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

What the witch covets is nothing more than a passionate, long, unforgettable kiss that she won't stop even when she is on the verge of breathing.

Chapter 16 It hurts, it hurts so much

Just now, the outlines of the two people could be seen through the curtains, but now they have disappeared, obviously lying down.

Why are a man and a woman lying down in a carriage alone?

No one present is a fool.

Thinking of that only possibility, the expressions of the yellow magicians changed, and they cast a hint of sympathy towards their chief.

Chief Huang Mo himself stared at the expensive carriage that he had worked so hard to get, but his body was shaking slightly in a very rhythmic manner, and he was extremely embarrassed and angry.

The members of the Student Union and the Black Magic School nearby had no intention of stopping him. They even had a Buddhist expression on their faces, as if they were indifferent to life and death and were not surprised by anything. This made him even more confused.

Are you kidding me? Your respected student council president and chief magician is being wantonly violated by another man. Why are you just watching?!

Claire didn't care about Chief Yellow Demon's indignation, but if he really asked, she would only respond with an awkward smile.

Of course they had to intervene when other men were rude to Lyanna.

The problem is, based on experience, Lyanna is usually the one who takes the most offense.

As a subordinate, I can only express my respect, understanding and blessings.

It was unknown how long it took before the carriage finally stopped shaking.

The black-haired boy stepped out of the car, his clothes were a little messy, and his seemingly serious face also retained some of the aftereffects of exercise, and his whole steps were a little unsteady.

Even his eyes were a little dazed, as if he was still slightly drunk and had not yet fully enjoyed himself.

Seeing that he was the only one getting off the car, Chief Huang Mo couldn't help but ask, "Where is Miss Lyanna?"

"Senior...well, she likes your carriage so much that she doesn't want to get off."

Chief Huang Mo was not fooled by this lame excuse and turned around to get on the carriage.

Unfortunately, Roy got in front of him first.

The Yellow Demon Chief became increasingly unhappy: "I want to personally confirm Miss Lyanna's condition..."

"No need."

A soft hum came from the car window, interrupting his movements.

Her voice was still elegant, like the warm afternoon breeze mixed with the aroma of coffee, but it was also tinged with a slight hoarseness: "I'm just a little tired, I want to take a nap."

"Excuse me, let's just go like this."

Chief Huang Mo gritted his teeth unwillingly, revealing a pleading look: "But..."

"It's somewhat disrespectful to meet a friend in such a depressed state. I hope Mr. Chief can understand a woman's concerns."

Roy shrugged. "You heard what she said."

Realizing that the other party really didn't want to ride in the same carriage with him, and didn't even want to see him again, Chief Huang Mo took a deep breath and suppressed the pain.

Then, with a rage a hundred times deeper than the pain, he glared at Roy.

Why would the witch, who he couldn't even reach despite all his efforts and generous gifts, open her heart to him?!

Looking at the black-haired boy in front of him, Chief Huang Mo asked rudely: "May I ask who you are..."

"Roy Ironblad, nice to meet you."

Roy took the initiative and extended his hand, giving a polite smile.

As soon as these words came out, the young chief felt as if he had been hit by an invisible blow.

Several yellow magicians widened their eyes, especially the one who had spoken rudely to Roy before, whose face suddenly turned pale.

As a family of knights in the kingdom, Ainblad is renowned, but outside the kingdom, it may not command much respect from other factions.

Carl is a low-key person who does not seek merit, and the Ainblood family is located in a remote area, so it is difficult to say that they have any deterrent effect on forces outside the kingdom.

But when Roy's name is mentioned, the first thing people think of is not the name of the Ainblad family.

The kingdom's sworn knight, the winner of the Blue Trial, the hero who fought against the demons at the border of the underground palace, and... the saint's guard.

As the number one prodigy in the Western Continent, he defeated the competitors in the Saint Trial from the Eastern Continent one after another, and later fought to the death to protect the Saint of White Harbor, and was once mistakenly believed to have sacrificed himself.

There are rumors that the sword that the Saint of White Harbor used to kill the leader of the cult and open the kingdom of heaven was made by him.

Regardless, no one doubts his bond with the White Harbor Saint, nor does anyone doubt his position within the White Harbor Church.

Even within the Magicians' Society, this young man was highly praised.

He also seemed much inferior in front of the chief of one of the seven major schools of the society and the number one genius of the Western Continent who had close ties with huge forces such as the kingdom and the church.

The humiliation and sarcasm that were about to be uttered were forced back by Chief Huang Mo.

He could only force a smile and stepped forward to shake the other person's hand.

"I am Oak, Chief of the Yellow Demons."

"Excuse me, but what is your relationship with Lady Lyanna?"

Roy didn't answer and turned to look at the carriage.

Although their relationship had long been seen through by the student union, it was not publicly known.

Since this concerns reputation, it’s better to ask the girls for their opinions.

"Well, if I must say, he is my dear junior."

"The kind that's a little closer to you than just an ordinary underclassman."

Roy laughed secretly.

What a stubborn guy, his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up, but he still forgot to tease me.

The Yellow Demon Chief Oak, who was standing by, felt so heartbroken that he wanted to curse.

Junior, is this a relationship where we should address each other as "dear"?!

Maybe they already...

Ignoring Oak's dejected expression, Roy politely said, "I'll have to trouble you to take care of me during this trip."

