Chapter 225: Tears of the Saint (1)

Who is Ashburne?

He was the most famous playboy in the Kingdom of Spang, a man who could walk through a sea of ​​beauties without getting hurt. He had slept with countless women and had seen their appearances afterward countless times.

Just by taking a quick look at Isabel, Ashburn could sense that something was wrong.

First, Isabel tried to stand up straight, but her knees were still shaking slightly.

That was obviously a symptom that would only appear after suffering a strong attack.

Secondly, Isabel was soaked all over. Although her hair had been trimmed, it was still a little messy. God knows what kind of teasing Isabel had endured before, and her sweat could actually soak all her clothes. They didn't even take off their clothes. It was really shameless.

Could it be that the bastard just likes the style of uniforms?

The most important evidence is Isabel's belt.

The belt was obviously untied before and then tied up casually in a panic. This was a mistake that would never happen for Isabel, who usually paid attention to her appearance.

In fact, nun uniforms are one-piece.

The belt is more of a decoration, used to bind the waist and make the figure look more beautiful. But if you don't untie the belt, it is absolutely impossible to enjoy the beauty of the upper body.

A terrible picture appeared in Ashburn's mind. Isabel was forced by the mysterious tall man, supporting herself against the wall with her hands, wailing.

The man was showing off his power behind her, and his hands were never idle, doing violent things inside the nun's uniform.

The more Ashburn thought about it, the angrier he became.

Isabel was his fiancée. Although she was petite, she was also cute and lovely. After all, she was chosen to be a serving nun, so her appearance was naturally the best choice. In addition, she had a hot body and a young but beautiful face, which made people even more impulsive.

Ashbern didn't know how many times he wanted to eat his fiancée completely, but because of the rules of the Church of the Heart of Nature, Ashbern could only endure it. He had never crossed the line in all these years, and was just waiting for the wedding night so that he could have sex with her.

But who would have thought that the cabbage he had worked so hard to grow would be taken away by that damn bastard before he could even taste it. How could Ashburn not be angry? At this moment, Ashburn's heart was filled with anger, and he completely forgot that the antidote was found by Isabel. Looking at his fiancée opposite him, Ashburn slowly spoke again, his voice hoarse, like metal rubbing against each other: "Isabel, I'm asking you, answer honestly, how did you get the antidote?"

Isabel was slightly stunned, then she lowered her eyes and said, "One hundred thousand gold coins."

"Is that all?" Ashburn's face became increasingly gloomy.

"Also, we gave him the two epic equipment and one legendary weapon we obtained from the Temple of Dusk."

Tsk.

There was a rustling sound coming from all around.

The faces of the paladins and three nuns beside them were a little strange. In order to save Ashborn, Isabelle really spent a lot of money. Epic equipment is fine, but legendary weapons are really priceless treasures. Even in the Church of the Heart of Nature, there are not many of them.

But on second thought, he understood that if he hadn't paid such a high price, how could he have gotten the antidote?

Although these clergymen were reluctant, they also understood that this was the best solution at the moment. If the Holy Son Ashborn really died in the Twilight Temple, those who followed the Holy Son would certainly be punished. As a saint, Isabel could only reprimand him at most, but for them, the paladins and nuns, it was hard to say. They might even be sent to the Inquisition, and it would not be easy to die.

The antidote that Her Highness the Saint found not only saved her fiancé, but also saved their lives.

In comparison, those seemingly precious weapons are not that important. After all, no matter how precious the weapons are, or how much money you have, you have to be alive to spend it.

For a moment, the seven priests looked at Isabel with gratitude, but looked at Ashburn with obvious dissatisfaction.

If it weren't for Ashburn, who wanted to cause trouble for no reason, he wouldn't have offended those two powerful enemies and lost the treasure they had worked so hard to obtain in the Temple of Dusk.

They had seen Ashburne in such a miserable and even filthy state before, and now that Ashburne was greatly weakened, these clergymen no longer respected him as they once did. Seeing that Ashburne had just recovered, not only was he not grateful to Isabel for finding the antidote for her, but his words were full of accusations, and they all felt unfair for Isabel.

At this moment, Ashburn, whose chest was filled with rage, was completely unaware of the change in the atmosphere around him. His sinister eyes stared at Isabel and asked, "What else?"

Isabel's pupils shrank slightly. After all, she couldn't tell anyone that she had signed the contract. If she did, she would be sent to the Inquisition when she returned to the Church of Nature's Heart.

Although she is simple, she is definitely not stupid.

What's more, this matter was also something the master had repeatedly instructed her to do, and Isabel didn't dare to disobey.

Facing Ashburn's questioning, Isabel could only lower her eyes: "No more."

No?

"Snap! " A crisp sound spread all around.

The seven priests around were all staring at this scene in amazement.

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

Who could have thought that after hearing these words, Ashburn would suddenly become furious and slap Isabel in the face without any hesitation.

Isabel staggered and almost fell to the ground.

The slap was so strong that half of Isabel's face quickly became red and swollen, and several finger marks were extremely clear.

Isabel was totally unexpected for this slap. She was stunned for a moment, and then a strong feeling of grievance surged in her heart.

She didn't understand why her fiancé treated her like this. This matter was caused by Ashburn who provoked the two people from the beginning to the end. If it weren't for him, none of this would have happened. In order to save Ashburn, she knelt down in front of the man as a saint, signed a contract that was worse than death, and was even forced to untie her belt and almost offered her pure body.

She suffered all kinds of humiliation, but finally got the antidote and saved her fiancé's life.

But what did she get? Her fiancé had just recovered, but instead of being grateful for her hard work for him, he slapped her in the face?

The strong pain deep in her heart made Isabel's eyes red. Drops of crystal clear tears involuntarily brewed in her eyes, about to fall, making her look extremely pitiful.

She suddenly remembered the words her master had given her when she left:

"You are willing to risk your life just to get the antidote from me. Your feelings for Ashburn are really touching. I admire your courage."

"But Ashburn is not a good match."

"It won't be long before you understand what kind of bastard that is."

Isabel originally thought that the bastard her master was talking about was referring to Ashbern's philandering character. She didn't care. No matter how many women Ashbern had outside, as long as he had a place for her in his heart, Isabel would be satisfied.

But now, this slap made Isabel doubt her persistence for the first time.

Chapter 1 is here.

(End of this chapter)