Chapter 226: The Fall of the Saint (2)

In an instant, there was dead silence all around.

The four paladins and three nuns were all silent.

In front of outsiders, Ashburn has always been a gentle and elegant gentleman. Who would have thought that he would do such a crazy thing in front of everyone?

The seven clergymen dared not say a word. They also did not understand why His Highness the Son of God did not thank His Highness the Saint for saving his life after he came back to life, but instead slapped the Saint directly? For a moment, the clergymen looked at Isabel with more pity.

Isabel's tears made Ashbern extremely furious.

Cry? You still have the nerve to cry?

Still pretending to be pitiful? Shameless thing.

Perhaps it was because Isabel had been tasted by that man in advance, and being cuckolded brought too great a shock to Ashbern. Or it could be that his realm had fallen, making it unbearable for Ashbern. Or it could be that the long period of painful torture before had already distorted Ashbern's character.

Of course, the more likely possibility is that Ashburne is just like that.

That face full of pits and dents had been completely twisted into a ball. At first glance, it looked as ugly and terrifying as a ghost. It gasped with its mouth open, and its eyes had turned scarlet, as if two flames were burning.

"Bitch, you still have the nerve to cry in front of this Saint Son?"

"Tell me, have you been raped by that man..."

Vulgar words spewed out of Ashburn's mouth. At this time, Ashburn no longer looked like a saint, but just a street thug.

When these words were spoken, everyone in the room was shocked.

All of the seven clergymen stared at Isabel with shock in their eyes. If this was true, it would be the greatest shame of the Church of the Heart of Nature in thousands of years. Her Highness was forced to offer her body to another man and lose her virginity. How shameful it was! The Church of the Heart of Nature would lose all its face.

However, there was not much blame for Isabel in the eyes of these clergymen, but more of pity. After all, no matter what the Saint had sacrificed, her purpose was only to save Ashburn and save all their lives at the same time.

In the final analysis, the real responsibility for this matter always lies with Ashburn. If it weren't for this idiot's reckless behavior, how could it have fallen to this point? But now, Ashburn has no intention of reflecting on himself at all, and instead puts all the responsibility on Isabel... This man is really despicable, and he has no courage to take responsibility at all.

If the future Church of the Heart of Nature were really placed in the hands of this man, it would probably be on the verge of destruction.

Isabel suddenly raised her head, her eyes first showing shock, and then a strong sense of humiliation. This feeling of humiliation was even stronger than when she knelt in front of Ron before.

She did indeed kowtow in front of Ron and even signed a contract to sell herself, and finally got the antidote.

But from beginning to end, she was innocent.

She didn't understand why Ashburn used this excuse to humiliate her? Her hands were subconsciously clenched, and Isabel's expression gradually became stubborn. In the past, Isabel had always behaved timidly in front of Ashburn, as if she was not a saint on an equal footing with Ashburn, but just a servant. But now, Isabel looked Ashburn in the eyes for the first time: "I... didn't."

These three words seemed to have exhausted all of Isabel's strength. As soon as the words fell, Isabel suddenly began to gasp for breath.

His body was even shaking slightly, as if he might fall down at any time.

Her mind was in a mess, filled with sadness, pain, and even more so, anger and grievance from being slandered. These feelings continued to torment Isabel's consciousness, making her spirit extremely tormented.

But Ashburn didn't think so much. He was just furious that Isabel, who was usually docile and well-behaved, dared to contradict him. A surge of anger rushed to his head. He couldn't help but take another step forward, raised his hand, and slapped Isabel's pretty face again.

But this time, something unexpected happened.

Before the slap could touch Isabel's pretty face, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed Ashburn's wrist.

Ashborn looked at the paladin who suddenly appeared beside him with a venomous look, like a venomous snake: "Adela, you dare to stop me?"

He almost laughed out of anger.

Adela was just a captain of the Knights Templar of the Church of the Heart of Nature. He was a thing that he would not even look at for a second longer. How dare he attack him now? Did they think that since the strength of the Son of God had declined, they would have the opportunity to do something rash? Did they forget what the Church of the Heart of Nature was called? Adela looked directly at Ashburn and said in a neither arrogant nor humble manner: "Mr. Ashburn is the Son of God, and Miss Isabel is the Saint. You two have the same status. Isn't it against the rules for you to beat up Her Highness the Saint?"

"What's more, during this period of time, Her Highness the Saint has been guarding your side day and night, serving you diligently. Don't forget that it was Her Highness the Saint who went through so much trouble to find the antidote for you. If you attack Her Highness the Saint now, wouldn't that just be a waste of time?"

Ashburn's face became more and more sinister. He didn't care that it was Isabel who found the antidote for him, and he didn't care that Isabel took care of him every day. Isn't that what a woman should do? He only knew that this bitch had been played by that man, and he, Ashburn, was cuckolded.

Damn it, normally, he was the only one who put hats on others, how could such a thing happen to him? Now, even Adela, a small captain of the Paladins, dared to point fingers at him. At that moment, Ashborn was ready to lose his temper, but soon, Ashborn keenly noticed that the atmosphere around him was a little wrong. He looked back with a gloomy face, only to see that whether it was the remaining three Paladins or the three nuns, their eyes looking at him were full of contempt.

That was not the look of looking at the Son of God at all, it was more like looking at a scumbag.

Ashburn's heart skipped a beat. He quickly suppressed his rage and even forced a smile. He turned to look at Isabel again and said, "Isabelle, I'm sorry. I just lost control... But I'm also worried about you. When I think about how you might have been wronged because of me, I feel so bad..."

As he spoke, Ashburn stretched out his finger towards Isabel, as if he wanted to wipe away the tears from the corners of Isabel's eyes: "How is it? Does it still hurt..."

