Chapter 456 Ashburn wants to save (ten thousand)

in the bathroom.

The madness continues.

While Mirabelle was still searching for the whereabouts of the missing saint and whose hair the long hair floating on the hot spring water belonged to, Isabel suddenly emerged from under the water.

In the misty fog, the Elf Queen could still clearly see Isabel's pink and rosy face.

Mirabelle was ignorant and had no idea what was going on here. Why was Isabel lurking underwater? Was she diving?

Is this the first time I see someone diving in a bathhouse or hot spring?

Mirabelle was a little dazed.

But soon, she felt something was wrong. Isabel seemed angry, with her cheeks puffed up.

The expression on Ron's face also seemed particularly strange, that expression was really hard to describe... It should be said that with great strength, many things are really much more convenient, even holding your breath and diving for a long time is not a problem at all.

Gradually, the Elf Queen seemed to understand something.

The pretty face began to turn redder and redder. After a few seconds, Mimi Labelle could no longer bear it. She suddenly screamed, turned around and ran, just wanting to stay away from the bathroom.

But it was too late.

An arm had already stretched out, hooked Mirabelle's slender legs, and forcibly dragged Mirabelle into the hot spring.

Crash.

A splash of water was created.

Gulp.

Isabel's throat moved slightly, and her cheeks returned to normal.

Seeing Mirabelle soaking in the water, already soaked all over, her eyes became more charming.

A pair of lotus-root-like arms, like two soft water snakes, wrapped around Mirabelle's body from behind.

…

What is Isabel doing now? Inside the bar.

Ashburn was still staring blankly at the window of the hotel.

He subconsciously clenched his hands, his nails digging into his palms, and drops of blood rolled down the edges of his palms, but Ashburn was completely unaware.

His breathing also became rapid involuntarily.

Ron was a shameless, lustful bastard. He would never let go of a beautiful girl like Isabel. Although Isabel was a little petite and her face was a little childish, her figure was petite and plump, and her pretty face was childish and charming.

Ashburn and Isabel have been together for many years, and he knows better than anyone what kind of temptation Isabel has for men.

The identity of a saint will drive men crazy.

No man can resist the temptation to defile holiness.

Various postures emerged in Ashburne's mind involuntarily. He thought of Isabel, his fiancée, being tortured and humiliated by Ron, that despicable man, using various means.

When Ashbourne thought of Isabel, who was enjoying herself under Ron but was desperate and in pain deep down, his heart ached as if it was being cut by a knife.

Yes, Isabel must be desperate and miserable.

Ashburn believed that even though Isabel's body was taken over by Ron, her heart must still be fighting.

The more he thought about it, the more upset he felt.

At this moment, Ashburn really wanted to rush into the hotel and rescue Isabel at all costs.

But, he couldn't do it.

Compared to Ron, his strength was too weak and not worth mentioning at all. Not to mention rescuing Isabel, he might even lose his own life there.

The beloved woman is suffering humiliation, and I can only sit here waiting, watching and thinking. How humiliating is that?

With every minute and every second, Ashburn's heart was becoming more tormented.

Ashburn had never longed for power as much as he did now, the power to kill Ron and save the woman he loved.

This process lasted for a long time, until the early morning, when the sky was already light. Ashburn finally saw a figure appear at the door of the hotel. Who else could it be but Isabel? At this moment, Isabel had obviously been tidied up, but her eyebrows still revealed laziness and charm, and her combed hair was still slightly messy.

Her Highness the Saint tried hard to control her body, but Ashbern could still clearly see that Isabel's legs seemed to be trembling uncontrollably. Just by looking at this scene, one could imagine what kind of torture Isabel had endured last night.

Perhaps, Isabel didn't have much time to rest the whole night.

The originally childish face is now full of fatigue, and there is a hint of sleepiness in the eyes.

With a snap, the wine glass in the palm of his hand turned into fine powder.

Ashburn didn't even care about the glass shards that pierced his palm. He seemed to feel no pain at all. His eyes were just staring at Isabel. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore. He sat up from the chair and rushed outside.

Seeing what Ashburn was doing, the shop owner, who had been so sleepy that he was about to fall asleep, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this evil star finally left.

Damn it, last night, this guy drank nearly a hundred bottles of liquor by himself. Liquor is very expensive, but he didn't even have a penny left.

Bah, you shameless dog, you deserve the green on your head.

The shop owner muttered and cursed in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.

