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 My Father is the Ruler of Space and Time (36K)Chapter 312 My Father, the Ruler of Space and Time (3.6K)Sequence Eight, Stealth Master.

Materials: None.

Ceremony of Ascension: Perform a ceremony to the Ruler of Time and Space and complete an undetected infiltration.

Extraordinary ability: Physical fitness is greatly improved, and at the same time, the perception and sight of the enemy are almost intuitive. When the extraordinary person is behind a cover or in the shadows, no one can find him. This is undetectable in the mystical sense.

Papercrafting skills have improved, the objects created are closer to reality, and the number of productions and the degree of restoration have further increased.

Sequence seven, magician.

Materials: None.

Promotion Ceremony: Perform a ceremony to the Ruler of Time and Space, and be familiar with three or more types of mystical magic.

Extraordinary abilities: Spirituality and learning abilities will be greatly enhanced. At the same time, you will master many mystical spells and have the ability to cast spells quickly. The more you learn, the stronger your abilities will be.

During this stage, the power of the Extraordinary will increase slightly. The origami technique can fold specific spell models to store predetermined magic. Shadow stealth will become space hiding. No matter when and where, the Extraordinary can hide in a space that ordinary people cannot detect.

Three extremely strange sequences were recorded on the brand new sheepskin. This was beyond Klein's common sense and beyond his knowledge of the mysticism.

How can one obtain extraordinary abilities without extraordinary characteristics? This is neither scientific nor mystical!

"Is this all true?!"

The great detective was stunned and asked in disbelief.

If this extraordinary ability is real, how much money can be saved? Just fold origami!

"Mr. Sherlock, look."

Faced with such doubts, Hilde did not explain, but just smiled and took out a piece of intricately layered special paper from under her skirt.

Her fingers were extremely flexible, and in a short time, she turned the pre-made origami into a revolver.

The ferocious edges and metallic texture together create an invisible deterrent force.

"Bang!"

Hilde pulled the trigger, sparks flew across the church floor, and a hole was made by the paper bullet, which was as powerful as a real revolver.

"You can actually use it for other things, like this."

As soon as the bishop's voice fell, she took out a piece of white paper from her pocket. Her slender and flexible fingers were so fast that they left afterimages. In just a blink of an eye, the piece of white paper turned into a scimitar.

After looking at the great detective who looked surprised and like a bumpkin, she smiled and handed the origami to Klein, and gave a detailed explanation.

"At the ninth stage of Sequence, although we can imitate most items, we cannot imitate spells or materials related to mysticism."

"Although this extraordinary ability does not have a strong offensive power, it is convenient and practical. It can help in any situation, just like when you forget to bring your keys when you go out."

Picking up the scimitar folded from paper and shaking the weight that was clearly not from white paper, Klein was sure that this knife was no different from a real scimitar.

"Is it afraid of fire?"

He realized a key problem.

"Have you ever seen paper that is not afraid of fire? It has some resistance to flames and water, but not much."

Faced with such a stupid question, Miss Bishop still answered patiently.

"So can I use origami to make a high-pressure steam rifle?"

Klein continued to ask. If it was really possible, then the Beyonders of this sequence were ridiculously powerful. They could imitate creatures just by looking the same, without considering the internal structure. This was even more powerful than him as a magician!

"Mr. Sherlock, you are not yet a Beyonder of this sequence, so you don't know enough about it. A 'skillful hand' consumes his own spirituality when folding paper, and a complex creation like a high-pressure steam rifle will definitely consume a lot of it. It is very likely that you will only fold half of it."

Hilde watched the great detective explain in detail, but she lost her voice as she spoke because she just remembered that the strange man in front of her was an extraordinary person.

"Perhaps you can try, but paper is no match for special steel, and it's likely that two or three shots won't be able to withstand the huge pressure."

She was silent for a while, then answered conservatively.

"This extraordinary path is given by God. God's gift will repel the extraordinary characteristics in your body. Excessive use may even change your body and make you have extra parts or something. But this is not a big problem. As long as you complete the ceremony carefully, there will be no danger."

"Do you want to try? Please believe me, we have absolutely no bad intentions!"

There is indeed no ill intention. If there was, you would have used me to demonstrate your extraordinary ability just now.

Klein complained in his heart, quickly weighing the pros and cons.

