Chapter 188 Ron's Wish (4)
As if some force was pushing him from behind, Antoine quickened his pace.
Think of some rumors that have been circulating in the market recently:
A fox suddenly walked past the people, holding a piece of yellow cloth in its mouth, and could even speak human words: The empire rises, the princess becomes the king!
A fishmonger, when cutting open the belly of a fish, unexpectedly took out a piece of brocade with the words "When a noble dies, all things prosper; when a princess reigns, the world is at peace!" written on it.
A stone man was dug out from the bottom of the Seine River...
The more Antoine thought about it, the paler he turned.
Dolores, it's possible that she really wants to be the queen of Granville.
No, that's not right.
Not just the Queen.
The rise of an empire? Could it be that she wanted to build Granville into a huge empire? She wanted to be... the queen! Antoine had never even thought of this idea before, and he couldn't help but shiver.
But if we think about what Dolores has done recently, after she gained the support of a large number of soldiers, she did not stay in the royal city, but led her army to the border to support the territories attacked by the black beasts and the young gods.
All those who survived were grateful to Dolores, and the princess also gained the support of many nobles in remote areas.
That’s not all. There were even armies from other places who took the initiative to join Dolores without her having recruited them, making the forces around Dolores increasingly powerful.
Damn, are these soldiers crazy? Don't they have any loyalty as soldiers? A bunch of shameless bastards.
The more Antoine thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he sped up again.
If he could reach an alliance with the church, he would still have a chance to turn the situation around.
As long as the Dawn Goddess Church was willing to fully support him, it would be no problem to allow the Dawn Goddess Church to preach freely within the kingdom in the future. He was even willing to co-govern the country with the Dawn Goddess Church as long as he could keep his throne.
To achieve this level of alliance, marriage has always been a good way.
In fact, in Antoine's heart, Saint Christiane should be considered the most suitable marriage partner.
First of all, the status of the Great Saint is respected enough to represent at least half of the church.
Secondly, the Great Saint is powerful enough to be used to restrain Arianna.
However, the Saint is the wife of the Vice Pope.
And he just didn't like married women, nor did he like women older than himself... This was Antoine's psychological shadow, which came from his affair with a marquise when he was sixteen years old. He saw the horror of mature women! Excluding the Great Saint Christian, the White Saint Irelia seemed to be the best choice.
This White Saint is a person who has suddenly risen in the Church of the Goddess of Dawn in recent times. It is said that she was originally just a country girl living in a remote rural area like Larnaca City.
Larnaca was also the first city to be attacked by the black beast and the young god.
Just a month ago, a beast plague broke out in the city next to Larnaca. Sister Irelia, a companion, and another female knight led a group of people to provide support.
In that war, Sister Irelia killed more than 300 black beasts with her own hands.
Because of her long silver hair, she is called the White Saint by the believers.
And the companion beside Irelia was also given the nickname of Bloody Nun because of her long bright red hair. It is said that this Bloody Nun was even more brutal and every black beast was chopped into meat sauce.
Really, it's too unbecoming of an upper-class person.
This kind of dirty work should be left to your subordinates.
It is said that the three women even teamed up to kill a child god and solve the disaster in the neighboring city.
The Great Saint Christian seemed to be aware that she wanted to establish a new image in the Church of the Goddess of Dawn and was preparing to let Irelia take on the position of Saint that had been vacant for a long time.
Once Irelia becomes a true saint, the title of White Saint will be well-deserved.
In fact, Antoine didn't think much of these women from the countryside. They were vulgar and didn't know etiquette. Antoine even felt it was undignified to let such a woman become his princess.
But, for the throne, I endured it.
Click, click, click...
With the sound of hurried footsteps, Antoine had entered the church. At this moment, a figure happened to walk out of the church.
The long silver-white hair, shining with a hazy and dreamy beauty under the sunlight.
The pure white nun's robe highlights her well-proportioned figure.
The scarlet eyes, like pure gems, reveal an enchanting beauty.
And that extraordinary, dreamy face.
Silver hair and red eyes?
Is this the White Saint? Antoine's heart was moved instantly.
Such a beautiful woman, she is no less beautiful than her younger sister Dolores.
I never thought that there would be such a beautiful woman in that remote countryside.
In his heart, he originally thought that a country girl, even if she was a saint, was not worthy of his noble bloodline. But now, Antoine felt that it was not unacceptable for him to marry such a woman as a prince's consort.