Looking at the gray sky outside the window, the shop owner suddenly sighed. If the weather really changed, would such a thing never happen again? Ashburn didn't know what the shop owner was thinking, nor did he want to know. Now there was only Isabel left in his heart. He just wanted to catch up and tell Isabel that no matter what the price, he would find a way to save her from Ron's clutches.

It will definitely end her suffering.

He would tell Isabel that he no longer cared what had happened to her, that she had lost her innocence.

As long as she is willing to change her mind, he will accept her again and make her his wife.

However, when he had rushed out for a distance and was about to catch up with Isabel, Ashbern suddenly stopped with a face full of bitterness.

Ashburn knew better than anyone how he had treated Isabel before, and how vicious the words and things he had said to her were.

Isabel had already been heartbroken by him.

If I rush up and tell Isabel this now, will Isabel really believe it?

What's more, with his current strength, if he said he was going to deal with Ron and save Isabel from Ron's clutches, Isabel would definitely think it was a joke, right? How arrogant he was when he humiliated Isabel before, how embarrassed he was now.

Ashborn just stared at Isabel until Isabel's back completely disappeared in front of him. Then he finally gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the headquarters of the Church of the Heart of Nature.

Ashburn didn't know that at the window on the sixth floor of the hotel, a pair of eyes had been silently watching him with a sneer on their faces.

This guy is still somewhat useful now, so let him live a little longer.

As the Son of God and the son of the Pope, Ashburn attached great importance to the dignity of a gentleman. This was the case before, and although he had fallen into disgrace after encountering the disaster, his dignity was the only thing he had never lost from beginning to end.

But this time, Ashburn couldn't bear it any longer.

He rushed into the church headquarters like a madman and headed straight for the Papal Palace.

The clergy in the church were somewhat curious about Ashburn's movements, but they did not pay too much attention to it. After all, this was Ashburn, and nothing he did would be surprising.

clang.

The door of the Pope's Palace was kicked open by Ashburn.

He couldn't wait any longer.

The gap between his strength and Ron's was too big. The original plan he discussed with Simmons was to instigate his father, mother, the Copperfield family, and King Barumong to join forces, and even to gather some powerful nobles of the Spang Theocracy to completely wipe out Ron.

Of course, this kind of thing cannot be rushed and needs to be planned slowly, bit by bit.

But now, Ashburn's patience has been completely exhausted. As long as Ron cannot be killed, Isabel will have to endure one more day of pain.

…

A-choo.

Isabel rubbed her nose while walking on the street, looking a little suspicious.

Caught a cold? That's impossible.

After all, she is a legendary practitioner.

The physical fitness of legendary practitioners is different from that of ordinary people. I can't say anything else, but they are immune to all diseases, so there is basically no pressure. In fact, since Isabel embarked on the path of a practitioner, she has basically never been sick again.

Maybe someone is saying bad things about me behind my back.

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

I'm used to it, and it's probably that bastard Ashburn.

Thinking of her previous attachment to Ashburn, Isabel even felt it was a little ridiculous. She was really confused before. She actually thought that Ashburn was a good man. Although he was a little romantic, he was definitely a real gentleman.

It must be a brain cramp that caused this illusion.

Of course, it is also possible that Ashbern is just too good at disguising himself. After all, the difference between Ashbern's performance before and after the Temple of Dusk was so great that Isabel even found it hard to believe that this was the same person.

This kind of person is really terrible.

He disguised himself with a false smile, and no one knew what kind of filth was hidden under that thick mask.

If it had not been for this time, when Ashburn was pushed to the extreme and his true nature was exposed, I am afraid I would never have seen his true face, not knowing that this man was so cruel and I would have been deceived by him all my life.

In comparison, the master is completely different.

After all, she didn't know Ron very well, she had only heard some rumors.

In her imagination, the master should be a rather brutal being.

She thought she might have a relatively torturous and painful night, and she was even prepared to endure that kind of pain. However, what Isabel did not expect was that her master was much more gentle than she had imagined.

Although it was a little painful at the beginning.

But, it was still very comfortable after that.

The master did not behave too rudely. At least for Isabel, this first impression was quite satisfactory.

It’s a pity that my body is still too weak and I couldn’t satisfy my master completely. I will definitely not be so useless next time.

I don't know what she was thinking of, but Isabel's face turned even redder.

God knows how Ashburn would feel if he knew what Isabel was thinking now. I guess he would spit out blood.

He was obsessed with how to save his beloved woman from Ron's clutches, but the girl in his heart was only thinking about how to better serve her master next time.

