Gerald’s somewhat turbid gaze examined the young man in front of him.
Refined and scholarly, very fitting for a scholar’s identity.
Azure blue eyes, like the deep sea, carrying the power to see through everything and the confidence that everything is under control.
His complexion was somewhat pale, but this paleness further deepened Ron’s sense of mystery.
He possessed powerful strength that had never been mentioned in any intelligence, able to easily suppress Herman with one hand.
More than a hundred cultists and five hundred Dawn Knights could only lower their heads, silent as cicadas in winter.
How could such an outstanding existence not be valued by his family?
Could it be that the Kopofel family are all blind fools, with no one able to see Ron’s value?
That’s impossible.
There is only one reason, that Ron does not want to be entangled in trivial matters like family struggles, so he deliberately hides his strength.
The power, status, and wealth of a duke’s family are like mud on the ground to Ron, completely worthless.
To have such character at such a young age is truly rare.
This was Gerald’s first impression when he saw Ron.
It must be said, this little old man is very good at overthinking.
“Archbishop Gerald, you’ve finally arrived.” “A little later than I expected!” Ron’s voice was casual, like greeting an old friend he hadn’t seen in a long time.
However, Gerald’s heart trembled slightly: “You already knew I would come, you were waiting for me?” Ron smiled slightly, without answering.
Maintaining a sense of mystery is very important.
The things he says might not be believed, but what others imagine themselves, they will definitely believe.
Ever since fooling Agnes, Ron found himself liking this feeling of bluffing more and more.
His gaze swept over Gerald, and Ron felt a bit of regret.
This is a good person… a purely good person, but unfortunately he won’t live long.
Soon, Gerald will perish along with Lanaka City.
Ron looked at Aurelia beside him, whose face was slightly flushed, and was surprised to find that Aurelia’s favorability toward him had increased again, now reaching seventy.
Perhaps because he had been on the Ferryboat of Souls before, there had been no system notification sound.
He glanced speechlessly at Herman, who kept trying to get close to Aurelia.
What the hell did this guy do again to make Aurelia’s favorability shoot up like that?
Sure enough, sparing Herman’s life was the most correct decision.
This guy truly deserves to be called a gold-tier support.
As long as Herman is around, winning over Aurelia is practically effortless.
While Gerald was still pondering the meaning of Ron’s smile, the last man beside him could no longer hold back.
This was a middle-aged man with a tall and thin build, upturned eyes and a hooked nose giving off a somewhat ruthless aura, dressed in a black robe that proved his identity—he was a bishop of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.
To become a bishop, one must possess strength.
This was a genuine Disaster-tier expert.
His narrow eyes stared at Ron.
The bishop did not hide his hostility at all, and his voice carried a hoarse, unpleasant tone: “Putting on airs.” “Archbishop Gerald, I really don’t understand why you would personally come to meet a cultist, and even want to recruit him?” A hint of smugness appeared on Herman’s face.
Bishop Virgil belonged to the same faction as him.
What he said, Gerald might not care about.
But what Bishop Virgil said, even Gerald as Archbishop would have to consider seriously.
Aurelia is his woman.
Ron must absolutely not be allowed to join the Church, it would create more opportunities for him to interact with Aurelia.
From beginning to end, Virgil’s gaze was fixed on Ron.
The magical fluctuation on Ron’s body was very weak.
Such a weak person was not worth his attention at all.
He even suspected that this man had defeated Herman by using some despicable means.
His words were completely unrestrained: “No matter what this person’s identity is or what talents he has, it cannot change the fact that he was once a cultist.” “The purity of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn must not be defiled.
I question your decision.” Gerald frowned, worried that Ron might get angry.
But Ron’s face still carried a calm smile, as if Virgil’s words had caused no emotional fluctuation at all.
He was calm, not like a human.
Ron even beckoned to Virgil: “Bishop Virgil, right?” “Can you come over for a moment?” “What for?” Virgil curled his lips, but still stepped forward toward Ron.
He wanted to see what this pretentious guy was up to, an ambush?
That would be perfect, just don’t treat him like Herman, that kind of trash.
