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Gondeyal had lost count of how many times he had exercised his noble rights, but he had never been as excited as this time, his heart beating so fast that it was about to jump out of his chest.
Faintly, the temperament of "Alia" reminded him of the good nuns he captured on the day when he broke into the Saint-Louan Monastery. Unfortunately, those nuns were too ungrateful, and before he could taste the sweetness, they committed suicide.
He was so angry that he issued a massacre order and slaughtered all the old nuns in the monastery to vent his anger.
However, those nuns are far inferior to Alia.
"Alia, my little beauty, don't be afraid~"
Turning around and closing the door, Gondejar approached the bedside like a wild beast, with an excited grin on his face: "This baron will love you well."
The closer he got to Arya, the more he was attracted by her unique, noble and holy aura. He even thought of keeping Arya as his own private part and no longer sharing her with his confidants.
As for her "husband", well, screw him. If he's sensible, Baron Ben will reward him with a few gold franks. If he's not, I'll throw him into the forest to feed the bears.
“Hehe~”
Wu Hui in the Kingdom of God looked at this scene and couldn't help but sneer.
As a man, he knew from Gondeyal's expression that his mind must be full of yellow garbage. Even though he had expected it, he still felt extremely angry.
The saint, is the saint someone he can covet
You know, every nun is nominally a maid of the God of Light, and needs to keep her body pure for her whole life.
And the Saint is theoretically the concubine of the God of Light.
Anyone who dares to attempt to blaspheme the saint will be considered to have committed an extremely serious blasphemy and will be subjected to the most terrible and brutal punishment, and his soul will continue to be tortured even after death.
If Gondeyar dared to touch Catherine, he would make Gondeyar experience the terrible consequences of blasphemy even if it meant spending all his divine power.
No matter what Gondeyal and Wu Hui thought, on the other side, the Saint of Light Catherine was not affected at all and remained very calm.
In other words, he looks very calm on the surface.
She lowered her head, sitting on the edge of the bed without moving, but the rage and murderous intent in her chest turned into a terrifying power, gradually filling every inch of her body, making every inch of her body seem to be trembling and clamoring.
The footsteps are getting closer.
Closer.
Seeing the feet appear in her field of vision and feeling that Gondeyal was very close, Catherine finally raised her head, which had been lowered, slowly, revealing a pair of clear and pure blue eyes.
At this moment, there was no anger or murderous intent in those eyes, only an intense coldness that could not be dissolved.
It's as cold as the unmelted ice in the Far North, chilling to the bone.
In an instant.
Gondeyar felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. His whole body was freezing cold and his hair stood on end.
His pupils suddenly contracted and a strong sense of crisis came over him.
This bride is not Alia.
Arya was just a commoner. It was impossible for her to have such a calm yet terrifying look in her eyes.
Retreat, retreat, retreat!