"What if I choose not to accept it?" he asked tentatively.

"Then you will never know the truth, the origins of the master of Sefirah Castle."

Faced with this expected rejection, Klein Moretti remained silent. It was obvious that getting something for nothing was not applicable in this kind of scenario.

"Bishop Hilde, I'm going to go to the bathroom first, and then I'll give you an answer."

After a while, Mr. Fool decided that it would be better to do some divination to determine the risks. The only question now was whether he would encounter irresistible danger if he really accepted the so-called gift.

After completing his revenge on Lanevus, returning home became his most important goal.

However, facing the "Ruler of Time and Space" who might know a lot, he was unwilling to give up.

After tidying up his clothes, Klein walked out of the Glorious Church and walked along the street to the Harvest Church a hundred meters away. He shamelessly asked Father Utravsky to use the bathroom.

Divination in the Glorious Church is likely to be seen by the "Ruler of Time and Space" who is watching, and in the Church of Mother Earth, one of the seven major churches, the other party will definitely restrain themselves.

This is called professionalism!

Klein said in a compliment, then took four steps backwards and entered the gray fog.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the red moon hung high in the night sky.

About ten minutes later, the great detective pushed open the church door and walked in, looking exhausted.

As soon as he entered the church, he leaned on the seat, as if he had just done some strenuous exercise that was extremely strenuous.

"What's the big deal? It's just a fortune-telling. Why are you so stingy?"

He gritted his teeth and muttered as he looked at the holy emblem in the church, full of resentment towards this petty-minded god.

Above the gray fog, he repeatedly confirmed that what Bishop Hilde said was correct and he did not lie or deceive.

If he accepts the gift, he will definitely be in danger, but the danger is not great and can be dealt with.

After confirming this, Klein began to divine the "Ruler of Time and Space" again, but his divination encountered an unprecedented counterattack.

Logically speaking, failure was inevitable without enough information, and Klein was just trying it out at the time.

But he didn't expect that the other party seemed to have been prepared. As soon as the divination was established, Mr. Fool, who was high above the gray fog, was severely ravaged, without giving him any time to react.

"Bishop Hilde, I agree to your terms."

After taking a few breaths and regaining some strength, Klein decided to accept the deal.

As Emperor Roselle said, you can't catch a wolf without sacrificing your lamb. In order to go home, he is willing to take these risks.

"Excellent, Mr. Sherlock, that's a wise move!"

"I will now teach you the ritual method and prayers, so that you can receive God's blessing at any time."

"Thank you for your help, Bishop Hilde."

Facing the bishop's enthusiasm, Klein responded politely. He watched her hurriedly run to the underground entrance of the church and hurriedly took out another parchment scroll from inside.

"Here, if you lose it, I have a backup."

Klein took it politely, opened the scroll and took a look, and his face immediately lost all expression.

I saw the prayer neatly written on the scroll:

My Father in Heaven.

"Do I have to read it as it says?"

Klein's blood pressure rose. According to Mr. Fool, an expert god, chanting the honorific name was all that was needed to perform this kind of ceremony.

But why is there such a long prayer, the evil taste of which is not concealed at all?

It must be that petty person who did it on purpose!!!

"It's really troublesome. To be honest, I want to confess to him."

Ron sighed helplessly. He still valued Klein's friendship so much that he was in a dilemma at this moment. He was afraid that if he confessed, it would lead to "relationship breakdown" and other bad things.

When both parties are at the same level, they can still be friends, but if the gap is too big, there will be all kinds of conflicts of interest.

This is the cold adult world!

After taking a look at the villa which had become much quieter, the blond boy curled his lips and left the bedroom with his hands behind his back like an old widower.

"Sharon, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

As soon as he went out, the boy saw Miss Ghost, who had a delicate face, long light blonde hair, and a small black soft hat.

Medici took a leave of absence and disappeared at noon, so dinner naturally fell on the head of Miss Ghost who took over.

As for Amon, Ron didn't even consider it.

The god of mischief, we would be unworthy of his name if we didn't put some bugs in our food.

"White bread, tea, and jam."

The even tone of voice, upholding the concept of moderation, brought bad news to the blond boy.

As a ghost who restrains her desires, Sharon has never had high requirements for food. If she didn't have to prepare dinner for Ron, she would even consider replacing white bread with brown bread and jam with low-quality cream.

