Herman, who had been afraid just moments ago, suddenly became smug and carried away.
He raised his head high, his nostrils pointing to the sky, the corner of his eyes glancing disdainfully at everyone around him as if looking at a pile of trash.
Gerald, right?
You usually look down on me—just wait, I’ll make you regret it.
Virgil, right?
You actually dared to betray me just now.
Once I achieve success, I’ll kill you.
As for Aurelia, although she dared to show him attitude, which made Herman very dissatisfied, but… she was really beautiful.
Just thinking of Aurelia timidly standing before him with tears in her eyes, obediently admitting her mistake and begging him to give her another chance, made Herman’s heart inexplicably burn.
He even felt that Aurelia’s current cold temperament was more enticing than her previous timid and obedient demeanor.
A woman like this could only be worthy of a man as outstanding as himself.
The more he had looked down on Aurelia before, the more he now longed to possess her.
Two streams of heavy breath burst from Herman’s nostrils.
He could not wait to make everyone who had looked down on him understand how poor their judgment was.
Herman’s change in attitude was clearly noticed by Gerald, Virgil, and Aurelia, all of whom could not understand what had happened to him to suddenly become so… arrogant.
A lunatic?
But at this moment, no one had the time to care about Herman.
Although the Dragon Race had not yet directly perished, the scenes from the prophetic poem had already begun to unfold.
“This matter is too significant.
I must immediately head to the headquarters,” Gerald said in a deep voice after a brief silence.
“Virgil, after I leave, the affairs of the church branch will temporarily be handed over to you.
You must ensure Mr.
Ron’s safety and not let him encounter any danger.” Virgil nodded heavily: “I understand.
Archbishop, please take care.” Although the two belonged to different factions and often had disagreements, Virgil understood that now was not the time to dwell on such trivial matters.
Ron’s prophetic poem did not reveal what the coming disaster would be, but anyone who wasn’t a fool could imagine what would happen after the Dragon Race perished.
Gerald didn’t even have time to return to his residence to prepare.
Without the slightest delay, he headed straight out of the city.
Virgil turned to look at Ron.
At this moment, his attitude toward Ron became even more respectful.
Perhaps a Prophet did not possess particularly powerful combat strength.
But the ability to see through the future alone already granted the Prophet incomparable value.
Virgil was very shrewd.
He knew better than anyone that the Church of the Goddess of Dawn would never allow such an existence to slip away.
No matter the cost, they would ensure Ron remained within the church.
Even though Ron was not yet a member of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, his status was already beyond Virgil’s reach.
For someone like this, building a good relationship would naturally bring countless benefits.
“Mr.
Ron, may I invite you to stay at the Church of the Goddess of Dawn for a while?” Virgil asked with a smile.
He was not foolish enough to continue asking Ron about the future.
Ron had already directly revealed a large amount of information without resorting to riddles like other prophets.
That was already quite rare.
If he kept asking, it might even provoke Ron’s displeasure.
Moreover, a Prophet might have various taboos—not everything about the future could be spoken.
Ron smiled and nodded: “Your Excellency Bishop, it would be my honor.” “However, could you allow me to stay here a little longer?
Don’t worry, it won’t be long.
I still have some things to pack up.” “Of course.” Virgil looked toward Aurelia: “Sister Aurelia, stay here and help Mr.
Ron pack up, then escort him to the church.” As he spoke, Virgil cast Ron a somewhat strange look.
He wasn’t an idiot.
How could he not see the ambiguity between Ron and Aurelia?
And judging from Aurelia’s attitude, this relationship had clearly already tilted.
This was normal.
Placing Ron and Herman together for comparison, one was refined, elegant, a gentleman—gentle and considerate toward women, with unfathomable strength, and even capable of glimpsing the future.
The other was rude and irritable.
When his fiancée might have been violated, he offered no comfort whatsoever, instead decisively breaking off the engagement to protect his own reputation.
After learning that his fiancée was still pure, he shamelessly tried to reconcile.
Though he had some background, it was insignificant compared to the identity and ability of a Prophet.
Comparing the two, anyone without a brain defect would know which to choose.
Virgil was also very willing to give Ron and Aurelia an opportunity.
Herman, standing nearby, immediately changed expression upon hearing this.
Aurelia had grown increasingly cold toward him, and the distance between them had widened.
If Ron and Aurelia were truly left alone together, no one could guarantee what might happen.
