Chapter 222 Saint, you don’t want your fiancé to die, do you? (3)

At this moment, Isabel's mind was a complete mess.

She knew very well how difficult the path of cultivation was.

She is a saint who has an almost unlimited supply of magic potions from the Church of Nature's Heart, as well as flower petals given by the Goddess of Nature. When the petals entered Isabel's body, her physique underwent a drastic change. Her comprehension became stronger, and her perception of magic became more acute.

But even so, Isabel's improvement in strength still depends on hard training day and night. Back then, it took her three years to reach the peak of the hero level from the initial entry level.

In the past three years, he has been hailed as a rare genius in the Church of Nature's Heart in a thousand years.

But how long did it take this man? Three days?

In the past, Isabel would even feel proud of the glory and praise above her head. But now, all the pride of this Saint Lady has been ruthlessly crushed into pieces.

Her little hands couldn't help but clench. Even though Isabel had always worshipped and respected Ashburn as a ray of light in her life, she still couldn't help but have a thought in her mind: what was wrong with Bai Ashburn to offend such a monster?

At the same time, the hope in my heart is constantly fading.

To near despair.

If Isabel originally had some confidence that she could impress this man, now this little confidence has completely disappeared. She really doesn't know what she can come up with to arouse this man's interest.

Compared to Isabel's shock, Ron's expression was exceptionally calm. He was not angry at all because of Isabel's identity as a clergyman of the Church of the Heart of Nature. He even smiled at Isabel in a friendly manner: "Your Highness Saint Isabel, what is the matter with you coming to see me?"

Gulp.

The formal negotiations had just begun, and Isabel's morale had already fallen to the lowest point because of what she had just seen.

Not only did she hear Ron's voice, her body couldn't help but tremble slightly. Taking a deep breath, Isabel bit her lips lightly with her white teeth under the veil, as if she had made a very important decision.

Her plump legs were slightly bent, and her petite body knelt in front of Ron in a very formal manner. She didn't even have the energy to care about why Ron knew her true identity. She placed her hands on the ground, her fingertips facing each other, and her forehead pressed tightly against the back of her hands.

That is a courtesy that is only performed when offering sacrifices to the goddess of nature on ordinary days.

"gentlemen……"

"I am Isabel, the Saint of the Church of the Heart of Nature. On behalf of the eight members of the Church of the Heart of Nature and the Saint Son Ashburn, I would like to express my sincerest apologies for the offense we have committed. I hope you can forgive our rudeness and recklessness."

Looking at the girl kneeling in front of him, Ron raised his eyebrows.

He began to admire this woman a little.

She is a saint, what a noble status!

As long as Isabel is given some time to grow, she will be the future Christian of the Church of the Heart of Nature. In name, she is the Pope's subordinate, but in fact, she has the qualifications and status equal to the Pope.

Now, she actually gave him such a gift for her fiancé. If that fiancé wasn't Ashburn, Ron couldn't help but be moved.

Speaking of which, Ashburn is a jerk. It's really a loss for Isabel to follow Ashburn. What's the difference between this and jumping into a fire pit? Ron had strange thoughts in his mind, but he smiled and said nothing.

Isabel felt even heavier in her heart when she didn't hear Ron's voice. The brief silence only made Isabel feel particularly depressed. "Sir, my fiancé, Ashburn, is now festering all over and in great pain. He has already paid the price for his previous offense. Please be merciful and let him go this time."

"I guarantee in the name of the Saint that from now on, the Church of the Heart of Nature will never make any offensive moves again, and you will become the most distinguished guest of the Church of the Heart of Nature forever."

call……

Ron sighed in annoyance.

Should we say this woman is simple or something else?

When you need help from others, what's the point of saying these empty words? You have to show real results.

As if she heard Ron's sigh, Isabel quickly spoke again: "To show our sincerity, I am willing to offer 100,000 gold coins and pray for your forgiveness."

Ron grinned.

One hundred thousand gold coins?

This is quite a big number.

But for Ron, who had previously auctioned off a weapon and received more than 200,000 gold coins, and also plundered Holt's private treasury, this amount of money was really not worth mentioning, just a drop in the bucket.

Still getting no response, Isabel felt even more bitter.

One hundred thousand gold coins is by no means a small number for a saint like her. After all, she has no background. Although some nobles would pay her tributes on weekdays in the hope of having a good relationship with the saint, she is still not on the same level as those candidates for saints.

She only discovered the 100,000 gold coins after she took off Ashburn's storage ring. She alone only had 3,000 gold coins.

"Also... we, the Church of the Heart of Nature, are willing to give all the treasures we have obtained in the Temple of Dusk to you, sir."

Isabel added.

"We have obtained two epic equipment and one legendary weapon in the Temple of Dusk."

Legendary equipment? Ron's body moved slightly, and he finally became a little interested.

As expected, there is strength in numbers. The clergy of the Church of Nature's Heart encountered me shortly after entering. It seems that they have not been exploring the Temple of Dusk for a long time, but they still obtained two epic weapons and a legendary equipment.

Isabel sensed Ron's movement and she was delighted.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

But there was only a little noise, and the man opposite soon became quiet again. Isabel bit her lower lip with her teeth, she really didn't know what else could arouse the man's interest.

Unconsciously, Isabel thought of the smell she smelled when she first came here, the pieces of clothes scattered on the ground, and the fox girl who was still lying on the man.

Perhaps, her petite body could also arouse some interest in this man? But she was a saint, her purity, her body, all belonged to Ashborn, how could she...

But when Isabel thought of Ashburn's miserable and painful appearance, the struggle in her heart disappeared.

Forget it, forget it.

At worst, I won’t be a saint anymore.

Even if her fiancé would despise her and expel her, it would be fine as long as she could save Ashburn.

"Sir, if you don't mind, I am willing to offer my crude body."

Ron was slightly stunned. What the hell, he came here to offer himself? Is he such a person? He is obviously a gentleman, okay?

My back hurt a little. Bai Yuan twisted a small piece of flesh with two fingers and was gradually turning it in circles.

Ron's lips trembled slightly, and he raised his finger, and a scroll flew in front of Isabel.

Isabel glanced at Ron in confusion.

"If you want to save Ashburn, then sign this contract." Ron said slowly.

Isabel's fingers trembled slightly. She could certainly imagine that the content of this contract must be very bad. However, after she saw the content of the contract, she finally realized that she had underestimated the shamelessness of this man.

This is not a contract document at all, it's simply a contract of sale...

No, it's worse than being sold as a bond.

The content of the contract is a completely one-sided shackle. Once the contract is signed, she must completely obey every order of the other party. If the other party tells her to go east, she must not go west. If the other party tells her to commit suicide, she must not take another breath.

Even if the other party asked her to kill Ashburn, she could not disobey.

"Sir...this..." Isabel frowned.

Ron suddenly laughed again: "Isabelle, Your Highness, you don't want your fiancé to die in pain, do you?"

Oh, this damn Tokyo accent!

Chapter 3 is here.

(End of this chapter)