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

In fact, if Dolores was really that enthusiastic, Ron wouldn't be able to reluctantly agree. After all, as a gentleman, it would be rude to refuse a lady's request casually.

Based on Ron's experience in the game, this kind of thing is actually very likely to happen.

Along the way, Ron's thoughts wandered, and his mind wandered to all corners of the world.

Just as he was passing a drug store, Ron suddenly stopped.

The name of the drug store seemed familiar inexplicably. A group of city defense troops guarded the door, strictly prohibiting anyone from entering or exiting.

Soon, Ron remembered where he had heard the name of this pharmacy...from Virgil's mouth.

Before Herman was parasitized by the eggs of the black beast, he bought several bottles of love potion at this drug store before going to a prostitute.

Although Hermann was dead, the drug store became the subject of strict surveillance from then on.

But, generally speaking, shouldn't surveillance be conducted covertly?

Why are the guards standing at the door?

Isn't this a little too unprofessional?

Maybe, something happened.

Ron walked towards the door. He showed the senior priest's certificate to the guard at the door and easily gained the qualification to enter the pharmacy.

As a cleric, you have many privileges that ordinary people do not have.

"Be careful, the situation inside... is a bit bad." The city guard kindly reminded: "The superiors will arrange someone to deal with it soon."

Ron nodded and took a step forward. As soon as he entered the pharmacy, he could immediately feel a strong stench.

Like a piece of fat that has rotted for three or four days in the summer...

The whole room was dark and gloomy.

Under the illumination of the gas lamp, one can clearly see tiny particles of dust floating in the air.

Just as imagined, there was a thin and hunched corpse lying on the floor of the hall, and the strong stench was emanating from this corpse.

It looked like he had been dead for a long time.

The messy, bird's nest-like dry hair obscures his face, making it impossible to see his appearance at a glance.

Walking over slowly, Ron stretched out his hand to push away the hair covering the deceased's face... Although judging from the smell, he should have been dead for several days, there was no sign of giantness on the body, no. Know where the stench actually comes from.

Although the face was wrinkled, there were no signs of decay. At first glance, it looked like it had been dead for less than a day.

He should be the owner of this pharmacy.

I don't know if it's Ron's illusion, or if this thin and dry old man looks similar. I always feel that he has some similarities with Father Abraham, the oldest priest in the Church of the Dawn Goddess.

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Ron didn't stay here too long and left the pharmacy quickly. Virgil would investigate the matter here.

However, when Ron arrived at the Sykes Hotel, his expression suddenly became weird. He rubbed his forehead helplessly... Damn it, he had forgotten that the Sykes Hotel was not just for booking rooms. of.

You can also dine on the first floor of the Sykes Hotel.

It was all Dolores's fault for choosing such a special place that he even misunderstood. It was definitely not because of his dirty thoughts.

After gathering his mood, Ron glanced across the hall.

He soon discovered the figure of the eldest princess.

She seemed to have gone through some special makeup.

The long golden hair looks like silk woven with golden threads. The fiery red dress bound her graceful body and highlighted her graceful curves. No matter where she was, Dolores was the most dazzling one.

Such a beautiful woman will naturally be favored by a large number of males.

But the strange thing is that no one in the huge living room dared to come forward and strike up a conversation, not even the nobles...

Dolores seemed to have a special temperament, as if she were covered with barbs and thorns, making people afraid to approach her easily.

Once you get too close, you will definitely be covered in bruises.

Not every second generation is as stupid as Herman. These second generation nobles will never easily provoke those they cannot afford to offend.

Bah, bah, bah...

At this moment, footsteps were heard, and a figure walked towards the direction of Dolores.

Several aristocratic young men in the restaurant could see the playfulness in each other's eyes when they looked at each other.

There really is someone who dares to flirt with this noble and elegant woman. His courage is commendable.

They will never forget that just in the morning, a tall and handsome blond guy tried to strike up a conversation, and finally got the word "Go".

He is really an idiot. Judging from his clothes, he must be a priest... It is simply a dream for a clergyman with a not too high status to get involved with a woman of this level.

Among them, there was Lucius, the legitimate son of Earl Sharp, and Carlisle, the son of Viscount Lynch...whose status was not more noble, more gentlemanly, and more handsome than him?

They stared here expectantly, eager to see this man make a fool of himself.

While he was talking, the priest had already walked up to Dolores.

Dolores, who had been staring out the window, finally felt the movement here. She glanced at Ron with the same golden eyes, seeming to ask who are you?

"Your Highness Dolores?"

Dolores raised her eyebrows, and she proactively extended her right hand to Ron: "Prophet, His Excellency Ron Copperfield?"

Met, met...

Including Lucius and Carlisle, several second-generation nobles, all had their eyes fixed on this side, and they could not hear what the two of them said.

However, seeing that the beautiful lady had raised her right hand, her heart was filled with excitement... Tsk, it seems that this prickly beauty was angered by the two harassments, right?

Is this going to give the pastor a slap in the face?

It’s really... enviable.

Being able to touch those soft and delicate little hands makes it worth even a slap!

Could this guy have considered this a long time ago and deliberately went over to get slapped? Look at the slim-fitting dress, wearing high leather boots, and the graceful calves, if they could be stepped on...

Lucius, Carlisle and several second-generation nobles looked at Ron with anger, this shameless thief.

Beautiful lady, no need to be polite, just use hard force and whip him to death.

The Kingdom of Granville is hopeless!

But at this moment, Ron gently held Dolores's slender fingertips, and in the shocked eyes of a group of second-generation nobles, he kissed the smooth and jade-like back of her hand... I don't know. Was it Ron's misunderstanding? She didn't feel any scent of powder on Dolores, but the smooth back of her hands naturally exuded a fresh fragrance, just like roses.

It smells good.

It was shallow, but it always lingered in Ron's mind.

At that moment, the large group of aristocratic young men around them all opened their eyes wide, as if a sacred, pure and untarnished area deep in their hearts had been contaminated.