Brush up the favorability and turn the heroines into bosses

Raphney was feeling a little down at the moment, but she still thanked Victor very honestly.

"We have to thank Leah for this. Leah's 'magic verification code' allowed us to find ordinary people quickly. When she renovated the streets and built the mansion to imprison Blacklet, she also built an underground shelter. I heard that you contributed to all these things. What are you thinking about, Victor?"

In the three months since Blacklett disappeared, Leah has been implementing so-called reforms, printing "magic verification codes" on everyone in the territory, and conducting various evacuation drills and training.

The "magic verification code" can be sensed through the Command Spell, so it is particularly convenient to find people.

As for the evacuation drills, Raphney originally thought that this was a preparation to avoid the possibility that civilians might be accidentally injured in a war between them for Black Light's return.

Unexpectedly, the one who put these things to use was the Hermit Order, and the sixth seat, the Red Gloves, the most cruel and bloodthirsty of the Hermit Order.

“Because we both have good taste and like the same things.”

Victor smiled elegantly and answered Raphne beside him with clear eyes.

It seemed like he was saying something, but it also seemed like he was saying nothing.

Ravni shook her head and gave up chatting with Victor. She looked at the black fog that was gradually spreading in the distance.

"So what else do I need to do now? Victor."

The opponent was the Red Gloves of the seventh stage "Omicron". The Valkyrie was attacked and injured, and it was impossible for her to fight against the Red Gloves head-on.

Her plan had failed, so Ravni decided to give up struggling and wanted to help Victor.

Ravni is the first line of defense to stop the Red Gloves, Victor is the second, and Blacklett is behind them.

"No, no, there is no need for you to appear."

Victor shook his head. Ravni and the Valkyrie were not doing useless work. At least the residents in the city were evacuated smoothly, and Ravni had done what she was supposed to do.

"Raphne, you should go take care of your Valkyrie master. After all, she may have another chance to appear in the future. Leave this to me."

Victor stood there straight, looking at the road at the city entrance with his usual elegant and indifferent smile on his face.

He was preparing to show up himself to stop the sixth seat.

If there are people here who are not familiar with Victor, when they see Victor, they will definitely have the illusion that "this person looks like a hero."

"The opponent is a stage 7 Red Glove, and there is a stage 6 manipulating the puppet. They are two of the top leaders of the Hermit Society. Victor, do you have confidence?"

Raphney was not worried about how Victor, a guy without magic power, would be able to fight against two leaders of the Hermit Society alone.

She was just worried that Victor would not be able to stop the other party, and she would be wasted, and Blacklet would be found by the other party.

If possible, Raphney hoped that they could resolve the current crisis without Blacklet taking the risk of contacting the other party.

"You don't have to worry about that. I won't be killed that easily. Don't worry, Raphne. I don't plan to give Black Light to you easily."

Looking at the dark clouds above his head that blocked the sunlight, Victor waved at Ravni, signaling her to leave quickly.

"Ok."

Ravni looked at Victor, who was bewildered. She said nothing more and turned around and walked away quickly.

When Ravni's footsteps gradually disappeared, Victor asked himself.

"How's the status? Is Lola finished?"

The butler's figure slowly emerged from Victor's shadow.

"Everything is ready. Miss Lola has done it perfectly. We are just waiting for you, Master."

Hearing the butler's answer, Victor nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good, then let's take advantage of this opportunity to test the strength of our old rival. Laura, you have to participate too."

"Why should I participate? I don't want to fight those ghosts."

The blonde loli, who had been waiting for an opportunity to slip away, jumped out of the shadow reluctantly, her little face puffed up.

"I just upgraded to stage six. I want to go play with Blacklett Daddy. I haven't tasted the flavor of Daddy for a long time."

"At this moment, I'm worried that Leah might get pregnant. If that happens, I'll be way behind!"

"You know, I haven't even progressed to that stage with Blacklet yet. Silly nephew, you are delaying your aunt's life event! Do you know that?!"

Laura blurted out what she had been holding back for a long time. She was very dissatisfied with Victor for always treating her as a tool.

Because of Victor, she missed the opportunity to stick close to Blacklet and sprint to the finish line together.

Now they want her to be cannon fodder?! No wonder Laura is so dissatisfied.

“Lola, I’m not talking to you as Victor.”

Victor turned around and said just this one sentence to the complaining Laura, which made Laura shut up immediately.

Although she was still somewhat reluctant, Laura did not dare to say another word to Victor in front of her.

"Any relationship must be equal. If your status and strength are not equal, you can't get along for a long time."

"A strong man will like an equally strong woman. I don't mind sharing the title of 'queen' with others, but the Williams family will never be someone else's bootlicker."

"So we have to work hard, otherwise we won't be able to participate in the more interesting things that will happen to Blacklet in the future."

As Victor spoke, the figures of the sixth Red Gloves and the fourteenth Angos appeared in the sight of several people.

Chapter 132 Want to take down Blacklet? You must get past the "Queen" first

"Hello, I'm Victor from the Williams family. Please take care of me."

The opponents who had fought for hundreds of years met again at this moment.

Victor saluted to the two leaders of the Hermit Order in front of him with an elegant smile, showing no hatred or anger towards the Hermit Order at all.

