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

Partridge?

Sage?

This old man actually said that he was a saint?

God knows what Christian and the other man felt when they heard this. Their first thought was that this was absolutely impossible.

Sage Patrick was a predecessor who lived thousands of years ago and was the pride of the human race.

Even an outstanding woman like Christian must maintain enough respect when mentioning saints and must not be negligent in the slightest. Although the Andre family has never produced such a brilliant genius after the saints.

But the reputation of a sage alone has ensured the Andre family's thousand-year inheritance.

But, didn't this saintly elder die eight hundred years ago? The funeral at that time was the grandest that had never been seen in the past eight thousand years. Almost all the kings of the human countries in the entire Dusk Continent came to see him off, and at the very least, a prince would be arranged to go.

It is even said that the dragons, giants, dwarves, elves and orcs have arranged for some heavyweights to come and see them off.

This funeral must not be fake.

To be frank, the atmosphere has become so tense. It would be best if this saint were dead. Even if he was still alive, he would probably have to lie in the coffin obediently. How could he still be alive?

However, seeing the old man's appearance, Christian and Panagiotis felt their hearts skip a beat again.

As a saint famous throughout the world, naturally a large number of his portraits have been passed down. There are portraits of Saint Patrick in history books and various celebrity biographies, and Christian and his companions have naturally seen them.

I was just so shocked by the sudden news that I couldn't react for a while.

Now looking closely, the old man in front of them was almost no different from Patridge in the portrait, except that he looked older. Although it still felt unbelievable, the two of them had basically confirmed Patridge's identity in their hearts.

Then, I thought of something even more exciting.

Ron massacred the entire Andre family, but Patrick said that the destruction of the entire family was not worth mentioning, because they were not his blood anyway.

Isn't this statement revealing too much information?

Could it be that in the huge Andre family, which has been passed down from generation to generation, with so many people, not one of them is related to the sage Patrick by blood?

If that's the case, it's no wonder that Patridge didn't seem angry at all, and even looked a little gloating.

As a man, Panagiotis felt a little sorry for Patrich. Although he had the title of saint, he was cuckolded many times.

As for Christian, although the expression on his face seemed very strange, Christian was obviously thinking more about other things. He still remembered that when he first met Ron, Ron had spoiled his future and told him not to enter the tomb of the sages no matter what, because he would die in the tomb of the sages.

Suddenly thinking of this, Christian looked at Patridge with vigilance.

She began to wonder why Patridge suddenly appeared here. Did this guy want to do something?

At some point, Christian's eyes narrowed into slits, and his gaze swept across Patridge silently. This look naturally could not escape Patridge's perception, but now Patridge seemed to have completely turned into a kind-looking old man, and even smiled and nodded at Christian.

But Christian would not lose her mind because of a smile from the sage. She knew very well that an old monster like this who could survive for a thousand years would definitely not be a simple character.

Christian took a deep breath and tried to calm his chaotic mood due to excitement: "Old man, you said you are the Saint Partridge, do you have any evidence? After all, this matter is too outrageous. As we all know, the saint has been dead for 800 years."

"And if you are a saint and you are still alive, then your tomb..."

Patrick was not angry either. He knew it was normal for his identity to arouse suspicion. No one would easily accept that a person who had been dead for hundreds of years suddenly appeared in front of them again.

He just laughed: "As for my identity, your man knows it very well. He knows who I am."

Christian glanced at Ron quietly. Ron said nothing but nodded slightly.

It was obvious that in Christian's heart, Ron's opinion was more important than anything else. Since Ron had already stated that this old man was a saint, Christian immediately had no doubts in his heart.

"As for my mausoleum... hehe, the body in the coffin is definitely not my body, even though I have changed its height, weight, appearance, and even some of the moles on its body to make it no different from mine."

"To put it bluntly, I'm not dead, I just want others to think I'm dead."

"Of course, no matter how much I disguise the corpse, there may still be some loopholes. In order to avoid being discovered, I have set up a large number of mechanisms and magic arrays in the mausoleum. In the past eight hundred years, there have been at least thousands of tomb robbers who have entered my mausoleum without permission."

