflected on the curtains, swaying in the wind, and it seemed that some kind of mysterious party was being held opposite.

After this awakening, various strange events around him increased significantly.

This is not a good sign.

After a long time, Ron withdrew his gaze and sat quietly at the desk again. For him, the most important thing now was to deal with the killers sent by Spang Theocracy and Apu.

In the slightly longer future, he still had many things to arrange. He picked up a pen and quickly wrote on a piece of white paper:

"Dear brother Virgil, when you read this letter, I may be dead..."

"I just want to ask you one thing. After I die, please immediately..."

…

City Lord's Mansion.

The Marquess of York's study.

This is a tall, middle-aged man with a gentle appearance. His slightly protruding belly proves that his figure has begun to get out of shape.

Looking at his heroic daughter in armor, the Marquis of York felt a little lonely.

This feeling was something I had never experienced even when my daughter got married.

But this time, the Marquis of York understood that his precious daughter might really be abducted.

The Marquis of York has already investigated the identity of the other party.

Ron Copperfield.

The eldest son of the Copperfield family of the Spang Theocracy, a scholar of ancient writing, an apostate of the Eternal Freedom Sect, a senior priest of the Church of the Dawn Goddess, a good brother of Virgil, a blasphemer of the Great Saint Christian, a prophet, and a lover of wives.

He wears many hats, but all in all, he is a very complex guy.

He killed Hermann, the only son of Archdeacon Ap.

This will definitely cause him some trouble.

The Marquis of York did not want his family to be involved in a conflict of this level. Although the Marquis was noble, he was still vulnerable to such a behemoth.

However, he also understood that this was also an opportunity for the York family.

If you bet correctly, your fortune will skyrocket.

If we could leave a prophet's bloodline to the York family...

The middle-aged man's eyes began to brighten... After a few seconds, the excitement and madness in the Marquis of York's eyes gradually disappeared. He opened the drawer, took out a few plastic-sealed papers from it, and handed it to Serafina.

The Marquis of York looked pained: "Three Archibald's notes, one Partridge's note... Oh, damn, my dearest daughter, you know your father, I want to collect these things , how much energy and wealth have been spent?”

In front of her father, Serafina also rarely showed a little bit of playfulness. She took the note and saluted her father: "Thank you!"

The Marquis of York's eyes suddenly widened, oh, damn, listen, what is this called? Thanks? With two words, he defrauded him of the treasure he had worked so hard to collect for most of his life?

Seeing Serafina turning around and leaving gracefully, the Marquis of York shouted loudly from behind: "At this time next year, I will hold my grandson... Did you hear it? It's my grandson!"

"And, your first son must be named York... Do you understand?"

Serafina puffed her cheeks.

A small hand quietly placed on her lower abdomen. This kind of thing was not something she could decide.

Although everything that should have happened and what shouldn't have happened has happened, no one knows whether she will be able to conceive a child.

Serafina returned to her room.

She took off her armor, and her slender and fit body was reflected in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. She took out a light blue skirt with lace from the wardrobe, and Serafina gestured on it.

She originally didn't like this kind of light clothes. For female knights, skirts could not provide as strong a defense as armor.

But, no matter what, Serafina is also a woman, and she also wants her lover to see her better side.

The bed was piled with dresses Serafina tried on, and she finally chose the first one.

After a brief hesitation, Serafina took out a pair of black stockings from the bottom of the closet...

Irelia once said that her lover is a perverted stocking addict, and his favorite thing is to tear up good stockings.

Seraphina couldn't understand this twisted hobby.

However, as long as her lover likes it, she will do her best to satisfy it.

Even the metal boots on her feet were replaced by a pair of crystal high heels by Serafina.

After doing this, Serafina picked up the four notes on the coffee table again and prepared to go find Ron.

Serafina has never been interested in these ancient documents, especially those written in ancient characters. The dense text will always make Serafina's head big.

But this time, I don’t know what happened, but by some strange coincidence, Serafina’s eyes fell on the note.

Perhaps, she just wanted to know what Ron was interested in, hoping that she and Ron could have more in common.

But the moment Serafina's eyes fell on the note, her body suddenly stiffened.

The words in the notes all seemed to come alive at this moment, and the strange symbols twisted and squirmed in Serafina's eyes.

The next moment, Serafina's body trembled suddenly, her hand loosened, and all four notes fell to the ground.

She covered her head with both hands, and her beautiful face was twisted to the extreme in an instant, like a ferocious demon.

Illusive and noisy, indescribable and crazy murmurs penetrated through the ears and into the mind!

The first chapter of three thousand words is here, and the next chapter will be in an hour.

Thank you Longjian, I am not Miss Makima’s dog, Xue Yue Guhan’s reward, thank you for your support.