"Mr. Roy, you're joking. The Yellow Demon School is the one that's being taken care of. This time, we have to rely on Miss Lyanna for escort."

Roy moved a little closer.

"Very good, it seems you have self-awareness."

"!"

Roy lowered his voice, his tone calm, yet with a warning tone.

"I advise you not to bother with it. Senior Sister has no interest in you. If you piss her off, even the Yellow Demon School can't save you."

Many people resort to extreme measures when their pursuits fail.

The problem is that Lyanna is not an ordinary person.

Those who dared to take extreme measures against Lyanna would often be dealt with in an extreme way in the end. Even Roy sometimes couldn't stand it, but he couldn't say much.

In Lyanna's words, if you want to survive in the underground world, a weak girl must protect herself and take the initiative to deal with bad people with ulterior motives.

He understood the logic, but every time he heard about Lyanna dumping the bodies of some evildoers into the wilderness to feed the monsters, Roy still wanted to complain. Who was the bad guy?!

Hopefully this guy can be smarter.

Roy patted Oak's shoulder and then turned and left.

Looking at the direction where the black-haired boy went away, Oak had a dull face and lifeless eyes, as if his soul had been stripped away. Facing the April spring breeze, it felt like he was bathing in the drifting snow wind of the empire.

A romantic journey with the witch is the beauty that the Orks have been looking forward to for a long time, and it is also the best opportunity to win Lyanna's heart.

However, looking at the tightly closed car door in front of him and thinking of the black-haired boy and the brown-haired girl leaning on each other in the car, he could no longer muster a trace of romantic feelings, and even the delusion in his mind was filled with only bitterness.

Chapter 17: The Old Father's Worries

sunny.

The golden wheat waves undulate with the wind, depicting a peaceful and warm scene.

Spring is the season for sowing. Farmers work hard in the fields and are rarely distracted by other things.

But when the tall griffins raised their heads and cried, and the low-key and simple yet chivalrous convoy passed slowly, the farmers couldn't help but put down their sickles and greeted the convoy enthusiastically.

The blood-red sword and shield symbolize that the Ainblood family is both a sharp blade that cuts through the thorns for the kingdom and a solid shield that defends peace on the border.

The people may not know the meaning of the noble family crests, nor will they respect the lord simply because of his prominent status.

But over the years, Carl has earned enough prestige for himself.

Not to mention anything else, the fact that the lord personally goes into battle every year to kill the invading monsters and dragons for them is worthy of their pride and gratitude in the Lionheart Kingdom, which values ​​military exploits.

Because of this, Iron Blood Ridge is not considered rich, but when the name of Ainblad is mentioned, even the native residents of the royal capital will show respect.

"It's Lord Ainblood!"

"The Ironbloods are back!"

The farmers came in droves, shouting Ainblad's name, and Carl, riding on a griffin, smiled and waved in response.

However, when they looked around, they couldn't find the golden figure and the black-haired boy in the convoy, and they were inevitably disappointed.

"Master hasn't come back yet?"

"And Miss Alice... Oh no, now I should call her Saint Lady."

"Idiot, the young master and his friends still have to go to school at this time!"

"That's right, the young master and the Saint Lady are busy with all sorts of things every day. If it weren't for the holiday, how would they have the time to come back?!"

"Hey, why did you guys come over here just now?!"

"I, we are welcoming the Lord..."

Everyone thought they had lowered their voices sufficiently, but Carl, a Sequence 5 Beyonder, had already heard every word clearly through the breeze.

The disappointment of the people is not a good thing for a lord. Even if he is not angry, he will still feel unhappy.

As Karl listened, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Because it is every father's long-cherished wish to see his son become successful, how could he not be happy to witness the fame that Roy has achieved?

Along the way, through towns, villages, streets and alleys, mountains and fields, the names of Roy and Alice were spread everywhere.

The Paladin eventually became the Holy Maiden of Destiny.

The sworn knights of their kingdom are the most honorable guards of the Saint.

To the general public, the meaning of these titles is somewhat confusing.

But they saw the fanaticism of the White Harbor Church right before their eyes.

Since then, the church has invested heavily in the kingdom, built many churches, provided free medical care and education, and even used expensive projection props to play videos of the saints' trials on every preaching day, just to spread the glorious miracles of Roy and Alice.

The two of them already had considerable prestige in the kingdom, and after being praised by the church, their image became even more glorious.

Carl's move can be said to be influenced by his love for the whole family.

He knew very well that he had been loved by the people in the past, but never like now, where he was cheered by the people wherever he passed through the kingdom.

Especially after returning to the Tiexue Ridge area, this phenomenon has become more frequent.

Even though he was used to this kind of scene, the old father couldn't help but smile every time he heard people talk about Roy and Alice with respect.

"Since then, Lord Karl has been in a good mood."

"Isn't it? A sworn knight, a saint's guard, if my little bastard could get one of them, I'd wake up laughing in my dreams!"

"As expected of a young master!"

Several personal guards who had followed him for many years could not help but smirk, but they also felt the same way. They were equally proud of their young master and felt honored that his clothes belonged to such a prestigious family.

But occasionally, they still think of the past.

"Come to think of it, the young master was quite undisciplined in the past few years, wasn't he?"

Mentioning the unlearned 'evil young Roy' from the past, several guards couldn't help but sigh, and for a moment they found it difficult to connect the two.