"Is this what you usually eat?!"

Hearing this answer, Ron suddenly imagined the pitiful Sharon squatting on the ground eating white bread with jam.

At this moment, he missed Medici, the mute guy.

"It's very helpful for moderation."

In the face of Ron's fuss, the Wrathful Soul replied in the same calm tone.

"Humph, moderation is a good thing, but I want to see you indulge yourself more..."

"I don't want to eat them anymore, you take care of them!"

The blond boy grinned wickedly and gave the food that the ghost didn't want to eat to the ghost.

But at this moment, Ron suddenly tilted his ears, and an extremely important prayer came into his ears.

"The great ruler of time and space, the final point where all things return to one, the infinite wisdom that knows and sees everything, I have discovered the trace of Admiral Cattleya of the Star."

"She was resupplying at Simim Island in the Sonia Sea. Someone spotted her first mate and the Future, which was parked in a private port."

After accepting the prayer and taking a look at the boring resentful soul standing beside him, the blond boy suddenly grew taller, his long silver hair fell, and an extremely beautiful silver-haired lady appeared in the corridor on the third floor.

She was dressed simply, barefoot, and looked at the somewhat stunned resentful soul with her blood-red eyes.

"Would you like to go for a walk on the sea with me? Sharon, you are so boring. I really want to see you give up..."

The silver-haired lady walked forward, and pressed her curvy figure tightly against Miss Ghost, pressing her against the wall, which was something the short person could not do.

"You're blushing, do you prefer women?"

The bloodless lips blew hot air, passing over Sharon's slightly red face and slender white neck. The ambiguous breath made her itchy, her body felt a little hot and she felt very uncomfortable.

"I, I didn't!" she replied stubbornly.

"Really? I like you more when you're passive like this!"

The silver-haired lady pressed closer again, making Miss Ghost unable to move. Her beautiful face was buried deep in Sharon's neck, greedily savoring the fragrance of the girl's body.

Suddenly, the white teeth bit Miss Wrath's delicate collarbone, and as the tip of the tongue licked it, Sharon's face turned red instantly.

Feeling the warmth and softness of the person lying on her, she wanted to struggle violently, but she didn't dare to do so when she thought of the identity of the person in front of her.

"It seems you still like it..."

Taking advantage of her height, the silver-haired lady moved her head away. She stroked Sharon's light golden hair and said teasingly to Miss Ghost who was like a punching bag.

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Faced with such teasing from her elder sister, Miss Wrathful Soul was incoherent and had no idea how to express her own thoughts in this situation.

"Huh, do we need to exercise restraint in this regard as well?"

Pulling up Sharon's pale and bloodless hand, Ron gently tickled her palm with his slender fingers. With a proud hum, Ron made the obedient abstinence ghost lower its head.

Seeing this boring ghost behave like this, the silver-haired lady became very interested.

She moved her bare feet again, wanting to make some bolder attempts, but at this moment, the figure of the resentful spirit suddenly disappeared, jumped onto the glass and fled in panic.

"How boring... He is just a block of wood. If it were Medici, he would definitely get angry and talk back to me, and use his abilities to fight me to the death."

"When the time comes, I will pin Him to the ground and beat Him!"

For a serious person like Sharon, Ron really wanted to make her less taciturn.

Persuading prostitutes to become good women and seducing decent women into prostitution were Ron Sotos' favorite things to do.

Besides, wouldn't it be a shame not to tease such a pretty little ghost?

Ron stretched and walked forward. After taking two steps, she turned her head and said calmly to her other self who was still standing there:

"Keep an eye on that Amon, don't let him slack off!"

"Hmph, die outside and don't come back!"

Ron from another timeline was obviously very unhappy that his original body went out to play while he was alone at home.

"Heh, if you keep pushing me, I'll send you to the center of the earth to monitor the Chaos Sea."

"Also, what's the matter with your broken mouth? If you don't want it, you can donate it to someone else!"

The silver-haired lady threatened through gritted teeth and made a self-deprecating remark.

…

Tuesday, 8 o'clock.

Simim Island.

"Hey, look, we have two distinguished ladies here."

"On the island of Simim, no noble lady is willing to come to the Palm Tree Tavern filled with scum, villains, hooligans and drunkards!"

Bucktooth Gail put down his wine glass, opened his eyes as wide as he could, and looked greedily at the two ladies who pushed the door open.

