As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

The boy's face turned red, and after saying goodbye hastily, he fled the scene as fast as he could.

Chapter 149: Prayer, Reflection, and Reform

When the two girls returned to the house, they found an elf acting crazy.

"Ahhhhhhhh, Roy Roy Roy Roy, I'm going to die without Roy hugging me!"

The elf girl hugged a pillow and rolled around on the bed, like a fish washed ashore by the waves, which made the two men feel ashamed.

"You're such a loser! Can't you learn from Mr. Snow...?"

Lyanna was halfway through her words when she suddenly shuddered.

The room was so cold that it didn't feel like spring at all. One could even exhale white mist when breathing.

The silver-haired girl was sitting there blankly, hugging her knees, and was surprisingly quiet.

Lyanna stepped forward and poked.

Hard.

This guy is already hard!

Jon Snow, covered in frost and with a blank look in his eyes, had emptiness, loneliness and coldness written all over his face. Coupled with his cold white skin, at first glance, one would think he was a frozen corpse!

"You guys..."

Charlotte held her forehead helplessly.

"Are you three-year-old little sisters who can't live without a man?!"

"Don't you think so?" Nia rolled over, sat up, and glared at him fiercely: "After all these days, don't you miss Roy at all?"

"Yes, a little bit..."

Charlotte choked on the spot, then drooped her shoulders, looking as decadent as a stray cat soaked by rain.

Lyanna said seriously, even a little proudly: "That's right, I can't live without my junior brother!"

It was not until this moment that Jon Snow suddenly came back to life, scaring the silver wolf in her arms so much that it almost jumped up.

"Roy? Roy is back?"

After looking around and not finding the black-haired boy, Jon Snow immediately plunged back.

Fortunately, Nia intervened and forcibly pulled her up: "Don't sleep!"

The four of them looked at each other with the same listless and miserable expressions, and sighed at the same time.

At this point, those who understand will understand.

Their longing for Roy had reached its limit.

Even Nia, who cared the most about her best friend's relationship progress, couldn't stand it anymore - she didn't even feel like eating snacks today!

She won’t eat unless Roy feeds her!

After a long silence, Nia, who was leaning on the bed, was the first to lose her patience: "Speaking of which, it's been so many days, even little Alice should have succeeded, right?"

"She still looks very unconfident today." Charlotte frowned slightly, took off her boots without any image of a princess, and lazily stuck to Nia.

These days, they were first busy supporting Roy in his fight against the church, and then they had to worry about Alice's progress. The four of them put aside their conflicts and got along with each other even more friendly than before.

It feels like good sisters who share weal and woe.

"Unconfident..." Lyanna pondered for a moment. As a witch who was good at reading people's hearts, she thought of a detail: "But her complexion is indeed better than before."

Charlotte was stunned: "Beautiful?"

"To be more precise, her face is much rosier, she's more energetic, and a bit overwhelmed with excitement. For a child like that, this kind of emotional ups and downs is quite a lot."

The silver-haired female ice sculpture's eyes finally brightened up again: "So, you're saying she's already succeeded?"

"this......"

Lyanna wasn't so sure either.

Theoretically, after expressing your feelings to each other, what follows is ambiguity and sweetness.

This is easy to see.

But I haven't seen Roy much recently, and Alice seems to be more cheerful, but not much.

It's hard to say.

You know, Alice is a little girl who is easily satisfied with a pat on the head and a hand holding.

They had just survived a life-and-death separation, and now was a good time for their relationship to warm up. If it hadn't progressed to that point, it would be too cruel to hastily interrupt their world of two.

Even Lyanna wasn't really a demon.

At this moment, Charlotte, with her arms folded, suddenly suggested, "Why don't we go and see for ourselves?"

"Well, while it's okay to endure for a while longer, Alice is so clueless, who knows how far she's progressed? Let's go and see for ourselves. If she's really in trouble, we can help her! Yes, help!"

No problem.

progress.

confirm.

Help.

There was no mention of Roy, but those who understood understood.

The princess's voice became higher and higher, and in the end her whole appearance was bright, and the abacus beads almost jumped onto her face!

However, no one revealed her true identity.

Because everyone is using the same abacus beads.

"I agree. Practice makes perfect."

"This time I have to agree with Her Highness."

"Okay, that's settled then!"

Nia clapped her hands and smiled warmly: "This weekend, go and help little Alice!"

