Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 39 It’s Me
As the magic stone was destroyed, the pillar of light that shot up into the sky quickly dimmed and condensed until it turned into a silk thread that broke and dissipated in the air.

[Level has been increased to level 39]

Ron tiptoed onto the ground, sheathed his knife and stood up.

The obscure array patterns gradually lost their luster under the feet, and the originally bright space became dim.

Bang!
The iron door was knocked open by brute force.

More than thirty fully armed guards rushed in and surrounded Ron.

Things had developed to this point, and even though Ron still had the face of Earl Lawrence, he could no longer fool these knights.

No matter how dumb these knights were, they would realize they had been deceived when they saw the divine purification array was destroyed.

The leading knight angrily cursed, "You damned bastard! How dare you disguise yourself as Earl Lawrence and destroy the formation?"

His resentful eyes seemed to want to tear Ron into pieces.

Ron took two steps back, leaned against the statue, spread his hands and smiled: "You should thank me."

His provocative words completely enraged the surrounding knights: "Catch him!"

Thirty knights surrounded him.

Ron leaned against the statue and looked at the charging knight calmly.

boom!
The next second, three layers of purple magic shields formed a triangle to protect Ron, and then quickly expanded, squeezing out the knights rushing up from all around.

Oh?
Ron looked down at Beatrice at his feet in surprise.

Beatrice, who was lying on the ground, raised one hand, and the magic light flowed in her hand.

Not dead yet?

Ron looked into her eyes and thought to himself that this woman was really lucky.

If an ordinary person was hit by the magic stone just now, he would become mentally retarded if not dead.

This war slave named Beatrice not only did not become mentally retarded, but her eyes became clearer.

Compared to her previous empty eyes, her gaze now clearly looked more like a normal person, although there was still no trace of emotion.

To destroy the divine purification array, one must sacrifice a person.

In every aspect, war slaves are the most suitable.

War slaves are not only easy to control, but also have a short lifespan.

As for Beatrice, if Ron didn't rescue her, what was the difference between her being alive and dead in the dungeon?
Instead of letting her die pointlessly in the dungeon, it would be better to make the best use of her and let her die in a more valuable way.

Of course, Ron didn't bring her here to die.

War slaves are different from ordinary people. Their minds are imprisoned and their mental strength is controlled by slavery shackles. The mental impact of the magic stone at that moment has a certain probability of being resisted by the slavery shackles, thus liberating their self-thoughts.

Although the probability is only one in ten, it is still a path to new life.

And that one in ten chance of survival now really happened to her.

What Ron was more curious about now was that after she regained her self-awareness, she actually chose to help him out.

You know, he was planning to sacrifice her.

The slavery shackles around Beatrice's neck did not disappear, and she was still under her own control, but as a person with self-awareness, she could choose to turn a blind eye before receiving her own orders.

Anyway, it's just a matter of changing the owner.

"What was going on in your mind, helping me, the one who was planning to sacrifice you?"

Ron asked curiously as he watched her slowly stand up from the ground.

She didn't answer Ron's question, but calmly took Ron's hand and said, "Let's go out."

This was the first time Ron heard her voice.

It was a gentle voice, but a little hoarse.

"Go away." Ron gently shook her hand away.

She looked back at Ron in confusion.

Ron stretched out lazily, leaned against the statue, and said, "Don't worry about me. You are free now. Leave here while you still have a chance. Then find a place without too much intrigue and enjoy the rest of your life."

Beatrice stared at him, her cool, beautiful eyes blinking involuntarily. From the moment she was shackled into slavery, freedom was a completely foreign concept to her.

"Looks like you can't leave." Ron suddenly laughed.

Before Beatrice could comprehend the situation, her three magic shields were shattered by a fierce golden beam.

The next second, a golden light flew in from outside the castle and hovered in the air.

Beatrice looked up.

She was a woman wearing a white nun's uniform. She looked young, holding a magic wand in her snow-white hands. Her amber eyes were cold as she looked down indifferently at the man beside her...

"Lady Keltia."

Seeing Celia, the knights who were temporarily helpless with the magic shield showed joy.

"you……"

Ron looked to the side and saw Beatrice raise her hand expressionlessly, pointing it into the air, and magic power surged.

He shook his head helplessly.

Why bother?
boom!
Before the magic could take shape, Beatrice's body flew away like a kite with a broken string.

Celtia never glanced at him from beginning to end; her gaze was fixed on the calm figure in front of the statue.

I always feel that that self-righteous and annoying look is inexplicably familiar.

"Who are you?" asked Celia.

"Can telling it out save your life?" Ron asked.

Keltia raised her wand, and the seventh-level magic holy flame flash slowly condensed.

"Wait, I confess, I confess everything." Ron quickly raised his hands in surrender, and as his muscles and bones slowly moved, his appearance began to change.

In front of the wand, the energy ball expanded to two meters wide, and then slowly shrank as he became more honest.

Celia looked at Ron with cold eyes.

Of course, she just wanted to scare this man who had committed a heinous crime and still had a playful face. She did not deny that she had fallen to the point of being controlled by her emotions, but no matter how impulsive she was, it was impossible for her to release seventh-level magic in the center of the city.

This man really deserved to die, but before that, we must at least find out his identity and his intention to destroy the Divine Purification Formation.

Keltia stared intently at the middle-aged man's face, which gradually became firmer, fairer, and more handsome...

hiss……

Why does this face seem more and more wrong the more I look at it?

Why is it becoming more and more like that...

"it's me."

With the last joint repositioned, Ron returned to his original appearance.

Anyway, my identity will be exposed after I am arrested, so I might as well confess and suffer less physical pain.

He looked at Celia with a sullen smile, hoping to establish a friendly relationship with her. "Lady Celia, it's been a while since we last met. I wonder if you're still... uh..."

Ron's eyes suddenly widened as he was halfway through his words.

Damn, does it have to be so passionate?

In the sky, the energy ball that had shrunk to the size of a basketball expanded to more than ten meters wide the moment it returned to its original form.

The dazzling golden light is as hot as the sun.

Ron subconsciously took a step back.

This enthusiasm might be a little too much for him to handle.

"Please calm down, Lady Keltia."

"This is the city center, we can't cast seventh-level magic."

The knights in the castle looked at the terrifying energy ball above their heads that was about to fill the entire castle, and tried to persuade him tremblingly.

(End of this chapter)