One of them had long light blonde hair, blue eyes, a delicate face, and a small black soft hat on her head. On this tropical island, she was wearing a complicated and layered black court dress, as if she was completely unaware of the humidity and heat in the air.

The other one looked even stranger. She was wearing a black robe with silver patterns and lace on the edges, and a white tight-fitting shirt with a black floral collar underneath.

His long silver hair fell down, his blood-red eyes revealed the aura of a superior, and his dark trousers were completely wrapped in his brown boots, which perfectly set off the perfect curves of his long legs.

The leather boots stepped on the ground, making a crisp "click, click" sound, as if stepping on the hearts of the drunkards. Coupled with the momentum of the superior, the silver-haired lady successfully made the hooligans and villains in the tavern lower their heads and dared not look any more, as if they were facing someone high and powerful, or facing the "natural enemy" of nature.

The drunkards were quiet for a while, but in the end they did not dare to tease the beautiful lady and her servants who were so majestic. They all turned their targets and targeted Bucktooth Gale who started the commotion in the first place.

"Don't believe what that bucktooth guy said. He missed the last type of person in the tavern. That's the liar. Hahaha!"

"That's right. I guarantee that within three sentences, this guy will ask you if you know about the Ghost Empire, and then try to defraud you of your money and disappear without a trace!"

Some of the drunkards shouted loudly, as if they wanted to win the favor of the mysterious silver-haired lady and take another shortcut in life.

"Drink your wine in peace, scum!"

"Ma'am, don't listen to them. I'm not lying. Think about how dangerous the ocean is. I'm just trying to dissuade some naive people from losing their precious lives. If you want to take such a precious lesson, you should pay a little compensation!"

"What they lost was money, but what they gained was a beautiful and precious life. Do you understand? Life!"

Bucktoothed Gail slammed the wine glass on the table and roared. He ignored the drunkards' sarcasm and instead put on a greasy smile with his signature bucktooth, and his explanation was so refreshing.

"Ouch"

His answer naturally caused a burst of boos in the pub.

"You're such a complete asshole, so you want to teach me a lesson too?"

Ron raised his eyebrows, first expressed his own opinion and then gave a "sincere" suggestion.

"No ma'am, seriously, you look like someone you're not worth a damn."

"However, I sometimes do some serious business, run conscientiously, and everyone who has used it says it's good. No one has ever given a bad review!"

Stroking his head, the liar and information dealer called himself.

"How do you know I'm here to do business with you, not to drink?"

The silver-haired lady took the strong distilled liquor that Sharon had bought and took a sip. Her bloodshot eyes made the intelligence dealer feel a little guilty.

"Dear lady, please trust my professionalism. I said it at the beginning. No one comes here to drink dressed like you. If you come to the bar without drinking, it is obviously because of other reasons."

"And I happen to be good at something else!"

Revealing his trademark buck teeth again, Gail did not hide his analysis and the keen observation of a gangster.

"Heh, it seems like every tavern has this kind of service. I've been to quite a few, but your attitude is the most enthusiastic."

"Your peers either make me wait in line, or act mysterious, or are as timid as sewer rats. They simply can't give me what I want."

Ron nodded slightly, found a chair to sit down, and started chatting with the intelligence dealer.

The guy in front of him is Ron's final target. Although the informant from the "Rose School" said that Admiral Xing was on this island, the intelligence did not include Cattleya's location.

Admittedly, the island was not too big, and Ron could always find it if he looked carefully, but why bother with that much trouble.

As long as she uses her infinite wisdom and a little trick, Cattleya will come to her obediently.

Spread the news that someone is looking for Admiral Xing, and create a character that is not easy to mess with, then you can naturally seduce the pirate general.

Whether for his own safety or to ensure that he is well-informed, the pirate admiral will definitely find out who is targeting her before setting sail.

This would result in her being killed for nothing. Even if he sent his men, Ron would still be able to see through her position in an instant.

"That's great! Another drink!"

Passing the empty wine glass to Miss Ghost standing beside her, the silver-haired lady savored the taste of the alcohol in her throat.

What plan? I think you just want to drink.

Sharon obviously believed her own guess about the plan that Ron told her at the beginning.

After all, no one would drink up all the strong distilled liquor in the tavern while looking for information dealers. If you count carefully, this is the third tavern and the last one on the island.

