The Saint's Hollow Eyes (2)

"No, I think it tastes even better when it's roasted, you could add some chili powder..."

The different answers caused the two enormous heads of the creatures to come together, glaring angrily at each other, each believing the other to be a heretic.

Ramon was exasperated by his subordinates' reactions. He felt a pang of sadness; why were all his men such idiots?

He suddenly realized, could this be what people mean by "birds of a feather flock together"? Because he, the leader, was an idiot, all his subordinates were idiots?

Ah, no, that's absolutely impossible, after all, he's so smart.

"Shut up, you two idiots who only know how to eat, use your brains..." A hoarse voice came from the ground.

Almost all the Magic Creature's eyes were fixed on the short guy, with the Minotaur chieftain and the Troll chieftain glaring at him angrily.

That's the Goblin chieftain.

Ramon's eyes suddenly lit up. Goblin were a very weak race. They were physically frail and short. A single Troll could easily crush hundreds of Goblin. However, they were among the few relatively intelligent creatures under his command.

Perhaps this small Goblin can prove quite useful at this moment.

"Seventh Prince, you don't intend to kill this human immediately, but rather to torture him first, is that right?" The Goblin chieftain spoke in a sinister voice, his cold gaze fixed on the figure held in mid-air by Ramon's two fingers.

That gaze sent chills down Ronald's spine, and his body involuntarily twitched.

"Certainly."

"That's easy... hehehe..." The Goblin chieftain chuckled sinisterly, emitting an unpleasant sound, "The males of our Goblin race are extremely interested in human females..."

"Of course, some brothers have rather unique preferences."

"Moreover, this is a member of such a respected Hero's Party; I'm sure many of my brothers are very curious about him."

"It's not just Goblin; I remember quite a few Magic Creature among Pigman, Minotaur, and Lizardman also seem to have this interest, right?"

The Goblin chieftain's almost ferocious voice pierced Ronald's ears, making Ronald tremble all over.

He seemed to know what was about to happen; his body trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted... No, no, no...

He would rather die than endure such treatment.

Thinking of those ugly, filthy Goblin, Pigman, Minotaur...

For Ronald, who had always upheld the dignity of nobility and maintained the etiquette of a young nobleman, this was the most despairing scene in the world.

Seeing Ronald's surprisingly strong reaction, Ramon felt that his choice was quite correct, and he grinned widely, letting out a loud, panting laugh.

"Very good, Goblin. Go contact your people and see how many are interested in your esteemed young master..."

"I estimate there are at least several thousand people..." The Goblin chieftain continued with his villainous smile, "Oh, by the way, my esteemed Seventh Prince, we could even hold an exhibition..."

"Exhibition?"

"Yes, this is a unique event on the human side, where precious items are publicly displayed. You have to pay an entrance fee just to watch, and even more if you want to experience it..."

"I imagine that outside of His Highness the Seventh Prince's territory, there must be many Magic Creature eager to see the members of the Hero's Party, which will bring His Highness a considerable income..."

"Oh, Goblin, you're such a clever little devil..." Ramon praised the Goblin's intelligence without reservation.

Look, this is a truly smart guy.

This is the way of the devil.

He, Ramon, needs such a genius.

Ronald, on the other hand, was ashen-faced, his body trembling in mid-air.

On the other side.

The members of the Hero's Party also braved the sandstorm and headed to the front lines.

Onions remained hostile towards Qin Chu, Inas still wore a sour expression; everything remained the same as before.

However, Qin Chu and Saya could keenly sense that Onions' emotional fluctuations had become even greater.

These days, Onions is frequently angry, often scolding and even beating his subordinates.

However, the members of the Earth Mother Church did not take this situation seriously. They simply felt that this might be the first time the pampered Holy Prince had left the Imperial City, and he was simply not used to the terrible environment, which caused his emotions to fluctuate a bit.

I can understand... Besides, what can I do even if I don't understand?

When the Holy Son whips you, will you dare to fight back? Are you out of your mind?

Another night has passed; they will reach the front lines by noon tomorrow.

Onions appeared near the Hero's Party's tent, his gaze fixed on the figure surrounded in the center...

He was just an ordinary man.

He was surrounded by saintesses and candidates of sainthood from the Holy Church, the Grand Sage of the Sage Mountain, royal princesses, elves, and Valkyrie...

All sorts of beautiful girls surrounded him, a veritable harbinger of romance.

Whenever Onions sees this scene, he can't help but feel a surge of anger rising within him.

On what grounds? On what grounds? On what grounds?

She was clearly more outstanding, more elegant, more handsome, and possessed a noble air than that ordinary guy, and she also had more distinguished blood flowing through her veins. So why did all those beautiful women flock around that ordinary man?

He was dissatisfied; he couldn't accept it.

He saw a girl leave the crowd, seemingly heading back to her tent... He took a deep breath and quickly walked over.

"Ah, Your Highness, your eyes are as bright as the stars in the night sky..." Onions's face was full of gentlemanly smiles. "I am hosting a small ball at my camp. Would you have the honor of inviting me to join us?"

With his handsome face and gentle smile, he would definitely be the kind of idol that makes girls scream if he were on Earth.

This is Princess Antasia.

Although she was a princess, she was merely a princess from a remote, small, and uncivilized country. For a holy son of such noble status to take the initiative to invite her was a great honor for her.

Onions was certain that Antasia would not refuse.

He reached out his hand, as if wanting to take Antasia's small hand and give it a kiss.

This is a common courtesy among the aristocracy and high society.

However, just as his claws were about to touch Antasia's small hand, Antasia gracefully stepped back, leaving Onions's hand suspended in mid-air, unsure whether to put it down or retract it, making him appear extremely awkward.