However, the warm smile was subtle and the green eyes became deep.

"But if she's already caught up with us, then there's no need to indulge her any further, right?"

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No more indulgence.

After leaving Carl's ward, Roy reflected deeply on what he had done in the past few days.

Seeing the clergy walking in the hall, as well as the believers who came to worship with pious expressions, all looking up at him with reverence, and even bowing in greeting, Roy felt a deep sense of guilt.

He responded lightly, but sighed in his heart.

Even though the goddess wasn't a good person, he was still a Saint Guardian recognized by many believers. How could he commit such a ridiculous offense in a sacred place and be so disrespectful to the Saint of Destiny?!

Moreover, even [iron bones] are not made of real iron.

A faint soreness in his waist reminded Roy of how much he had played too much in the past few days.

Carrying his father's helplessness, his body's sighs, and his apologies to the thousands of believers, Roy prayed silently in the direction where the holy light fell.

Holy Light, please forgive my sins.

I, Roy Ironblad, swear hereby that I will never defile the Saint again!

…at least not in church.

Although I was a materialist in my previous life, I still have to adapt to local customs in the extraordinary world.

I have to say, praying does help.

With no more filth in his heart, Roy returned to the room refreshed.

However, the scene that came before him caught Roy off guard.

"Master, welcome back."

A lace headdress with lace trim and a swaying lotus leaf skirt.

The black and white colors are simple, classic, and elegant, outlining the slender waist and highlighting the fullness above.

The impeccable skirt-lifting ceremony is already pleasing to the eye.

It's like the dusk transforming into golden twin ponytails, and the slight interweaving of black over-the-knee socks and white bare legs below adds a touch of...desire to the beautiful background.

Maid outfit.

It was obviously a classic skin that he had long been accustomed to, but at this moment, Roy realized the lethality of the classic.

The soul, which had been purified by the holy light, ignited the flame at the mere sight of each other, and the flame could never be extinguished.

Chapter 150: Eat, Shower, or Eat Me First

"I'm back......"

Just like she always did in college, Alice considerately took his coat and hung it up for him, then took him to the living room to sit down and made him a cup of hot tea before dinner.

Then, the blonde maid spoke again: "Master, what are your plans for tonight?"

"How to arrange it?" Roy was stunned.

Alice was careful not to mess up her skirt and sat down at a subtle distance, her face expressionless but her eyes rippled.

"Eat first, take a shower first, or...eat me first?"

At the end of the speech, the delicate voice trembled slightly, as if the breeze disturbed the original crispness of the silver bell.

But she still mustered up the courage and maintained her gaze with her blue eyes, which were no longer so clear.

As if to say, the tempting dessert, beautifully packaged, is irresistible.

What's that old-fashioned three-part formula?!

I just prayed and swore an oath to the Holy Light. How could it be possible that just because of this...

"Let's eat first."

Humph, man is iron and rice is steel. It’s just a meal, but it doesn’t mean that I will fall for it!

Moreover, this is a rare gesture from Alice, and it would be unromantic not to cooperate.

Roy had been eating the meals at the White Harbor Church these days, and it had been a long time since he had tasted the cooking of the little maid, which made him very satisfied both physically and mentally.

White Harbor is close to the coast, with abundant seafood, and the food is undoubtedly fresh.

Fresh raw oysters, grilled oysters with garlic, fried oysters, fried oysters with bacon, oyster soup... Well, although there are too many things related to oysters, thanks to the little maid's superb cooking skills, you will never get tired of eating them.

Chocolate ice cream was also prepared as dessert after the meal.

"Master, please open your mouth."

"I can just do it myself."

"what--"

"Uh, I already told you, no need to feed it specially."

"what----"

Alice repeated, her eyes blazing.

However, the other party was in high spirits, so Roy had no choice but to open his mouth and let the little maid put the ice cream into his mouth.

The rich aroma of chocolate and the sweetness of cream melt in your mouth with a slight coolness.

Ice cream at night, like the black silk stockings of a little maid, makes people linger...

No, what on earth am I thinking?!

Just as Roy gritted his teeth and put aside his distracting thoughts, he saw the spoon in front of him shake without warning, causing the ice cream to fall onto his clothes.

Before Roy could react, Alice recited in a dramatic manner, "Master, I'm sorry!"

"I've soiled your clothes. Now I have to trouble you to take a shower!"