Taking a quick glance at the silver-haired lady's still flat belly, Sharon walked to the bar with an expressionless face and continued to act as a servant serving drinks.

"Ma'am, you've come to the right person. My colleagues are so incompetent that they are not as good as me. What do you want to know?"

"Tell me where is Admiral Cattleya of the Stars!"

As soon as the beautiful lady finished speaking, bucktoothed Gale shook three times and jumped high as if his butt was on fire.

"You are courting death. Do you want to kill me? You can change to other information!"

"Ma'am, believe me, although you look like someone who is not easy to deal with, Admiral Xing is even harder to deal with. She has many subordinates and can send a large group of pirates to kill anyone who is spying on her at any time!"

The information dealer was sweating profusely, and was earnestly explaining the pros and cons to his client who was clueless about the consequences.

"Tsk~ Isn't Admiral Cattleya of Xing just a pirate who hides her true identity? Her subordinates are just a bunch of scum. What's so arrogant about that?"

Ron did not hide his disdainful sarcasm, which made the information dealer's eyes widen. The voices of the drinkers around him suddenly became smaller, and they turned their heads to look here in amazement, wanting to see who was so arrogant and had such a big tone.

Seeing this, the silver-haired lady raised her lips and continued loudly:

"Thank you for the information you provided!"

Shut up! You don't want to live, but I do!

Bucktooth Gail's eyes almost popped out of his head. He didn't expect that this beautiful woman was just like his grandmother said, with a heart as cruel as a snake.

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

He immediately shouted loudly to attract more people's attention and tried to wash off the dirty water that was splashed on him.

However, this is of no use.

People on the sea always like to watch the fun, no matter how big the event.

Shit, I've seen several people sneaking out the back door.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, the intelligence dealer decided to pack up and leave immediately to avoid being targeted by the terrifying pirate general.

"Ma'am, we are closing early today. Please ask someone else for your commission!"

Without even looking at Ron, he immediately dived into the noisy crowd in the pub and finally escaped directly through the back door.

"How boring! I hope this guy can make the right choice!"

Pushing the long silver hair that covered her ears inside the hood behind her ears, the silver-haired lady muttered something and drank her wine with peace of mind once again.

Ron didn't just want to have some fun by tricking the intelligence dealer, but the dealer had only two choices in this situation: either hide secretly so that no one could find him, or go to Admiral Xing to surrender.

As for the moral integrity of the people at sea, the great Infinite Wisdom never had any expectations.

After drinking several large glasses of strong distilled liquor and forcing Miss Ghost to drink with him but being rejected, Ron looked at the sky outside.

"Sharon, it's almost time, let's go back to the hotel."

(End of this chapterYou and the teacher are very similar (34K)Chapter 314 You and the teacher are very similar (3.4K)Iris Hotel.

"Sharon, you seem to like the way I look now. You looked at my breasts 8 times, thighs 4 times, and lower abdomen 2 times today."

"I didn't expect you to be such a resentful spirit!"

In a single room, facing the accusations of the silver-haired lady, Miss Ghost was speechless.

Although she just scanned with her eyes most of the time, a sneak peek is just a sneak peek.

This is a body that was personally sculpted by the Lord of the Female. Although it does not have the strange charm of a witch, it still has a beauty that can overwhelm a country.

However, this kind of beauty is always obscured by the heavy sense of majesty and oppression, making it difficult for people to notice it.

"Besides, you were the one who picked this outfit for me. There were so many options, but you only chose this one. Do you like me to take the initiative?"

Staring at the very suspicious vengeful spirit with bloodshot eyes, the beautiful lady crossed her legs, stroked her chin and analyzed to herself.

"No..."

You said you wanted to choose a suit that matches your temperament...

Sharon still had no expression on her face and could only secretly refute in her heart.

"Heh~"

As if she had seen through the thoughts of this bored ghost, the silver-haired lady chuckled and then analyzed very professionally:

"When you secretly look at me, there is always some inexplicable emotion in your eyes, as if you are reminiscing about the past, or as if you are commemorating someone..."

"That person must be a person of high status, someone you feel both in awe of and close to."

"That's why you picked out this outfit for me, and you always sneak glances at me for no reason!"

The silver-haired lady slammed the table with an angry look on her face, seeming to be very dissatisfied with the fact that she was peeped at.