Ron finally stood up, leaning toward Virgil’s ear: “How is Sister Aiseya?” “Bishop, you don’t want your affair with Sister Aiseya to be known by others, right?” That damn Japanese-style accent!
Ron’s voice was very soft, so soft that Gerald and the others could not hear it.
But to Virgil, it sounded like the whisper of a demon: His body trembled violently, then stiffened instantly.
Shock filled his dark brown eyes.
Almost by instinct, Virgil blurted out: “How do you know?” Virgil’s loss of composure was seen by Herman, Gerald, and Aurelia.
They looked at each other, none of them knowing what Ron had said to cause such a reaction from Virgil.
Virgil also realized his loss of composure.
His throat moved slightly as he forcibly suppressed his violently beating heart.
His eyes narrowed into slits.
At that moment, an unprecedented killing intent surged in his heart.
As long as he kills Ron, everything will… [Ding, system prompt, Infinite Death System activated.] [Mission background: You have exposed Virgil’s secret.
He seems to want to kill you.
Although this may bring him some trouble, with his identity as a bishop of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, it will not be difficult for him to settle such matters.] [Mission objective: Survive!] [There are many people in this world who want to kill you.
Try your best to stay alive!] [Mission reward: Random!] [Death countdown: 60 seconds!] As the system prompt sounded, Ron gradually understood the rules of the system.
Only when someone wants to kill him and has the ability to do so will the system give a prompt.
Herman might be the one who wants him dead the most, but unfortunately, aside from the beginning, the system had never given any prompt because of Herman.
At the same time, this also meant that Bishop Virgil in front of him had the ability to kill him.
As expected of someone on the same level as an inspector of the Eternal Freedom Sect.
Although Ron had highly strengthened equipment, the equipment tier was too low.
Virgil himself had Disaster-tier seven-star strength, and although his equipment was not highly enhanced, its tier was not bad.
Overall, he was still much stronger than Ron.
What a terrible discovery.
But Ron was not panicked at all.
In his eyes, this mission was practically a free gift.
Even if Virgil was stronger, it was impossible for him to instantly kill Ron.
As long as he could withstand the first wave of attack, once Gerald reacted, he would never allow Virgil to continue attacking.
And withstanding the first wave was no pressure at all for Ron.
Because of this, Ron’s face showed no worry at all, his smile even becoming more pronounced: “You want to kill me?” He even spread his arms: “Your strength is very strong, Disaster-tier seven-star.
Killing me would be as easy as crushing an ant.
Come on?” “What are you waiting for?” Hiss!
How could Ron see at a glance that he was Disaster-tier seven-star?
You must know, he had only just broken through to Disaster-tier seven-star a few days ago.
No one in the entire Church knew, not even Gerald.
How could Ron see through it at a glance?
Could it be that Ron’s strength is even greater than Gerald’s?
Virgil’s body instinctively leaned back, as if trying to widen the distance between himself and Ron.
Even though Ron had opened his arms, full of openings, looking like he was seeking death, at this moment Virgil did not dare to make a move.
This guy must have some kind of backing, otherwise he wouldn’t dare to be so fearless.
Thinking of how Ron had easily defeated Herman and suppressed five hundred Dawn Knights and a hundred cultists… Virgil had originally suspected Ron used some despicable method.
But now it seemed, perhaps he really has this kind of strength?
The weak magical fluctuations on his body must just be a disguise!
The thought that suddenly emerged in his mind made Virgil shudder.
Shameless, pretending to be weak to prey on the strong is fun, huh?
Virgil’s throat kept moving.
Ron’s gentle gaze fell on him, making this fairly powerful bishop feel his scalp go numb.
The more he looked, the more mysterious Ron seemed, as if a layer of mist surrounded him, blocking his vision and making him completely unable to see through him.
He must not attack, absolutely must not attack.
If he attacked, the one who would die might not be Ron, but himself!
In an instant, the killing intent in his chest disappeared completely!
Virgil suddenly turned around and looked at Gerald: “Respected Archbishop, I think Mr.
Ron is a good person, kind and benevolent.
He completely meets the standards to join the Church of the Goddess of Dawn!”