Antasia, however, was impeccably polite. A gentle and beautiful smile graced her face as she lifted the hem of her skirt and gave a graceful bow, "So it's Your Holiness the Holy Son..."

"Thank you for your invitation, it is Antasia's honor. However... I will be spending time with Qin Chu tonight and may not have time. I am very sorry that I cannot attend the Holy Son's ball."

After offering a graceful apology, Antasia left without giving Onions any face at all.

Under the moonlight, only the Holy Son remained standing in place, bathed in the hazy moonlight, his face eerily pale.

His body trembled slightly in the night wind, his eyes flashing with a fierce light. Damn it, how dare a princess from a barbarian kingdom show him such disrespect? Who did he think he was?

He personally invited her, and she actually dared to refuse?

Watching her perfect, graceful figure recede into the distance, a sudden, intense urge welled up in his chest, an urge to destroy and crush that beauty...

He wanted to see hot blood gush from Antasia's swan-like long neck, staining her ice-blue dress crimson.

A dense killing intent churned within his chest, and his eyes had turned a dark red color, with a fork-shaped mark faintly visible deep within his pupils.

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Chapter 202 The Saintess's Empty Eyes (2)

The fierce, beast-like gaze lingered for a long time before gradually fading away.

Onions suppressed his murderous intent.

Although he was arrogant, he at least knew that Antasia could not be touched casually. Her status was what it was: the princess of the Ice Grand Duchy. Although she was not as noble as himself, she absolutely could not be killed easily.

Onions lowered his eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm the impulse in his heart.

Just then, several more women left, indicating that Qin Chu's party had ended and the girls were returning to their residences.

Onions couldn't accept that his charm was inferior to Qin Chu's, so he was looking for his next target, certain that someone would accept his invitation to the small banquet he was hosting.

Antasia was just a little princess from a wild land, so it was normal for her to be rude. He didn't believe that all the other elegant girls were as impolite as Antasia.

His first target was Natia.

Although Natia is not a noblewoman, she is a member of the Sage Mountain. She is young, powerful, and incredibly talented, and will be the future successor of the Sage Mountain. If Natia can be brought into his possession, it will benefit the Earth Mother Church and expand his influence.

He readjusted his expression and walked towards Natia.

However, when he arrived in front of Natia, he was met with an extremely cold and indifferent face. There was not a trace of warmth on that face, and the indifference terrified Onions.

Before Natia could even speak, her cold gaze alone rendered Onions speechless, causing him to retreat.

Undeterred, Onions set his sights on his next target: Princess Carol of the Empire.

But this princess was even less courteous than Antasia; her beautiful eyes held undisguised contempt, and after Onions extended the invitation, she coldly uttered only one word:

Roll!

After being rebuffed twice, Onions was furious; it was the first time in his life he had been so humiliated.

Even though every nun in the Earth Mother Church treated him with utmost respect and flattery, and even the saint Inas obeyed his every word.

Why do these women look down on me?

Don't they realize their own charm?

Undeterred, Onions turned his gaze to other women. He set his sights on Norma, who appeared soft and delicate, even though she was just the daughter of a lowly noble family. Normally, he wouldn't even give such a second glance to someone like her.

Norma, though polite, firmly refused.

He approached Aili, holding a dagger to her neck, as if uttering another word would instantly result in bloodshed.

He approached Sylph, Sylph then kicked him squarely in the stomach, sending him flying.

He faced repeated setbacks, rejections, humiliations, and even physical assaults...

Onions was driven to the brink of madness with frustration. He couldn't understand what was wrong. Why didn't these women feel their own charm like the nuns did?

Mingming's mother once said that he was the most charming man in the world.

Does this mean they possess only attractive appearances, but lack equally refined souls and discerning tastes?

Wrath Onions, his face dark with fury, returned to the Earth Mother Church's camp like a clown, cursing the group of blind women.

As soon as he arrived in front of his tent, he saw Inas pacing back and forth.

Her face looked somewhat gloomy.

Seeing this woman, Onions felt inexplicably irritated.

This woman is so boring; she just does whatever she wants.

On the contrary, it was the women who rejected him who concerned Onions more.

But Onions still tried his best to control his emotions; he could not afford to lose his dignity under any circumstances.

"Inas, you wanted to see me?" Onions asked, trying to sound calm, but a hint of impatience could still be detected in his voice.

"Lord Onions," Inas bowed respectfully.

Her expression hesitated for a moment. She glanced around, and only after confirming that no one else was nearby did she finally speak, "Recently, several nuns serving the Holy Son have suddenly disappeared..."

Onions frowned slightly. "Inas, didn't I tell you? Those nuns returned to the Imperial City on their own because they couldn't endure the hardships of life in the wild. You don't need to worry about them."

"But this place is far from the Imperial City, and they left alone..." Inas seemed to want to explain something.

But before he could finish speaking, he seemed to have already incurred Onions's displeasure. The holy son's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he stepped forward and swung his hand out, slapping Inas across the face with a resounding crack.

Immediately afterwards, his hand slid down and gripped Inas's throat.

Inas's muscular body was almost lifted off the ground by Onions, struggling with his toes touching the ground.

Several bright red finger marks appeared on his face, and his eyes were filled with horror, as if he could not believe that the Holy Son, who had always been gentle and gentlemanly, would suddenly attack someone.

Before leaving the Imperial City, Onions was not like this at all. No one knows what happened in those few days that caused Onions's personality to change so drastically.

Seeing that Inas's face was flushed red and he was almost suffocating, Onions finally put Inas down. "Inas, mind your place. Don't meddle in things that aren't your business, understand?"

After uttering those words, Onions waved for a nun to come over, then turned and disappeared into his tent.

Inas's eyes were somewhat gloomy.

She knew that something terrible had happened.