After hearing Ron's analysis, the ghost girl's face turned even paler. She obviously didn't expect that her little habit would be caught red-handed and analyzed so accurately.

"You, your eyes and temperament are very similar to my teacher, who always loves to give nicknames to others and always likes to play tricks on people..."

She did not hide anything and explained quickly, fearing that this scary guy would have some misunderstanding.

"Oh, so you like your teacher~"

"If you want, I can also be your teacher and satisfy the humble but unspeakable secret in your heart."

"I, I didn't!"

Hearing that this dishonest person in high position was teasing her again, Sharon was so anxious that her forehead was covered with sweat.

At this moment, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the silver-haired lady disappearing from the armchair and appearing in front of her in an instant.

The beautiful face was very close to her, and the blood-red eyes made Sharon's heart tremble, and she couldn't help but take a step back.

However, the warm breath with the smell of desserts and alcohol did not distance herself. Just as Miss Ghost took a step back, the silver-haired lady followed and took a step forward.

"Would your teacher be like this?"

Suddenly, the beautiful lady kissed Sharon on the cheek and continued to blow her warm, sweet, intoxicating breath across the girl's face.

"No, I won't..."

Faced with this question, the resentful soul stammered with a flushed face. She unconsciously took another step back. Reason told her that she must get away from here as soon as possible!

"Hehe, you are not just shy, it seems that you are very "respectful" to your teacher..."

"That's right. Just because you control your desires doesn't mean you don't have them. Maybe you always suppress them deep in your heart and can only relax when you are alone?"

Ta-da-da, one step, two steps, three steps.

The silver-haired lady followed closely behind Sharon as she kept retreating until she had nowhere to retreat.

"I, I didn't!"

The blue pupils trembled slightly. Sharon had never felt her heartbeat so fast. She made a weak defense in a firm tone.

At this time, the silver-haired lady tilted her head slightly.

As the white teeth bit gently, Sharon's body trembled violently.

The resentful spirit, who had never experienced such teasing, wanted to struggle, causing her ears to itch and her body to feel numb.

The unprecedented stimulation, excitement, fear and other emotions made her reluctant to break away from the silver-haired lady's arms.

Moreover, I cannot resist Him at all... Great Bound God, please forgive the transgression of your followers. I will do penance to make amends after this...

The resentful spirit found a reason for himself.

A minute later, the beautiful lady let go, and finally it broke as the distance between them increased.

"Would your teacher be like this?"

Ron asked this while looking at the resentful soul that was trembling with its head down like a little punching bag.

"No, I won't..."

Sharon stammered in reply.

"Really? So you're looking forward to your teacher doing this?"

Without a pause, the beautiful lady pressed tightly together.

As the body temperature rose, the unique smell of Miss Ghost gradually spread.

Suddenly, the tip of an icy tongue brushed across the neck, instantly waking the resentful spirit.

Without any hesitation, she immediately turned into a resentful spirit and broke away from the embrace of the silver big sister, appearing in front of the full-length mirror in the room.

"You...are a devil!"

Sharon bit her lower lip, her blue eyes gradually becoming clear, and she whispered these words through her teeth.

The devil who tempts people to fall, the apostle who stirs up people's desires!

"Humph, your description is inaccurate. The demon king Fabuti can't compare to me at all."

Hearing the slanderous words, the silver-haired lady did not get angry. Instead, she imitated the smiling posture of the Goddess of Night and explained.

"And how am I the devil? I didn't forbid you to run away, and I didn't use too much force. You could have gotten away at the beginning!"

"I…I…"

Seeing that the bullied person actually dared to resist, the silver-haired lady asked a soul-searching question, which instantly caused Sharon's morale to plummet.

"Well, even the high and mighty God has things he desires, and he also has evil and unseen desires."

"I just want to tell you to smile more and not be so dull. It's okay to relax a little. You are only in your twenties. If you are not full of energy, how can you be called a young person?"

"And you've done well enough. I like you very much and admire you."

Seeing that her only maid at this stage was in self-doubt, the silver-haired lady immediately stepped forward and hugged her in her arms, straightened her court dress that she had messed up, and comforted her softly.

And you said you are not a devil...

The warm embrace made Sharon's whole body stiffen, but the comfort that was more like coming from an elder gradually calmed the resentful spirit. Feeling that the beautiful lady did not touch her any more, she felt relieved.