"Victor?"

Angos muttered something, and he remembered that the name Blacklett first reported himself was: Victor.

Why did Heilite tell the man's name? Was it to make him take the blame? Or did it mean that he had a close relationship with Heilite?

"What? Are you afraid of Angus?"

Red Glove patted the Angus puppet's head playfully, as if he was patting a dog.

"No, I just remember that the man who killed the Duchess once mentioned this name. I think he has a good relationship with Mr. Victor."

Angus had almost gotten used to Red Gloves' disrespectful behavior.

"Oh, that's great, let's kill them together."

Red Gloves' handsome face forced an unnatural smile. "Speaking of which, isn't the Williams family the one that overestimated its own strength and tried to snatch the Holy Grail Projection from us? I heard that there was a Stage 8 in their family? Unfortunately, that Stage 8 died a long time ago. We killed him right into his lair. Oh, at that time, Angoshi, you hadn't joined our Hermit Order yet."

Angesi glanced at the red gloves speechlessly. Why did he have to bring him along at this time?

Red Gloves didn't care about Angus' feelings at all. He raised his chin high and continued to talk about his past with the Williams family.

"I haven't seen you in the past few hundred years. I thought you were all dead. I didn't expect there are still a few alive."

"I once killed a lot of guys from the Williams family. It was really satisfying at the time. I even made them drink the blood of their own family members. They were hybrids of vampires but they didn't like drinking blood. It's not good to be picky about food, so I crushed their heads."

“Ahahahahaha, now a few remnants of the Williams family are still here trying to stop me? What? Do you still want to avenge the dead family members?”

While speaking, Red Gloves looked at Victor mockingly.

He wanted to see Victor rushing towards him in anger, wanting to kill him, but unfortunately the other party still maintained a polite smile and was completely unmoved.

If it weren't for the hateful expressions of Laura and the housekeeper beside Victor, Red Gloves would have thought that the man in front of him was a liar pretending to be from the Williams family. Red Gloves, who didn't like Victor's reaction, crushed the ears of the Angos doll in his hand, and Angos chose to remain silent.

"That was really a long time ago. I don't remember it very well."

Victor's nonchalant answer also calmed the housekeeper and Laura down a bit.

"That's really boring. Are we going to keep chatting here?"

A bulge appeared on the temple of Red Gloves' face, as if revealing Red Gloves' emotions at the moment.

Victor was about to reply when he saw Red Gloves smile.

Black flames emitting a foul smell appeared without warning on the bodies of Victor, Laura, and the housekeeper, and instantly engulfed the three of them.

"See, it really feels best this way. It's right for you to talk to me while you're burning. I like to see you struggling to survive."

"Do you really think that I care about your identities and your thoughts? I am waiting for the fire in you."

"So, what are you waiting for?"

The black, smelly flames reflected on the strange and bizarre face of the red gloves. Laura and the butler in the flames were trying to use magic to put out the flames on their bodies, but they were unable to release any magic spells.

Seeing that Victor and the other two were about to be killed instantly by the strange magic of the Red Gloves, Victor, who had no magic power, took out a Philosopher's Stone engraved with a magic spell and crushed it.

The moment the Philosopher's Stone was crushed, a bright red light burst out, dispelling the black flames on Victor and the other two.

"I was waiting for you to make a move. Even though your magic is weird and strange, as long as we figure out what your magic is and what your body is, it will be easy to kill you."

The burns on Victor's body gradually healed, and now he stared at the red gloves in front of him without flinching.

His words were undoubtedly provocative.

"Really? Just you two? It's not enough. What can one of you, a stage six and one stage four, do?"

Red Gloves looked at Victor in front of him with contempt. A bulge appeared on his face again, and then the surrounding houses instantly caught fire with black flames.

The strange flames burned everything around, surrounding Victor, Laura, and the housekeeper.

The extremely terrifying high temperature distorted the vision, and silent fear filled the air along with the dark red sparks.

"guard!"

The butler stood in front of Victor and Laura and released a magic shield.

However, the butler's magic shield seemed to have no effect at all. Victor and Laura had burnt and corroded wounds on their bodies, which gradually began to spread throughout the body.

"Why? Why did this happen? This guy didn't cast any magic spells, and we were still in the protective magic, so why did he get hurt? Damn it! My face! My milky white skin! You beast over there, don't you know that you can't touch a beautiful girl's face? You don't have a mother? Or a father? Didn't your parents tell you not to touch a lady?! You bastard, if you didn't say anything I would have thought you were a beast!"

Laura cursed Red Gloves with honey in her mouth, causing the smile on Red Gloves' face to gradually disappear.

This was considered a normal performance by Laura. The housekeeper was still trying hard to release protective magic, trying to block the strange black flames.

But it was all in vain. Observing the scars on his body, Victor reached his hand into the black flames despite the butler's obstruction. He seemed to understand something.

"No need to cast magic. We can't put out this fire. This isn't even magic."

Victor withdrew his horribly corroded hand from the black flames, took out a Philosopher's Stone engraved with a Command Seal and crushed it.

The next moment, the red magic light once again sprinkled down from above Victor, Laura and the housekeeper's heads.