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

Ron's face did not change. In Larnaca, you can sue him however you want, whether it is to the City Lord's Mansion, which symbolizes the government, or to the Church of the Goddess of Dawn. If you frown, he will lose.

So what if we report it to the headquarters of the Dawn Goddess Church?

Isn't there a great saint named Christian standing there?

Originally, Ron thought that this was just Malte's own behavior and had nothing to do with his parents. But now looking at the behavior of these two old guys, Ron understood that his parents must also be participants, and maybe they were. These two shameless old guys have been making suggestions.

They want to keep deceiving Cecilia until Cecilia leaves the church and can no longer squeeze out any profit!

What a shameless family.

Malte's parents finally saw clearly that Ron was wearing a priest's robe, and the expression on his face suddenly became stiff. The priest...the real priest, unlike Cecilia, was an existence they could never offend.

Ron didn't show any mercy because Malte's mother was a woman. He raised one foot and kicked the noisy woman out, and squatted down in front of Malte.

Seeing Ron's figure, Marte's hair stood on end, and he was so frightened that he didn't even dare to continue screaming. He could only clench his teeth and tremble.

In comparison, Ron seemed very easy-going. He gently held one of Malte's fingers: "Where is the money Cecilia gave you?"

Ron didn't care about ten gold coins, but if these money fell into Marte's hands, Ron would feel sick.

"Money? What money? That was given to me by Cecilia herself...ah..."

Before he could finish his sentence, there was another earth-shattering scream.

A pig that is about to be slaughtered is nothing more than that.

The second finger was moved to the back of the hand by Ron.

The position of the finger joints is almost ready to explode.

The intense pain caused his whole body to twitch continuously. The movement here also attracted the attention of many civilians around. Every pair of eyes looked at this place with horror. No one expected that Ron would do this. Ruthless, without any hesitation at all.

He is obviously a priest.

Looking at the two twisted fingers, almost everyone felt a dull pain in their fingers.

Ron was too lazy to talk to Malte. He reached out and groped around on Malte, and soon found a money bag. With a shake of his hand, several yellow copper plates fell to the ground with a clanking sound.

Just a few copper coins?

Although Cecilia's monthly salary is not much, she still has a few silver coins, all of which are given to Malte. In ten years, at least dozens of gold coins!

It was a civilian family with wealth that could never be used up in a lifetime.

Not to mention these, there are still the ten gold coins that Ron gave to Cecilia just before...

So much money, but only a few copper coins left?

"Where's the money?" Ron asked again in a gloomy voice.

Waves of tingling pain continued along his fingers, arms, and into his brain. There were scarlet bloodstains between his clenched teeth.

People who have never experienced it have no way of knowing what it would feel like to have their fingers cut off. It is even more unbearable than having your fingers chopped off.

But facing the ferocious Ron, Malte could only endure it with all his strength, and replied in a hissing voice: "The money is there...give me another chance, I will definitely make a comeback, I will definitely win next time, and I will pay everything back then" For you guys……"

Ron laughed contemptuously, he was still a bad gambler.

Fortunately, Cecilia is not really with Malte. Even without the existence of Ava, there is absolutely no happiness for Cecilia with Malte.

Looking at Malte's parents, they were obviously not surprised by Malte's answer. They had known their son's character for a long time. If Cecilia hadn't sent money every quarter, they would have been unable to survive, right?

This family is all parasites lying on Cecilia's body sucking blood!

"Last question, what are you going to do to Cecilia after she leaves the church?" Ron raised his eyebrows.

This is not a necessary question, but Ron doesn't want Cecilia to still have any attachment to this man.

Cecilia had been standing quietly by the side, watching Ron torture Malte, without any sympathy in her heart, but when she heard this question, her eyes couldn't help but shrink slightly.

"Of course I will marry her, I will definitely marry her..." Malte replied subconsciously.

Ron exhaled slightly. Why can't this guy learn well after such a long time?

Click!

Malte screamed heart-breakingly, and the sound made everyone's scalp numb.

"I don't like hearing lies."

"I said, I said..." Malte screamed loudly: "Yes, there is a noble who is interested in Cecilia. If Cecilia really breaks away from the church one day, I plan to sell her to that noble... "

As soon as these words came out, Cecilia's pupils suddenly shrank.

A pair of plain hands subconsciously hugged his shoulders, and his slender body began to tremble.

Cecilia simply couldn't imagine what kind of ending she would have fallen into if it hadn't been for her husband.

The lover I thought I was was far more cruel than I imagined.

Ron's eyes also narrowed. This family was really prepared to eat up Cecilia and wipe her clean. Not even a bit of dregs would be left.

Although there are many shameless people in this world, those who can be so shameless are definitely the best in the world.

Is this guy really a human being?

Ron's right hand finally moved away from Malte's wrist. There was almost no intact finger in this guy's palm.

Malte thought he finally no longer had to endure that kind of torture, so he let out a heavy breath... However, Ron's right hand suddenly drew an arc in mid-air and clasped Malte's head.

The next second, under Malte's extremely surprised gaze, Ron's entire head was lifted up from the ground.

Malte seemed to have figured out what Ron wanted to do, and his bloodshot eyes widened: "No... don't..."

boom!

The head that was raised high was hit hard on the ground by Ron.

There was only a dull sound, and the stone slabs on the ground shattered, along with Malte's head, and red and white sticky stuff sprayed everywhere.

There was deathly silence all around, except for Malte's dead body, which was still twitching like a toad.

This guy doesn't care about the laws of the Kingdom of Granville at all.

Cecilia's heart also trembled slightly, but in the next moment, she felt that some kind of heavy burden that had been pressing on her body seemed to have disappeared at this moment, and was replaced by unprecedented ease.

When Malte said that he was going to sell her to a noble, the last thoughts in Cecilia's heart were completely cut off.