"The alien species is a cursed path. This is the influence of the Beyonder characteristics and cannot be changed. Once you indulge in desire, you will be affected by the tendency to lose control..."

Sharon glanced meaningfully at Ron who was hugging her, and her expression was quite depressed.

The curse of the alien species always made her feel miserable. If she had a choice, who would choose this path dominated by madness and pain?

"You can't not eat or sleep. Suppressing your nature and changing your original personality will make you worse."

"Be more cheerful and smile more. You think the Mother Tree of Desire has been replaced by me? Isn't this worth being happy about?"

The words of the silver-haired lady made Miss Wrathful Soul fall into deep thought. Faced with such a question, she, who was only Sequence Five, could not give an answer of her own.

"I will never betray the Bound God, and I will never betray my faith!"

In response to this, Miss Wrathful Soul said, "I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it."

Compared to you, the "evil guy" who tempts people to fall and whose origin is unknown, the bound god I have always believed in is more trustworthy.

"Even if I work for you, I won't let you succeed!"

Sharon seemed to be making a declaration, or sorting out her thoughts. In these words without any ups and downs in the tone, Ron actually heard a hint of determination and a determination to never give up on her beliefs.

Taking a deep breath, the resentful spirit suddenly broke free from Ron's arms, restrained all desires and returned to its previous state.

"Hmph, remember what you said!"

Looking at the expressionless and pale ghost, Ron snorted and said faintly:

"Sooner or later, I will make the Bound God believe in me, and then let him give you an oracle, asking you to strip naked and serve me well."

"I just like your stubborn character and your reluctant attitude."

"."

Sharon stopped breathing instantly, her eyes widened, she didn't expect there was such a thing.

"You devil, bastard, and hooligan!"

Finally, the resentful spirit who realized the true nature of the person in front of her no longer suppressed her own desires, threw away her small black soft hat, and chose to risk her life to defend her pure beliefs.

When it comes to provocation, Ron Sotos is a professional!

The crimson moonlight poured through the clouds into the only high-end hotel on Simim Island. The moonlight and the long white hair were entangled with each other, making Ron, who was sitting on the bed, look even more evil.

Suddenly, the shadow in the room moved strangely and approached the unaware silver-haired lady from behind.

In the master bedroom, a cold light flashed, and a figure jumped out from the shadows, holding a sharp knife and pressing it hard against Ron's back.

"Are you from the Rose School?"

A deliberately hoarse voice suddenly asked, and at the same time, the sharp knife in his hand exerted force, making the helpless lady who was kidnapped feel the sharp edge.

"I hate it when someone points a knife at me. I thought it would be Cattleya herself, but it turned out to be a little jerk."

The silver-haired lady snorted disdainfully. Her leisurely posture and contemptuous words made the Bloodless Heathdall take a deep breath.

"Heh, Admiral Blood suddenly went out of his way to look for the captain yesterday, and you found this place today based on the intelligence. You, the Rose School, are really brainless. You actually went to look for an intelligence dealer so brazenly. Have you ever thought about whether this is a trap?"

There is never a shortage of hunters on the sea, and as a veteran pirate, Heathall naturally retaliated immediately and was not at a disadvantage.

"Hey, can you be a little more self-aware? It's not appropriate for you to talk to me about brains in this way."

Ron twitched the corner of his mouth and made a sharp remark, causing the Rose Bishop behind him to take a deep breath again.

"Besides, how can you be sure that this is not a trap I set for you?"

"Roselle's moves are old-fashioned, but they are useful enough."

As soon as the silver-haired lady finished speaking, a breeze suddenly blew in the quiet room. The Bloodless Man pushed forward with a dagger in his hand, wanting to use the hostage to threaten other things in the room.

However, what he didn't expect was that even when he put the knife on the hostage's neck, a figure in a black court dress still appeared in his eyes.

This is a resentful spirit!

Maybe it would be a nice thing for Sharon to stab this bastard with a knife, but she naturally couldn't do that as she began to control her desires.

"Well done little Sharon, let's go find Cattleya now!"

The silver-haired lady nodded happily. After seeing the information she wanted from Heathdale's past, she got up from the bed and did not go towards the Future at the port. Instead, she came to a street on the island.

(End of this chapter