Of course, Ashburn didn't know any of this at the moment. He kicked open the door of the Pope's Palace. He wanted to find his father and mother to discuss how to get rid of Ron.

But after kicking open the door, Ashburn was surprised to find a stranger in the hall of the Pope's Palace.

This scene can be said to be quite surprising.

The Papal Palace has always been the residence of the Pope, the Grand Saint, and the Pope's family. Even when entertaining distinguished guests, it is often in the church. The Papal Palace is basically not open to outsiders.

This doubt only lasted for a short moment, and Ashbern quickly calmed down and looked at the man over there.

He was an old man who looked to be in his sixties.

Of course, Ashburn knew that the old man's age could not be judged by his appearance. Although the old man's aura was restrained, the oppression he brought was vaguely even more exaggerated than that of his father.

This is definitely a legendary master, and at least a legendary eight-star.

With such strength, this old man is most likely a monster over a hundred years old.

However, what surprised Ashburn was that he didn't recognize the old man at all, and he had no impression of him at all. When did the Theocracy of Sibang have such a master? When did legendary masters become so worthless that one popped up every now and then? Oh, I heard before that my parents had been very close to a mysterious person and they valued him very much. Could that mysterious person be the old man in front of me?

Such strength is indeed worthy of careful treatment.

Just as Ashburn was examining the old man in front of him, the old man also looked at Ashburn, but the old man didn't seem to have much interest in Ashburn. He just glanced at him casually and quickly looked away.

The feeling of being ignored instantly made Ashburne feel furious.

Marcelino was meeting an important guest, but was interrupted by his own son. He felt very embarrassed and his face darkened in an instant: "Why are you so flustered? I'm meeting an important guest. Please leave first."

Ashibern was dissatisfied with his father's rebuke, but in order to save Isabel from Ron, he suppressed his anger, took a deep breath and spoke slowly: "Father, Ron has come to the Theocracy of Spang. He came here not just to destroy Onir and cut Cain into a human stick. With Ron's personality, he will definitely take action against the Church of Nature's Heart."

"Father, are you prepared to do nothing and watch our family's rule over the church be overthrown?"

Ashburn's rebuttal and accusation made Marcelino feel a little embarrassed. His already gloomy face became even uglier. He slapped the table with a bang. The poor table, along with the teacups and teapots on the table, were instantly shattered into fine powder.

With a pair of scarlet eyes fixed on his son, Marcelino shouted in a deep voice: "Shut up, you are only the Son of God, not the Pope. I have my own affairs to deal with in the church, and there is no need for you to butt in here. Get out..."

Although Marcelino admitted that Ashburn was the most promising of his many sons, the death of his four children also made his mentality extremely complicated when facing Ashburn.

He even had the urge to strangle Ashburn to death with his own hands, but this was his only heir.

However, although he would not kill Ashburn himself, it was naturally impossible for him to have a good attitude towards Ashburn.

Ashburn lowered his head slightly to hide the anger and resentment that seeped out of his eyes.

Old thing...when I grow up, I will be the first one to kick you out.

By then, don't even think about having a good end. Even if you're dead, I'll dig you out of your grave and whip your corpse.

Things had come to this point, and Ashburn naturally didn't want to stay here and be scolded any longer, so he snorted and turned around to leave.

"Wait a moment……"

But at this moment, an old and hoarse voice suddenly called out to Ashburn.

It's that mysterious old man.

Ashburn frowned slightly and looked at the old man with confusion. He didn't know why the old man called him. Did he just want to see him make a fool of himself?

The mysterious old man had left his seat, and in the strange gazes of Marcelino, Mireya, and even Ashbern, he walked straight towards Ashbern, circled around Ashbern, and looked him up and down.

As he looked, the old man's eyes became brighter and brighter.

That sight even gave Ashburn a creepy feeling, as if a strong man who had been imprisoned for decades suddenly met a young and beautiful girl.

Hiss! Ashburn shuddered. Could this old man have some strange habit? By the way, what does he look like now? Completely disfigured. If I were to be voted the ugliest person in the Dusk Continent, I would definitely be on the list. How could this old man like me with this look? His taste is really too strong, isn't it?

For a moment, Ashburne's imagination ran wild and he even shrank back subconsciously.

After a long time, the old man finally withdrew his gaze. On his wrinkled face, an indescribable, creepy smile gradually emerged, and his cloudy eyes stared straight at Ashburn:

"Young man, do you desire power?"

The second chapter of 10,000 words is here.

(End of this chapter)