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

Old Father Abraham was enjoying the pleasure of a cat playing with a mouse.

There was no way, he had really suppressed it for too long.

Obviously he knows a lot of things, he is obviously controlling everything secretly, and everyone is just a pitiful pawn in his hands. How great a sense of accomplishment is this?

Whenever he thought of everything he had secretly planned, Abraham trembled with excitement.

He wanted to share this excitement and joy with others... He couldn't let others know about his deeds. He always felt that this joy was imperfect and missing something.

However, before the moment of final victory came, no matter how much he longed for it deep down in his heart, he could only suppress it and endure it with all his strength. Every day of patience made this impulse stronger.

And now, the moment has finally arrived.

He could finally announce to everyone what he had done in secret, and finally enjoy the shock, fear, and even despair of others' eyes.

Scream, wail, wail, despair.

Abraham stretched out his arms, hoping to hear the most beautiful music.

But the imaginary cheers did not ring out.

puff!

He heard a laugh that was a mixture of disdain and mockery.

This voice instantly made Abraham's face darken, and his rare good mood was completely destroyed in an instant.

With hazy eyes, he glanced in the direction of Ron. The voice came from Ron's mouth. Among all the disobedient, he was the biggest and most disgusting one.

He clearly received a gift from fate and had the ability to spy on fate, but he was not grateful at all for the gift of fate. On the contrary, he was always against fate.

This guy is the most hateful.

"Why are you laughing?" Abraham's brows knitted together.

Ron took a deep breath and managed to control his laughter: "I'm sorry, although I have received professional training and usually don't laugh, but I just couldn't help it this time."

"You said, we are clowns..."

"What about yourself?"

Abraham raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you think you are the one manipulating everything secretly, but who can guarantee that you are actually just a clown being manipulated? The difference is that we know what we are doing and why we are doing it, and you are more It’s so sad that you don’t even know why you do these things!”

The expression on Abraham's face became more and more strange. He couldn't even understand what Ron said at all, and he didn't understand what Ron wanted to express.

"Who are you?" Ron chuckled and asked again.

Abraham puffed up his chest vigorously: "I am Patrick Andre, I am a sage, I am the guardian of destiny..."

Ron interrupted Abraham rudely: "You are a piece of shit..."

The promotional speech was forcibly interrupted, and Abraham's face flushed instantly. He glared at Ron. This guy was really rude.

Therefore, the moment he entered the Church of the Dawn Goddess, he hated this guy very much.

Not far away, Gerald, Lidya and others' expressions changed obviously.

Partridge?

"Do you think you are Partridge?" Completely ignoring Abraham's angry eyes, the disdain on Ron's face became more intense: "Then do you know why Partridge changed his surname from Abraham to Andre?"

Ron asked this completely casually.

It would be best if we could get the answer from Abraham, but it doesn't matter if we don't get it.

But what Ron didn't expect was that the expression on Abraham's face was suddenly stunned. He only knew that his name recorded in the history book was Patrick Andre. Abraham was just his original surname, and he was also pseudonym.

He accepted this as a matter of course and did not raise any doubts about the situation.

It wasn't until Ron asked this question that Abraham was suddenly stunned. Yes, why? What happened that made him change his name from Partridge Abraham to Partridge Andre?

Why is there such a small difference? Why is there no memory at all in his heart?

He suddenly discovered that in his mind, those ancient memories were like a thick history book. The book recorded what happened on a certain day in a certain year, month and day, what he had done, but why these things happened. Things, why I would do this, but I have no idea at all.

His throat moved subconsciously, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. His brain was buzzing, and he felt a spine-tingling fear.

What made Abraham feel the most chilling was that in the past hundred years, he had never had the slightest doubt about this situation... It was as if there was some kind of force restricting him from thinking this way... No, that's not the case. , in fact, he should have had doubts about this weird memory. When Ron asked this question, he felt a very strong sense of familiarity. Obviously, this question should have been in his mind more than once. appeared.

However, for some unknown reason, he did not think too deeply about this issue, causing him to subconsciously avoid it.

It was precisely because Abraham had doubts in this regard that Ron's words were more likely to irritate him.

Suspicion, without getting an answer, cannot be completely eradicated, buried and avoided. It can only turn the suspicion into a suppressed spring. When the suppression force disappears, it will bounce to unprecedented heights... Ron's Questions happen to push the pressure away.

Just like now, Abraham's consciousness was instantly confused. All kinds of thoughts kept growing in his mind. He wanted to know the answers to many questions.

He wants to know why he hates nuns so much?

Why are there so many people similar to him in Larnaca City?

Why do I hate Archibald so much?

Seeing Abraham's appearance, the expression on Ron's face became more and more weird. Although his body suffered a strong impact, coupled with the overdraft caused by Hercules' protection, it was impossible to recover in a short time, but Ron En still struggled to stand up from the ground.

He gasped for breath, and then looked at Abraham again: "How much do you know about the ancient writing invented by Partridge?"

"How many do you know of the twenty-six letters of Chinese Pinyin?"

Abraham's eyes widened subconsciously, and he felt a little inexplicable fear: "Hanyu Pinyin? What is that?"

The smile on Ron's face became more mocking: "Why, don't you even know this? Back then, Partridge obtained ancient characters and Chinese Pinyin from Archibald, two languages ​​that had never appeared in the Twilight Continent. Text...even I know the Chinese Pinyin, but you claim to be Partridge, but you don’t even know it?”

"Don't you know that all the notes left by Partridge were written in Chinese Pinyin?"

Everyone around was completely confused.