Of course, Aurelia was conservative and obedient by nature.
Even if the two were alone, she would never cross the final boundary and give her pure body to Ron.
But even holding hands, hugging, or kissing was something Herman could not accept.
His woman must maintain absolute purity, tolerating not the slightest defilement.
His woman absolutely could not be taken away by that bastard Ron!
“Bishop Virgil…” Herman tried to stop him.
But before he could finish speaking, Virgil interrupted: “Knight Herman, you will come with me to calm the citizens within the city.” “Your Excellency Bishop, I will stay here as well…” Herman continued to struggle.
Virgil’s expression turned cold as he glanced at Herman: “Knight, this is an order.” Herman froze, a trace of resentment flashing in his eyes.
Damn Virgil.
Was he planning to completely side with Ron?
What a wind-shifting bat.
This foolish guy had no idea who the true chosen one was.
He swore that one day, he would make him pay the price.
But for now, authority crushed him.
As a mere squad captain, he had no qualification to challenge a bishop.
Herman took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the irritability in his heart.
He shot Ron a warning look before finally leaving with Virgil.
Ron was a Prophet—he should know what fate awaited those who offended the chosen one.
Meanwhile, Ron’s smile grew even wider… this was perfect.
Fortunately, Herman was just as stupid in reality as in the game—no, arrogant.
He had regained his confidence.
Ron had been worried that Herman might collapse completely.
After all, Ron now needed power.
And to rapidly increase strength, one aspect was equipment and enhancements, and the other was system rewards.
And the system would only activate when encountering life-threatening danger.
In that case, letting Herman trigger system missions was the best choice.
After all, this guy was foolish and arrogant, able to minimize the risk of death.
Simply put, Ron was treating Herman as a fast-respawning mob, constantly farming gold.
He believed Herman would bring him countless benefits.
Ron turned and walked back into the living room.
He intended to search this branch again to see if he could find the lost notebook.
Aurelia quietly followed behind.
Looking at the not particularly broad or tall back, she gently bit her lower lip and called out softly: “Ron.” “Hm?” Ron turned around.
Only then did he notice that Aurelia seemed to have changed into a different outfit.
On the smooth floor reflected a pair of beautiful legs.
The nun’s robe seemed different in style, the skirt looser, with symmetrical religious patterns on both sides of the waist—a cross piercing through the rising sun—making Aurelia appear even more sacred.
Ron smiled: “I didn’t have the chance earlier, but I have to say, Aurelia, this outfit really suits you.” He really noticed that she had changed clothes—he was quite attentive.
A faint blush of spring affection appeared on her fair face.
After a brief hesitation, Aurelia gently spun in front of Ron, the hem of her robe blooming like butterfly wings.
Light and fluttering, like drifting petals.
Beneath the skirt were legs wrapped in black stockings, appearing even more round, straight, and slender.
Perfect shape, full presence, delicate black silk… Ron’s heartbeat seemed to slow by half a beat at that moment.
“Does it look good?” Aurelia’s uneasy voice came from ahead.
Ron took a deep breath.
He could almost feel the fragrance emanating from her body: “I swear, this is the most beautiful sight!” The heart she had been holding finally settled, and Aurelia smiled softly.
A simple smile, pure and captivating.
After a long while, Aurelia took a deep breath.
She seemed to muster all her courage, lifting her head, her amber eyes gazing directly into Ron’s.
That gaze made even Ron somewhat unable to face it.
The pressure of life and death, the fear of being violated, her fiancé’s roughness, coldness, and breaking off the engagement—this single day had undoubtedly been the most fragile, despairing, and chaotic moment of her life.
And it was also the moment when she was most likely to develop affection for the one who saved her.
Aurelia was pure yet extreme.
When most women experienced emotional harm, they might fear new relationships, but Aurelia was different—she would desperately cling to anything that made her feel warmth.
Even so, things shouldn’t have progressed this quickly.
It was truly too exaggerated… Aurelia herself didn’t understand what was happening, as if some mysterious force was guiding her in the shadows… At this moment, she only wanted to establish an unbreakable bond with Ron, to let him leave an indelible mark on her body, on her soul, on her very being.
Finally, Aurelia’s cherry lips parted, her crisp yet trembling voice echoing in the hall: “Ron… I like you!” [Ding, system prompt, Aurelia’s favorability toward the host has increased.
Current favorability: 80.
Level: Understanding and Devotion!]