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

Gudong!

The indescribable chill made Irelia swallow her saliva.

The inexplicable sound echoing in her ears made Irelia's skin raise a layer of small pimples. She tried to shake the sound away from her ears, but she couldn't.

The voice seemed to echo directly in her mind, constantly stimulating Irelia's consciousness.

Irelia's right hand had been raised at some point, and her trembling fingertips reached for the button on the wall.

Snapped!

The fingers of her left hand suddenly grabbed the wrist of her right hand, and Irelia almost tried her best to drag her right hand back.

Irelia is no longer the simple nun she was originally. During this period of studying the Psalms, Irelia cannot avoid being exposed to knowledge in the field of occultism.

In the field of occultism, the only iron rule is not to try to explore the sounds that should not be heard, and not to try to spy on the existence that should not be seen.

Madness, distortion, death, this is the threat that runs through the occult.

A strong impulse suddenly emerged in Irelia's heart, as if there was something hidden behind this door that had a strong attraction for her, making her want to get close.

Immediately afterwards, Irelia's body trembled violently, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

She bit the tip of her tongue and used the stinging pain on her body to force herself back to normal. At the same time, she took advantage of the brief moment of clarity to retreat quickly.

After increasing the distance from the bookshelf and the wall, the strong feeling finally gradually weakened.

A cold breeze blew outside the window.

Her hair stuck to her cheeks, and Irelia realized that in just that short time, her body had been soaked with cold sweat.

Morol Church does not seem to be as peaceful as it appears.

It always felt like there was some kind of extremely terrifying existence sealed behind that wall.

Irelia didn't know what it was, but she had a hunch that if she really opened that door, her self might be gone.

That's something you can't touch. Even if you really want to open that door, you have to gather enough experts.

For example, call Ron, Archbishop Gerald, Bishop Virgil, and even Saint Christian.

There are enough troubles in Larnaca City now, and Irelia doesn't want unplanned situations to interfere with their original arrangement.

When Irelia left the library completely, that feeling completely disappeared.

However, vaguely, it seems that one can hear a low roar coming from the depths of the library:

"dusk……"

……

call!

Ron let out a long breath.

The exhaled air condensed into a light mist like white frost.

In the large room, the temperature is dropping.

"Have you refined the resentful soul?" Lydia's voice came from beside her.

This witch, like a pig, slept soundly for a whole day and a whole night.

As an undead witch, Lydia could obviously feel something different. A hazy shadow could be seen next to Ron. The drop in temperature in the room was the breath of the resentful soul.

As for the identity of the resentful spirit, it is Melville.

Lydia didn't have any special feelings for Melville. She didn't like him, and she couldn't even say she hated him. At most, she was a little tired of Melville's narcissistic behavior that he thought was romantic and unrestrained.

But, no matter what, Melville was also a member of the Spang Theocracy, and they had also performed missions together. Seeing Melville's soul being transformed into a resentful spirit, Lydia felt a little depressed.

Lydia, who has read the Necronomicon, knows very well what the resentful soul represents. It is an ending even more miserable than death.

"Reuse the waste." Ron did not deny it, but simply replied.

"Has the soul refining been successful?"

Lydia pursed her lips. Now she was no longer the third princess of the Spang Theocracy, but a slave girl who had signed a contract with Ron. She did not need to consider things beyond her own identity.

Although it was sad, Lidya felt inexplicably that her life was easier than before.

She took out six bottles of magic potion from the storage ring and handed them to Ron.

There were six bottles of magic potion, three of which seemed to contain pure water, while the other three contained something that seemed to be filled with mist.

A smile appeared at the corner of Ron's mouth. It was exactly the same as in his impression. As expected of Lydia, the soul-removing potion was a very difficult potion, and it could be refined so easily.

"You did a great job." Ron praised.

Lidya curled her lips, seemingly disdainful, but she actually felt a little happy because of her master's praise.

This damn advanced contract document was constantly affecting her.

After taking these potions, Ron walked out of the room. Charlene was guarding the door.

The sky was a bit gloomy, perhaps because it had just rained last night. There was a thin white mist floating in the air. A gust of wind blew and the mist gradually dispersed.

The dawn light scattered from the horizon, shining on the face, reflecting golden-red light.

Ron first went to Irelia's place. This girl seemed to have been studying chants very late last night, and she was still asleep now.

Her face was quiet.

Calm and natural.

Her gentle and delicate face is hard to associate with the White Saint whose eyes will be filled with blood in the future.

It would be great if Irelia could stay like this.

Then Ron went to Vergil again and handed three bottles of pure water-like potion to Vergil.

Virgil didn't say a word, he just silently put away these potions. He knew how to use them.

After arranging these contents, Ron planned to leave directly, but suddenly stopped at the door. The expression on his face became a little strange, and he looked at Virgil up and down. To be honest, Ron was really like him. I don't see anything that would attract Linde.

"What's wrong?" Ron's slightly strange gaze made Virgil feel a little furry: "Is there something wrong with me?"

"Virgil, I have a question for you..."

"Go ahead."

"How would you feel if someone had a crush on you?"

Virgil's eyes suddenly lit up: "That's pretty cool."

Ron is a prophet. He must have seen a beautiful woman secretly liking him in the future... Thinking of this, Virgil is quite happy. It seems that he is still very masculine.

Seeing Virgil's appearance, Ron's lips twitched slightly, feeling that it would be better not to break Virgil's fantasy. This was really a bit too cruel.

Ron turned to leave.

"Ah, by the way, tomorrow, the city guards and church clergy will prepare for a joint operation to clear out the black beasts and young gods. Don't forget it." Virgil's voice came from behind.

Young God, Black Beast.