Chapter 23 At this moment, Ansu chose to read a book

"Ansu, come here."

Ansu was surprised.

Is this still my business? He raised his head and looked at Luo Jia:

The latter was wearing a snow-white spinning skirt today, the edge of the skirt was light and transparent, with a pure white Cecilia flower pinned on it, and white satin ribbons tied around her smooth calves.

The warm sunlight shines through her eyes, making them look as transparent and clean as amber.

At this moment, those amber eyes were staring at him.

I always feel that it is a bit murderous.

"What is it?" he replied, "Your Majesty?"

An Su felt inexplicably guilty.

It was really because those eyes were too clear and transparent, as if everything was reflected in the pupils and nothing could escape their detection.

Could it be that this guy discovered that I was secretly offering sacrifices? "Where did you go last night?"

"I slept well yesterday."

"I've been waiting for you"

"What?"

".Anyway, come out--" She pursed her lips and said softly, "Come out for a moment."

The tone sounded more like an order than a request.

An Su didn't like this feeling. He tilted his head and said, "Rather than me, maybe you should pay attention to the guy next to you first. His smiling face is about to cramp."

Cavens was sandwiched between them, listening to their conversation with a stiff and ugly smile on his face. He had half extended his hand, but at this moment he withdrew it awkwardly.

“.”

Luo Jia paused, perhaps feeling that what An Su said made some sense, and also realizing his own impoliteness, he coughed lightly, then turned his head and looked at Cavens.

"Hello." She politely lifted the edge of her skirt and performed a ladylike manner, "Your Majesty, Mr. Cavens."

The corner of Cavens' mouth twitched slightly.

He was addressed as "you", while Ansu was addressed as "you" directly. Cavens clearly noticed the difference in closeness between them.

Why, Ansu Morningstar, he is just a lowly son of a curse!

A country bumpkin from a nouveau riche family.

His expression became even uglier. "Hello, Your Majesty the Saint."

What made Cavens even more embarrassed was that the believers who came to watch gradually noticed him, and someone started to shout "Cavens has returned triumphantly", and the situation became a little out of control.

They stood on tiptoe, their faces flushed with excitement, and the crowds gathered in groups. There were also young girls in love holding bouquets of flowers, throwing the petals at him.

"It's His Majesty Calvins."

"His Majesty Cavens has returned—how glorious!"

"Look, that's Her Majesty the Saint. His Majesty Cavens is here to fulfill the Knight's promise."

"'All honor tonight belongs to you' - so sacred and romantic."

Cavens was put on a podium by everyone, a very high podium.

The common people worship him, the girls admire him, and the believers regard him as the future of the Border Branch Church.

Everyone had high hopes for him.

In fact, he has no reason to blame anyone, because he created this popularity himself for a political show and for next year's votes.

If the newspapers had not reported extensively that he would lead the witch hunt, so many irrelevant people would not have flocked to the scene; if he had not knelt down to pray and swear an oath in front of the Vatican with great fanfare, things would not have been pushed to such a climax.

The higher you praise someone, the harder he will fall.

But Cavens won't think it's his fault.

It was that person's fault.

It was the man who stole the prey that belonged to him.

It was all that man's fault! Calvins clenched his fists, his nails digging into his flesh.

Luo Jia obviously heard the crowd's calls. She tilted her head and blinked her eyes. Thinking that the atmosphere had reached this point, she had to continue along the way, so she said:

"I was looking forward to your performance in the witch hunt last night."

Cavens' face flushed red, his lips moved but he couldn't say a word.

Everyone held their breath, looking at him expectantly and quietly, waiting for his next words.

"One." Calvins bit his lips tightly and finally managed to speak out from the depths of his throat, "Not one."

Time suddenly seemed long and silent at this moment. The warm sunlight shone on my body, but it was as cold as death.

The noisy and restless believers around them suddenly quieted down at the same time.

"Huh?" Luo Jia blinked again, suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

The Vatican holds the Red Moon Witch Hunt every year, and even if the Paladins formed each year do not return with a full load, they always have some gains.