After all, etiquette and temperament can be cultivated slowly, but that face is innate...it cannot be cultivated later.
He put on what he thought was the most gentlemanly smile on his face, puffed out his chest, and then walked quickly towards Irelia.
With one arm across his chest, he performed a standard gentleman's courtesy, and at the same time extended his right hand, as if he wanted to grab Irelia's white and tender hand and kiss it:
"Oh, beautiful lady, your..."
Swish!
Before Antoine's fingers touched Irelia's fingertips, a streak of scarlet suddenly passed in front of him.
Antoine's body froze in an instant, and he felt goose bumps all over his body, and an unbearable chill swept over his whole body.
A piece of nail had fallen to the ground from the tip of the middle finger of his outstretched right hand.
The dozens of guards nearby didn't even have time to react.
Just a little bit, just a little bit, and his hand would be gone.
"Don't touch her..."
Along with the indifferent voice, a tall figure emerged beside him. His long scarlet hair seemed to emit a bloody smell, and in his hand was a scarlet long knife that seemed to be covered in blood.
"No one can touch her except the sir."
The panic gradually subsided.
Instead there was anger and humiliation.
He was the eldest prince of Granville, and this was the first time someone dared to be so rude to him.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
And, sir? What bullshit sir? Could it be that the mysterious sir has already touched the White Saint? The sir can touch her, but I can't? Thinking of this, Antoine suddenly became more irritated.
However, he had great patience. He straightened up and waved his hand to stop the guards who wanted to come forward. He smiled gently and gentlemanly, "Ladies, I am sorry for being rude."
He stared at Irelia quietly: "You are the White Saint, Miss Irelia, right?"
"I am Antoine Holt, the Grand Prince of Granville."
"Although it may be a bit presumptuous, I still want to say that I fell deeply in love with you the first time I saw you. Marry me..."
He believed that no matter who that Mr. Bullshit was, the other party had already lost when he revealed his identity as the eldest prince.
Irelia, with a cold expression, finally raised her eyebrows: "Are you the eldest prince, Antoine?"
"Yes, it's me." Antoine puffed out his chest, looking proud.
As expected, everyone would be shocked by this identity, and the White Saint was no exception.
"Is that so? Then could you please get out of the way? You're blocking my way..."
Swish! The smug look on Antoine's face instantly turned stiff, and his lips kept twitching. He didn't expect that after revealing his identity, he would get such a response.
Staring at the backs of the two nuns as they left, Antoine's face was gloomy: "You are so ungrateful."
"Keep an eye on them, and find out who the gentleman they are talking about is."
"Humph, stupid...Your marriage is not yours to decide."
With a cold snort, Antoine continued walking towards the church.
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Ron rubbed his nose and felt itchy, as if someone had been saying bad things about him behind his back.
This maze is very long.
Moreover, it was extremely chaotic.
Even though Ron knew the route of the maze very well, he almost got lost several times.
When he saw a door, Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief:
"Okay, we're finally here."
"Behind the door is the source of the plague, the monster we have to deal with this time."
"The moment we open the door, we will be attacked immediately. Although I am a professional priest, there is no doubt about that, I may be in a hurry and unable to take care of everyone. So prepare your own physical recovery potion, and prepare the healing magic scrolls if you have any."
The people who were originally a little relaxed suddenly tensed up and there was no slackness at all. Lydia waved her hand and a skull dragon, thirteen evil spirits, and thirteen necromancers appeared beside her.
Ron also summoned a bone dragon.
Then he began to chant a strange and eerie spell.
The gatekeeper of hell - the three-headed dog!
Accompanied by a strange and gloomy roar, the three-headed hellhound with black flames burning all over its body was summoned out by Ron in advance.
Ron's face suddenly turned pale, and the sudden emptiness made his brain feel a slight pain.
Although Ron's mental attributes were not low due to various tasks, the consumption of sub-forbidden spell-level magic still drained Ron in an instant.
He drank a bottle of magic recovery potion, and the stabbing pain in his head gradually improved.
Used the war song again.
Now, all he did was to improve his strength. Only by becoming stronger, very stronger, would he not be threatened by fate, and he could appear in front of Irelia, Cecilia and Seraphina and tell them, "I am still alive."
Only then can he live quietly in this world.
From beginning to end, Ron only had this little wish.
Then, he slowly pushed the door open.
Chapter 4 is here.
(End of this chapter)