But this action seemed to give Isabel a severe fright.

The petite body suddenly jumped out like a little rabbit. The master had said that he would never allow Ashbern to touch his body again. She didn't know if the slap just now counted.

Ashburn's fingers froze in mid-air. It was neither right to continue to stretch them forward nor to retract them.

For a moment, the expression on Ashbern's face was extremely awkward. After a long time, Ashbern snorted and walked away in anger.

It was not until Ashburn left that the atmosphere here suddenly eased.

"Your Highness, you have been wronged." A nun whispered to Isabel, "Ashburne is too much. No matter what, you saved his life. It would be fine if he didn't know how to be grateful, but he actually hit you... Could it be that his usual gentlemanly behavior is just an act?"

"This has exposed his true face, which is really scary. I don't know how many people have been deceived by that face. But from now on, he can forget about using that face to fool women anymore." A paladin couldn't help but snorted and said.

It can be seen that these people have long been dissatisfied with Ashburn's arrogance and domineering behavior, and now they have finally found an outlet to vent.

"In the final analysis, this matter was caused by him. If he hadn't been so reckless as to provoke that man and the fox girl clan's master, we wouldn't have fallen into this situation. The treasure we got with great difficulty had to be handed over to others, and even Your Highness the Saint was humiliated. It was obviously all his fault, but now he is blaming others. He has a mother who is a Saint, and a father who is a Pope... To put it nicely, he is the Son of God. But if it weren't for the Saint and the Pope, how could the position of the Son of God fall on him? Their family has controlled the highest authority of the church for thousands of years, right?"

"Shh, be careful with what you say!" Seeing that Adela was getting more and more outrageous, Isabel's face changed slightly and she quickly spoke out to stop her.

Adela's expression also changed slightly. She then realized that she seemed to have said something she shouldn't have said because she was unhappy for a moment, and her expression turned ugly.

"Your Highness, are you really..." A nun quickly changed the subject, breaking the awkward atmosphere and asked cautiously.

Isabel knew what the nun was asking about. She gave a helpless smile and said, "What are you thinking? It's nothing. Don't forget, there is a charming vixen with that man. They are a close couple. How could they watch their man do such a foolish thing?"

"Huh..." The nun placed her small hand on her chest and patted it gently: "That's good, that's good. To be honest, that Ashborn is really not worthy of such a great sacrifice from Your Highness the Saint..."

"Okay, okay, Ashbern was just angry and lost control for a moment. Everyone, take a good rest. I'll go see him. This place is very dangerous. He has just recovered and his realm has dropped. Don't let him get into any danger." Isabel said softly, then turned and walked in the direction Ashbern left.

Seeing the Saint's back, several clergymen shook their heads slightly.

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

"Damn bitches, a bunch of bastards."

In a corner a few hundred meters away from several priests, the sound of cursing continued to echo between the walls. Ashborn had a ferocious look on his face. He clenched his fists and punched the wall next to him again and again, making a loud bang and sending debris flying all over the wall.

Even the knuckles were covered in blood.

But Ashburn seemed unaware of what was happening to him.

"Adela, damn it, you are just a captain of the Paladins, who can only kowtow in front of this Saint Son on weekdays. Now you dare to stop this Saint Son. When I return to the church, I will definitely send you to the Inquisition to let you know what the consequences of offending this Saint Son are."

"And you, you actually dare to look down on this Saint Son. Is it because I am too good to you on weekdays that you don't understand the difference between superiority and inferiority?"

"Kill, kill them all."

"If killing one doesn't work, then kill a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand. I don't believe that there is anyone in the Church of the Heart of Nature who dares to disobey this Holy Son."

At this moment, Ashburn was like a madman, roaring continuously, as if he wanted to release all the depression and anger accumulated in his chest.

"Isn't it her duty to take care of this Saint Son? She is just a lowly person with dirty blood. She sits on the position of a Saint. Do you really think you are a Saint?"

"If it weren't for the title of Saint, this bitch wouldn't even be worthy of being played with by this Saint Son."

"My parents are really confused. They said that we can just arrange some people to bully her and humiliate her, the more ruthless the better. When she can't bear it anymore and is on the verge of collapse, they will suddenly appear and save her from hell. Then we can immediately gain Isabel's loyalty..."

"Now you dare to point fingers at me and even cheat on me. What kind of loyalty is this?"

"A lowly thing, an ungrateful wolf that can never be tamed..."

Isabel, who was cursing non-stop, didn't notice at all that on the other side of the wall, a petite figure was leaning against the wall, her small body trembling constantly, and tears as big as beans kept rolling down her pale cheeks.

Those big emerald green eyes seemed to have lost their luster at that moment, becoming dark and empty.

She covered her mouth with one of her little hands desperately, trying not to let out a desperate wail or scream.

Just like the master said, it’s fake, all fake.

Hehehe…hahahahahahaha!

Obviously she was extremely sad, and tears were clearly still flowing from the corners of her eyes, but Isabel seemed to be smiling, a silent smile. That weird smile even made Isabel's cute little face completely distorted.

At this moment, the Saint of the Church of Nature's Heart fell completely into darkness.

The Son of God, Ashburne.

Great Saint.

pope!

Names and figures flashed through Isabel's mind. At this moment, there was only endless hatred in Isabel's heart.

Since the master has inserted himself into the Church of Nature's Heart like a nail, he must have some ulterior motive.

Isabel's eyes suddenly widened, and her body trembled more and more violently. In this case, she and her master might as well teach the Heart of Nature and turn the world upside down.

After a long time, Isabel stood up silently, glanced at Ashburn in the alley with an extremely cold gaze, and then turned around.

As soon as he turned around, the expression on his face returned to his signature gentle and a little timid.

Chapter 2 is here.

(End of this chapter)