"Although these people didn't get anything good from my mausoleum, they were not completely useless. At least they made the lifeless mausoleum a little more lively, hehe."

Partridge spoke very youthfully, but those who heard it felt an inexplicable chill all over their bodies.

This means that those thousands of people all died in the mausoleum?

He is worthy of being a sage.

Even if it is just a fake mausoleum, it can easily take the lives of thousands of people.

Christian probably understood in his heart that in the future he would most likely die in the mausoleum arranged by Patridge.

After he finished speaking, Patridge seemed to no longer want to engage in such meaningless chit-chat. He glanced at Christian and Panagiotis, and then at Ron. Although he didn't say anything, his meaning was very clear. Shouldn't these two leave here?

"Mr. Panagiotis, we still have some things to discuss. Could you please leave first?" Ron exhaled, glanced at Panagiotis and said.

Obviously, this is to get himself away.

Although Panagiotis was in a bad mood, he also understood that sometimes knowing more was not always better. After all, in many cases, the more you knew, the faster you would die.

Although he was stubborn, he didn't want to die in vain.

As for Ron's matter, he also understood that there was no way he could pursue it no matter what. After all, this man was someone who could chat and laugh with saints. In front of these monsters, he was just an ant that could be crushed to death with just a finger.

He finally understood why Virgil had patted him on the shoulder with a smile and told him to stop imagining and that he would not be able to win against Ron.

At that time, I felt a little unconvinced, but now I understand that what Virgil said was not an exaggeration at all. Apart from anything else, the gap in strength between myself and Ron was an insurmountable gap.

And in the Dusk Continent, strength is a man's greatest asset.

Although he felt depressed, Panagiotis could only silently wish Christian a happy life.

Panagiotis nodded to the few people and said nothing. He just turned around and left quietly. But he didn't know if it was Ron's illusion, but he always felt that the man's back looked so lonely.

I always feel like I have done something very bad.

"In order to help you, I became a bad guy." After Panagiotis left, Ron let out a breath and said helplessly that the feeling of being a bad guy was really not very pleasant. If possible, he felt that he was more suitable to be a good guy.

Christian glanced at Ron unhappily and said, "You said before that I am your woman. I estimate that it won't take long for this news to spread throughout the royal city. My reputation will be ruined. You must be responsible."

Seeing the smiling face of the Great Saint, Ron was stunned.

My goodness, I have never seen such a shameless person.

We are acting as a shield, which not only brings no benefit, but also requires us to bear all the bad reputation in the end?

"Okay, okay, just take responsibility. Don't regret it later." Ron complained unhappily.

Seeing Ron and Christian flirting with each other, Patridge felt unhappy.

Aren't these two people really too disrespectful of a saint like me?

Although he did have a fight with Ron before, at least they shouldn't have fallen out yet, right?

"Ahem..." Patrick coughed twice and forcibly diverted Ron and Christian's attention. He did not ask Christian to leave. From Ron's appearance, Patrick could see that Ron, this ridiculously powerful junior, had no intention of hiding anything from Christian, so he naturally would not make trouble for himself.

"I say, my dear Ron, you tried every possible means to lure me out here, isn't it just to let me see you two being affectionate?"

"Don't you know that I'm still single? It's fun to abuse a dog?"

As he spoke, Patridge flipped his right hand, and a piece of white paper appeared in his palm, with rows of Chinese characters written on the paper.

As for the content of the text, it probably meant that Ron wanted to see him about something and hoped that Patridge would show up to meet him.

This was what Ron arranged for Dolores to do through message magic before he arrived in Granville. A group of children in the royal city distributed this kind of paper everywhere. It didn't matter if people couldn't understand it, as long as one piece could fall into Patrick's hands.

In order to lure Patrick out, Ron even had to teach Dolores how to write these words through long-distance teaching.

As for why Ron concluded that Patridge would appear in Granville Royal City, it was very simple.

