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

Elsa floated out from Ron's body, staring quietly at everything below.

Originally, she didn't need to talk much.

However, Ron's condition worried her.

……

Live well with my heart.

Ron murmured softly, and then placed the heart he had just dug out into Serafina's chest.

The heart had just been put in, and the blood vessels on it had already begun to squirm on their own, looking for a place to connect. Ron couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw the scene.

Could it be that we are really a monster?

Soon, Serafina's broken blood vessel was found and connected by itself. A layer of granulation sprouted on the damaged piece of flesh near the heart, and the internal wound began to heal gradually.

What does this mean? Is his heart the flesh of Tang Monk?

Ron let out a long breath, and finally turned around. His not-so-wide upper body just blocked Serafina's chest and blocked Anthony's sight.

He is not dead... His heart was obviously dug out by himself, and he is not a being with the strength of Serafina, but not only is he not dead, he is even alive and well... At least, for a short time.

Looking at the old man whom he had only met once, some clues connected in Ron's mind.

Legendary master.

In little Larnaca, it has the power to suppress everything.

He is the steward of the Marquis of York's Mansion. Even if he and Virgil investigate, it will be difficult to investigate the Marquis' Mansion and the City Lord's Mansion.

Perhaps, he also took over the task of keeping an eye on Serafina, the eldest lady, from the Marquis of York at the same time, and could easily learn through Serafina what he, the prophet, had done and what his plans were.

It was really hidden deep enough, and it didn’t pop out until this moment.

Butler Anthony didn't notice the changes in Serafina's body behind him. He just looked at Ron quietly. He dug out the heart and put it into Serafina's chest. Anthony was a little shocked, even though he saw Get up, this makes no sense.

"You are really a nice guy. If you had married the eldest lady thirteen years ago, I would definitely not have opposed you like I did against Snow. This guy is pretty good to the eldest lady."

"It's a pity that you are all destined to die... Those who should not live must die."

Anthony said quietly.

Then, he waved his hand gently, and an invisible barrier appeared around himself, Ron, and Serafina's bodies.

boom……

scoff!

A stream of sparks exploded on the barrier.

The sharp dagger could not break through this blockade, and Charlene's body was even bounced back.

The blood knife kept slashing at the barrier, but every time it was blocked by the barrier, Cecilia's face became twisted like a fierce ghost.

Even if Lydia, Virgil and Irelia were added, they could not break through this layer of blockade.

The gap between the legendary and heroic levels is really too big, to the point of despair. How many masters at the peak of the heroic level are needed to deal with a one-star legendary being?

Ten?

Twenty?

Even if Archbishop Gerald joined in, nothing would change.

The cage that sealed Ron and Serafina in front of them was so strong that it was hopelessly strong.

Anthony didn't pay attention to those around him who were trying to break through the barrier. In his opinion, it was just the desperate and ridiculous struggle of a few humble insects.

Ron spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes rolled, and his consciousness began to blur.

Ron knew that even if he was a monster, he wouldn't be able to survive for long without his heart. He wasn't that powerful yet.

Ron only hoped that before his consciousness sank in, he could get as much confidential information from Anthony's mouth as possible.

Perhaps, seeing that he was about to die, this guy would not hesitate to teach him?

After all, a bastard like this talks a lot.

They all have a strong desire to express themselves, especially when they have been suppressed for a long time.

"What's your name?" Ron asked, taking a slight breath. He found that he couldn't breathe.

"Anthony York..." Anthony said slowly: "However, this is the name given to me by my old boss, Serafina's father... After all, my original identity is a slave. As a slave, I cannot have My old club named me after my own surname."

As expected, Anthony's desire for expression has been fully aroused.

"For ordinary slaves, or civilians, this should be a great honor. After all, the surname of a nobleman represents nobility... However, compared to my original, real surname, the word "York" is too big. Too humble.”

Ron cooperated and made a compliment. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, what was your original last name?"

"Andre." Anthony smiled slightly, his chin raised involuntarily: "Anthony Andre, this is my original name."

"A descendant of the blasphemous family?"

Anthony's eyes instantly turned gloomy: "It seems that you know a lot?"

"I only know what I know..." Ron blinked and said, "Archibald, isn't this joke passed down in the Andre family? It's actually very interesting. Who said this famous quote? Monitor, I still like it very much, especially when it’s in cat form, it’s very sexy.”

Unfortunately, Anthony's expression only became more and more gloomy, and he was even a little confused. He had no idea what Ron was talking about.

"It's a pity that I don't understand this plot. I'm very curious, what happened to Archibald and the Andre family in the end?" Ron continued: "Speaking of which, the Blasphemer can be regarded as the Sister Terminator, right? , this guy robbed so many nuns and gave birth to so many children, why is there no news yet..."

Anthony's eyes dropped: "I said, all life that should not exist in this world must die."

In one sentence, the answer has been given.

There is no doubt that after Archibald was struck by lightning, his children were probably hunted down by the Andre family.

However, Ron really couldn't imagine that Archibald would just sit back and ignore this situation unless he was really dead...

After all, judging from the descriptions and diary entries throughout Deathly Flying Gun, Archibald was very doting on his children, especially girls.

"Patridge, why did you change your last name from Abraham to Andre?" Ron asked again.

"Because, in the arrangement of fate, the glory of the saints only belongs to the Andre family. This is the reward of the Andre family for maintaining destiny for thousands of years. Except for people from the Andre family, no one else is qualified to become a saint. "Anthony said proudly.

Then, the expression on his face was slightly contemptuous: "He married into the Andre family and married my ancestor, Sally Andre."

That was Archibald's sister.