I almost laughed out loud because I couldn't hold it in.

Ah, now I understand that this Wesker Ronan does not have a brain problem, but has no brain at all. What kind of idiot can have such a daydream?

But the current situation is pretty good. I just need to continue to pretend to be worried to trick him. After all, I can’t guarantee that when Erica comes over, she won’t be able to help but blow up his empty bag immediately.

Head. After knowing this, I have to sort out written documents and submit them to the Chosen Ones library for archiving. I am afraid that such a fool like him is unprecedented. I must show it to future generations of Chosen Ones. However,

I'm also really worried. Wouldn't it be a shame to let the younger generations know that I lost to such a thing?

"You plan to start a war with Archduke Michael with this small force? I'm afraid you won't even be able to pass the test of Count Ronan."

"Don't mention him to me! Cakion Ronan... This idiot really disappoints me."

"That's your father anyway..."

"Haha? Father? There are some things that you don't know. This Earl secretly controls thousands of elite soldiers and a lot of wealth, but he only bows to that old man Michael. This shows that he is just a man who is greedy for pleasure.

He's just an old loser. I'm afraid there's one more thing you don't know, right?" The baron glanced disdainfully at Chris, who was kneeling on the ground, and then continued: "My father, who is an honest earl, has been counting on me for a long time.

He has been secretly communicating with people from the Solis Kingdom for many years, and the year before last I saw him kneeling before a kingdom envoy to accept the canonization secretly."

Although it seems that I have unintentionally obtained some incredible information, I am not interested in this kind of thing at all. I want to know some other information more than this.

"Where are the others in Merylgil's caravan? Were they sold by you?"

"Oh? So you know everything? Yes, I have no interest in those pretty boys, so I left them to the slave traders..." The baron let out a lustful laugh and said to himself: "Maybe, those pretty boys are now

On a certain lady’s bed...hehehehe."

I feel relieved after hearing this. At least it is clear that those male elves were indeed sold to a slave market somewhere. I think it will not be that difficult to find them based on clues in the future. Of course, if we can save these men this time,

Miss Michael, who is kneeling on the ground, would definitely be more suitable than me to use her power to rescue those elves.

Now, it’s time to get down to business.

"Your ring is nice, where did you get it?"

"Huh? I didn't expect you to see it. It's amazing."

"No, I know your power comes from this ring. I would like to know where you got it from?"

"Well...it seems like you still have dishonest thoughts."

"Out of curiosity, I was defeated by the power of this ring anyway. You can't let me know nothing, right?"

"No! You are wrong, you lost not to this ring but to me!"

"Okay, okay, then the distinguished Mr. Wesker, can you tell me, the humble me?"

"..."

I didn't intend to induce him with sweet words, because I really didn't want to speak. But it was okay to just pretend to be scared and try to elevate his status to make him feel some status differences. After all, for such a fool,

It is said that gaining the approval of others is stronger than anything else. Of course, maybe women are also considered, but I am not willing to do it to death, and I don't even want to think about it.

The Baron pondered for a while. I really didn't know what kind of messy things he was still thinking about at this time. I was getting more and more anxious, because Erica had already arrived near the first floor. If he didn't speak, it would be too late.

.

"It's not a secret... I found this in a shop selling old jewelry when I was in Pez. Look, I can find that shop in such a remote corner, and then pick it up from that pile of rubbish.

This ring is found in the middle, this is the guide of destiny..."

Before he even said a few words, he was immersed in cheap narcissism again. But this bit of information is pretty good, and I can roughly guess where the store is. After all, the town of Petz is just that big.

How many hidden streets can there be in this place?

Now that the information you want has been obtained, all that's left are trivial matters.

"So, great conqueror of the world, which country on Earth are you from? What was your original name?"

"What...?! Oh, I see, no wonder." The baron laughed at me like a fool for some reason, then stood up and squatted in front of me, grabbed my hair and looked at my face. I obviously

Feeling his anger, you could even see a trace of disgust in his eyes. After a while, he let go and returned to the chair and said: "You are also a reincarnated person, right? Which country are you from?"

"England..." My scalp hurt from being torn apart by him, but I still suppressed the anger in my heart. After all, it was meaningless to compete with a dying person.

"The British... hum, not bad." After hearing my background, the Baron leaned back on the chair and tapped the armrest with his fingers from time to time as if he was worried about something. About a minute passed like this.

, he stood up suddenly and walked to me, raised his right hand and pointed at me and said.

"Listen up, Englishman. I come from the great Sun..."

"call out!"

Before the baron could finish his words, I heard a faint sound passing in front of me. It seemed like some object that was too fast to be seen passed through the baron's palm and penetrated into the wall on the right.

There was an inexplicable silence in the room for about a few seconds, and then I heard the baron's wailing scream. At the same time, I also keenly heard a familiar voice coming from behind a certain wall on the left.
Chapter completed!