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

Ron's meaning was very obvious.

As long as West handed over the third Chaos Slate, for the sake of this stone, he could not reveal West's identity, nor would he send West to the Inquisition for trial.

From beginning to end, Ron had no intention of giving anything.

West was furious, this was free prostitution.

How can a dignified prophet be so shameless?

But when West saw Ron's smiling face, and then saw Agnes, who was also smiling next to Ron, he felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured on him, and his original anger was almost It was extinguished in an instant.

There's no way, this world is so fucked up.

If you are powerful, you can really do whatever you want.

There seemed to be only two roads left in front of him. He handed over the Chaos Slate and hoped that Ron would keep his promise.

Or, resist to the death and be killed by Ron or sent to the Inquisition by Ron, and all the collections in his storage ring will become Ron's trophies, and the Chaos Slate is no exception.

And there is no difference between these two choices for Ron.

This damn bastard, whoever tells him that the prophet is gentle and gentle and indifferent to fame and wealth, and who he is in a hurry with is obviously a greedy scumbag.

Westerdenis's lips were trembling. Although he knew that the outcome of the matter was already determined, he still couldn't help but want to argue: "That's the Chaos Slate..."

"Yes, I know that is the Chaos Slate, but my brother is also the director of the Inquisition." Ron said matter-of-factly.

West was even more speechless. Apart from his brothers in the Inquisition, wouldn't this guy know how to speak well?

Having said this, Westerdenis knew that it would not do him any good to continue to entangle him even though he was unwilling to do so. At this moment, he just wanted to get rid of this evil star as soon as possible.

Although he is very reluctant to part with the Chaos Slate, as Ron said, he cannot decipher the contents on the Chaos Slate. Keeping this thing with him is just a waste... Of course, this is only used by West. They were just words to comfort himself. When he took out the slate from the storage ring, West felt that his heart was bleeding.

Seeing Ron unceremoniously putting the Chaos Slate into the storage ring, West felt distressed again. After a long time, he finally let out a heavy breath: "Be careful, this slate is a bit evil."

"Ever since I first came into contact with this Chaos Slate, I have always felt that I could hear some inexplicable sounds in my ears."

"Although I feel that there may be some kind of powerful power recorded on this stone tablet, these weird murmurs have made me afraid to study it seriously."

This guy actually kindly reminds me?

This made Ron a little surprised, and he immediately smiled: "You are lucky, you have only had a brief contact with the Chaos Slate."

"So, even though you hear gibbering, this sound will gradually disappear as time goes by. But if you study hard day and night, then you won't be able to wait for me to come to you..."

West raised his eyebrows and looked at Ron.

"Before that, you will become a madman..."

As soon as these words came out, West felt a bone-chilling chill, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly. His normally normal complexion turned pale at this moment.

His throat moved slightly, and then West slowly spoke: "Evil God?"

Ron didn't say anything, just nodded silently.

West could tell from Ron's appearance that Ron had not lied to him, and he was even more frightened in his heart. Evil God, could that be an existence that could be easily provoked? Facing the evil god, if you are not careful, your life will be ruined.

Fortunately, I thought that there might be some powerful power recorded on this Chaos Slate, and I thought about it very much. Now it seems that it would be a good thing to throw this thing out of my hands as soon as possible.

Feeling that he had gotten rid of a big trouble, West blinked and looked at Ron. The meaning was obvious. Now that the Chaos Slate has been obtained, what are you still doing here?

As a prophet, he must be busy day and night. How can he have time to waste in his own small shop?

Unfortunately, Ron didn't seem to sense West's intention to see off the guests at all. He lazily stretched his arms and spoke slowly again: "In the Kingdom of Granville, all activities of the Eternal Freedom Sect have stopped. "

Westerdenis was furious.

I’ve given you the Chaos Slate, but you’re so unreasonable, and now you actually dare to boss yourself around. Why, are you our boss?

He wanted to point at Ron's nose and let Ron know his identity, but when his words came to his lips, they changed into another meaning completely: "Since my identity was exposed, the eternal freedom in Granville Members of the sect have stopped all activities.”

"That's very good." Ron nodded. Dolores wanted to build Granville into a truly beautiful kingdom, but she couldn't let the cancer of the Eternal Freedom Sect lurk inside the kingdom. Dolores's efforts may be in vain.

"Where's the Spang Theocracy?" Ron asked after a pause.

"If I remember correctly, the person in charge of the Spang Theocracy is the third divine envoy, right?"

West's face twitched. Ron, this hateful bastard, knew so much about the Eternal Freedom Sect that he even seriously doubted whether this guy was the founder of the Eternal Freedom Sect.

"Yes."

"You are a prophet, but after all, you stay in Granville most of the time. The third god's favor may not feel too much threat there, so the activities there have not stopped." West replied honestly .

In front of a prophet who understands the Eternal Freedom Sect so well, all hiding is meaningless. In this case, it is better to confess honestly.

"How many believers are there in the Spang Theocracy, and how many of them can you call upon at will to have an impact on the Spang Theocracy?"

"This is a matter of the Third God's Favorite. We, the God's Favorite, don't have much contact with each other." West shook his head and said.

Although they are all members of the Eternal Freedom Sect, it is obvious that they are actually three different forces, but they just share the same belief.

"In this case, you don't need to open this store. You go to the Spang Theocracy in person. I have some small things to do there. You can help take care of it." Ron said slowly: "As for the third divine messenger, You can rest assured that he will definitely help, after all, he doesn’t want his identity to be completely exposed.”

Westerdenis's eyes flashed rapidly. He wanted to tell Ron that I am not your subordinate, so don't point fingers at me.

Unfortunately, he really doesn't have the courage.

How many people can muster the courage to face someone who can easily crush themselves to death?

Ron's plan is very simple, to arrange more experts for Lidya.

The situation in Spang Theocracy was much more complicated than Granville, and he was worried that Lydia might be in danger.

Westerdenis is a pretty good guy, more than enough to be a bodyguard.

What's more, although the Eternal Freedom Sect is despised by others, it is still a very powerful force. If it can be used well, many of its plans will be more effective with half the effort.

Again, whatever the repairman's original world line was, Ron had to go against him.

In the game, these divine messengers are all going to die, so Ron will let them survive for the time being, so as to cause some trouble for the repairman.

Of course, we still have to find a way to ensure West's loyalty.

While thinking about it, Ron took out something from the storage ring and handed it to West: "Of course, we won't let you work in vain, this is for you..."

West's eyes were slightly happy, and he subconsciously reached out to take it, but the moment his fingers touched the thing, West's body suddenly stiffened.

What the fingertips touched was a grey-black, simple-looking stone slab engraved with strange patterns!