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

When Ron heard that Heferson actually lived on the Mother Tree of All Things, he frowned.

This is not something that ordinary people can do.

The Mother Tree of All Things can be said to be the incarnation of the Mother Goddess of All Things.

In the Dusk Continent, a world where gods exist, the incarnations of gods are often worshipped most devoutly, and all believers believe that the incarnations of gods will bring them blessings and good luck.

As the god worshipped by the elves for generations, one can imagine what kind of status the Mother Goddess of All Things has in the elves. Living on the Mother Tree of All Things would definitely be regarded as disrespectful and blasphemy, which is something that no believer would ever do.

Even pagans can't do it.

But Hefferson did just that.

Why?

In Ron's opinion, this was absolutely a stupid thing to do.

You know, although Heferson currently holds almost all the power of the elves, this power and status is purely based on brute force suppression and is not stable. After all, Heferson can be said to be a typical usurper of power, lacking the name of righteousness and is not legitimate.

In the Forest of Elves, forces that openly or covertly resist Heferson have always existed.

In this case, what Hefferson should do is to try every possible means to create an orthodox image for himself.

Such a blasphemous act would not only do no good to Hefersen's rule, but it would even make more elves feel that he was arrogant and domineering, and become dissatisfied with him, and the forces resisting him would become stronger and stronger.

Hefferson was also a rather sinister and clever fellow, and Ron didn't think Hefferson was unaware of that.

In this case, Heferson probably had another purpose for living on the Mother Tree of All Things.

Unfortunately, the current information is too little, and Ron is unable to determine the real reason why Heferson did this.

Speaking of Heferson, there was obviously more hatred in Mirabelle's voice, and even Carol's expression beside her became a little solemn.

After all, Carol was a killer trained by Hefferson, and the training process was definitely not wonderful.

As for Mirabelle, her brothers and sisters, parents, uncle, and countless relatives all died at the hands of Heferson. There is an irreconcilable hatred between the two.

However, Heferson's strength was too strong, the kind of strength that was overwhelming.

Before meeting Ron, Mirabelle's greatest wish was to escape from Heferson's control, to take control of her own destiny, and to live a peaceful and stable life. However, after meeting Ron, the thought of revenge in Mirabelle's heart involuntarily grew.

Especially now, she even got a trace of the inheritance of the Mother Goddess of All Things.

Although the inheritance was weaker than that of Ifrit, Lydia, and Sharin, it also brought many benefits to Mirabelle, and the hope and desire for revenge in her heart became more and more intense.

But no matter how much Mirabelle hated Heferson, she still understood that now was not the time for reckoning, and her husband's plan was the most important.

For the sake of her husband's plan, Mirabelle is willing to suppress even a life-and-death feud.

"Tell me about the Elf Forest, the elves, and Heferson." Ron asked casually, flicking his fingers and sending a burst of energy that shattered a colorful poisonous snake hanging from a nearby branch into pieces.

"The elves and the Elf Forest?" Mirabelle pondered for a moment. "There's nothing much to say about the Elf Forest. It's just a large, dense forest. If there's anything special about it, it's probably the numerous poisonous insects that live in this forest."

"Even if all the poisons in other places in the Dusk Continent are added together, they can't compare to the Elf Forest. Not only are there common centipedes, spiders, and poisonous snakes here, but even many plants are terribly poisonous."

"In the Elf Forest, you must not eat anything easily."

"No matter how edible it may appear, a mushroom, a flower petal, or even a sip of water could kill you."

"Moreover, the poison is extremely strong. Once someone eats something inappropriate, even a legendary master will die in a short time."

Ron immediately understood why Mirabelle asked him to buy a large amount of food before leaving Granville, at least enough to fill a storage ring.

"It is precisely because of this unique advantage that the elves' mastery of various toxins far exceeds that of other races. The outside world has rumors that the elves are good at magic, but this is not actually the case."

"The elves are not really good at magic, but at refining magic potions."

"Especially poisons of all kinds."

"The elves will smear the poison they brew on the blade and tip of the sword. When fighting, they don't even need to cut the opponent's neck. As long as they leave a small wound on the target, the poison will spread at the fastest speed and take a life in just a few seconds."

"It's even said that many of the poisons made by the elves don't even have antidotes. Every year, a large number of elves die from the poisons they make."

Mirabelle's voice was very calm. She didn't seem to think there was anything strange about her words at all, as if she had already been accustomed to them.

This is the elves.

But Ron just felt a headache, and felt that all the beautiful fantasies about elves in his heart were shattered at this moment.

Who would have thought that the elegant and beautiful elves in the rumors were actually a group of guys who liked to use poison and had no martial ethics when fighting?

After a pause, Mirabelle continued, "It is precisely thanks to these poisons that few people dare to come to the Elf Forest to cause trouble. Even the dragons are unwilling to cause trouble to the elves unless it is necessary."

"In the entire Dusk Continent, there are dozens of races and one or two hundred countries. Every year, they have to pay a large amount of tribute to the Dragon Clan. However, the tribute paid by the Elves every year is just a token of respect. Basically, as long as they maintain the tribute on the surface, the Dragon Clan will not come to cause trouble."

"After all, the elves have a lot of poisons that even the dragon's strong body can't withstand."

“Perhaps, those dragons dare to bully the elves outside, but they definitely don’t dare to do that in the Forest of Elves.”

"The biggest difference between the elves and other races may be the gods they believe in." After thinking for a while, Mirabelle's voice flowed slowly like a clear spring.

"God?" Ron raised his eyebrows.

Mirabelle nodded heavily: "Although the Seven Orthodox Churches are headed by the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, in fact, even the Church of the Goddess of Dawn should not have seen many miracles, right?"

Ron was silent.

Not to mention that I have seen it a few times, it can almost be said that I have never seen it.

Since the moment the seven orthodox religions were established, there have been almost no miracles. The believers who came after them have never witnessed the glory of the gods with their own eyes, and can only imagine the appearance of the gods through the statues left over from eight thousand years ago.

The Pope has always been in charge of the administration of divine power.