Ron believed that Patrick must have suffered considerable damage in the conflict on the ice field, and he would definitely find a place to recuperate from his injuries.

But sages are sages after all.

This injury is not a serious one for Patridge. It won't take long for Patridge to be back to full strength.

After his injuries recovered, based on Patridge's character, Ron inferred that he would definitely continue to look for other remains of the Last Twilight King. The head of the Last Twilight King had been suppressed under the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, so Patridge would definitely come to the Royal City of Granville.

In fact, it is similar to what Ron inferred.

It's just that there are some differences in certain things.

First of all, Patridge was indeed injured, and he really wanted to find a place to recuperate.

He didn't even have the chance to find a quiet and secluded place. He healed his wounds directly on the ice field. Then he was attacked by the damaged soul of the god of death Benavid. After cutting off a part of the soul, he briefly fought with the high priest of the elves, Heferson.

After that, he refined the remaining soul of the god of death and then rushed to Granville.

In fact, due to various delays, Patrick arrived in Granville only less than two hours earlier than Ron.

I was originally planning to find a place to rest for a while and adjust my condition, but just after I took a few steps out, I saw the flyers that Dolores had arranged for people to distribute.

When he saw the content on the flyer, Patridge was horrified and even had the urge to do nothing and escape from the royal city.

That guy Ron actually knew that I would appear in Adams, the royal city of Granville, and even grasped the timing so perfectly, as if he had been watching me the whole time.

This incident really scared Patridge, and he got goose bumps all over his body.

Fortunately, Patridge's character has changed a little compared to before, so he didn't do such a shameful thing.

At the same time, Partridge was also very curious about what Ron meant by looking for him. It was clearly a life-and-death struggle before, so why did he clearly write on the white paper that he wanted to cooperate, and it was an important matter that was directly related to whether the two of them could survive.

After considering for a long time, Patridge finally decided to keep the appointment. When he used his spiritual sense to sense that Ron appeared in the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, he immediately teleported over.

Although there is a protective formation at the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, to Patridge, this low-end magic formation makes almost no difference whether it exists or not.

However, after arriving here and meeting Ron, Patridge felt that he might have done something wrong this time. After all, although the white paper said that it was a matter of life and death, there was no sign of nervousness on Ron's face, and he was even in the mood to flirt with a woman.

This made Patridge, who had the will but not the strength, very unhappy, and he felt that the brat did it on purpose.

After all, neither side can do anything to the other now, but can't they be extremely disgusting?

Ron's expression gradually became serious. He knew that now was not the time to joke. He took a deep breath and his expression gradually became solemn.

"Mr. Partridge, I admit that there was indeed a little conflict between us before." Ron spoke slowly.

Partridge nodded in agreement: "Yes, it is true that it is a small conflict. You almost killed me and I almost killed you. It's no big deal."

Christian, who was listening nearby, had a frown on his face. This contradiction was really too small.

Ron didn't care: "You're right, but I feel that this little conflict between us is not unsolvable... At least, it can be put aside temporarily, right?"

"Young man, do you want to reconcile with me?" Patridge raised his eyebrows, with some surprise in his eyes.

Although he had only known Ron for a short time, Patridge thought he knew Ron's character quite well. This man was definitely the type who would take revenge.

"Not bad." Ron nodded.

Partridge's eyes narrowed into slits. "Could it be that you are in some trouble? That's why you want to reconcile with me and don't want to face multiple powerful enemies at the same time? I know your strength very well. You are a master of the realm of destruction, but you are also an outlier among the outliers. Although you are not a demigod, even a demigod like me dare not underestimate you."

"I am curious, who could have caused such a big trouble for you?"

Patrick cared a lot about his dignity. Even though he had fought to the death with his friend before, he still called him "little friend" every time he spoke. He was so polite.

Ron grinned, staring at Partridge silently.

I don’t know why, but that look made Patridge’s scalp tingle.

After several seconds, Ron spoke slowly: "You faked your death and got away."

"For eight hundred years, I have been hiding in the Dusk Continent."

"Sage...what are you afraid of?"

The first chapter is presented