This situation of not having any has never happened in the sixty years since the establishment of the Border Church.

"Are you kidding me?"

Luo Jia thought that maybe he should smile, so that he would appear to have a sense of humor and be able to follow this cold joke, so he chuckled calmly, "Hey, you are really humorous."

But this was a well-intentioned laugh, but it sounded harsh and sharp to Cavens' ears.

All Cavens remembered was the burning pain in his cheek.

Was she also laughing at herself? Everyone was laughing at him.

Those believers, those people. He looked around and felt that everyone was laughing at him.

"No."

"He said there was none?"

“You must be joking.”

"Is this the shining man?"

"Twenty Paladins. Not a single prey was caught."

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Cavens seemed to be able to hear the people whispering to each other, their low discussions, and their whispers.

A group of low-class people who curry favor with the powerful.

And that cursed child, Ansu Mornings. He was also laughing. Wait, what was he doing? He didn't know when he took out a book called "Druid Biology Compulsory Course 1" from his schoolbag. This guy was so bored that he was just reading a book and doing exercises! Cavens stared at Ansu in shock, and felt that his outlook on life was about to collapse.

It seemed that in Ansu's eyes, everything that happened before his eyes, whether he was victorious in hunting witches or he didn't hunt any, was insignificant. Ansu Morningstar, whom he regarded as his lifelong enemy -

In this person's heart, his status is not even as high as the gender-changed pea raised by the druid!

Cavens had never been insulted like this before! But it was not Ansu's fault. This was just his nature. As a speedrunner, he always put efficiency first.

This guy waited for a long time, and seeing that this would not be over in a short time, and Luo Jia had something to ask him later, he could not slip away by himself.

I thought that since I had to wait anyway, I would just read some books and practice some exercises in order not to waste time.

The book "Druid Essentials" recommended to him by the maid is actually quite interesting and contains a lot of practical knowledge.

This is what a true study devil is like. Even when he is receiving an IV in the hospital, he can still practice a few books on "53".

However, Ansu really didn't care much about Cavens.

After all, this guy doesn't even have a single entry in the game.

Not as interesting as reading a book.

The people around were still waiting for Cavens' answer.

Father Danny, who was standing by, saw that something was not right. He swallowed his saliva calmly, forced a smile, and asked with the last hope,

"Your Majesty, are you kidding me?"

"Not even one!"

Cavens' defense was broken, and he could no longer maintain the perfect knight image he had cultivated for many years. He roared, "I didn't find any!"

"Someone has taken over first! All six strongholds have been taken over first!"

Cavens argued bitterly,

"I was robbed by a despicable person. They stole my prey, but I swear, I will find him. There are still two days before the red moon. I swear, I will wash away the shame and I will catch him."

"Then may I ask——"

Suddenly, a girl holding a bouquet of flowers in the crowd asked, "Who is that hero? Where is he?"

"Hero?" Cavens was stunned.

He suspected he had heard wrongly, "You said he was a hero?"

"yes."

Then, other girls naturally agreed, "The mysterious hero cleared out the cultists in advance to prevent the paladins from getting hurt. You should be happy about that."

"Strong and gentle, he protected everyone without leaving his name. Such a lone knight should be called a hero."

"yes."

"Indeed."

“That makes sense.”

More and more people expressed their agreement, and the calls for the mysterious hero became louder and louder.

How could the common people understand all these twists and turns, the unspoken rules of witch hunting, or what faith points are?

For them, who are simple and honest, no matter whether the cat is black or white, a cat that catches mice is a good cat.

Anyone who can protect them is their hero.

Cavens just felt that the world was so absurd.

It's like bleeding from all seven orifices.

Could it be that his series of publicity, inviting the media, and performing show-like prayers, which attracted so much attention, ended up being a favor to others? At this moment, An Su was still reading a book attentively.

He came to the chapter on 'Biodiversity'.

(End of this chapter)