Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 575 - 414: Just Capture That Woman (3)

Chapter 575: Chapter 414: Just Capture That Woman (3)

Wright did not think too much; he simply wanted to ingratiate himself with Saint Monica and Wozworth to show his utmost respect for the two.

Perhaps he could even garner some goodwill and have the two support his candidacy for Pope.

But flattering is a tricky business.

A careless move might end up slapping the horse’s leg instead of its flank.

Poor Vice Captain Wright had no idea that these two big shots treated Qin Chu as a brother closer than their own kin.

Dare to speak ill of my "brother", and who but you should perish?

As for the other, Saint Monica regarded Qin Chu as the supreme Lord of Pleasure.

To Saint Monica’s ears, Wright’s words were nothing short of blasphemy.

A fiery flame surged instantly in Saint Monica’s chest, the sin of blasphemy deserving the stake; such foolish, blasphemous trash should be tied to the stake and burned to ashes.

Although the two crafty foxes were furious, neither chose to reveal their inner anger, even managing to display gentle smiles on their faces.

"Haha, no worries, no worries," Wozworth laughed heartily, "after all, this is an important matter. I’m sure Qin is meticulously preparing. We might as well wait a bit longer."

"Hehe, indeed, and luckily I don’t have anything else going on today," Saint Monica also responded with a soft, alluring smile.

Saint Monica was a beauty in her own right.

With a strength formidable enough, the years had barely left a trace on her.

Graceful and enchanting, ever since something transpired with Qin Chu, she exuded a mesmerizing charm, mad enough to drive one insane; every gesture, smile, and frown could make the opposite sex’s heart skip a beat.

With both Saint Monica and Wozworth having spoken, Wright ultimately had no way to further press Veronica and Anpton.

However, he didn’t really mind; he believed he understood Wozworth and Saint Monica quite well, having learned their true feelings about Qin Chu through certain special channels beforehand.

Although Qin Chu, the Hero, could save the Sky Dome Continent, these two were also worried that once the Hero grew too strong and powerful, it might affect their own positions and reign.

Supporting the Hero to become the Pope of the Holy Court was something Wright believed they certainly wouldn’t want.

Though he sat back down, Wright’s mouth never stopped, and he kept muttering quietly about the disadvantages of Qin Chu becoming the Pope in front of Saint Monica and Wozworth.

At some point, the brows of both Wozworth and Saint Monica had deeply furrowed, their eyes clearly showing a hint of annoyance.

Meanwhile, Kain and Galbraith shared a look; unlike those flattering Saint Monica and Wozworth, these two focused more attention on Angelica.

Controlling this woman, they wouldn’t have to worry about Qin Chu not complying obediently.

In the worst case, they could always support Qin Chu to take the position of Pope, and then have him pass the papal seat to either one of them, naturally.

As for the consequences?

There were no consequences!

As long as they held Angelica tightly in their grasp, no matter how powerful Qin Chu was, he had to be cautious, unable to do anything.

Hmph, what fools.

A Hero with remarkable talent and great strength, yet so concerned about a woman; just this was enough to doom him to never achieve much in life.

For a real man, women are but stumbling blocks on the path to greater heights.

...

Angelica had already left the Holy Court.

Her days hadn’t changed much; she did not try to find Qin Chu, knowing that finding him was impossible, trusting that he would return when the time was right.

Her duties were simple: clean the palace thoroughly and prepare the tastiest meals; she needn’t worry about anything else.

Such days were peaceful and serene.

Perhaps lacking in wealth and high status, yet this kind of life made Angelica feel very comfortable.

If such days could continue forever, that would be best.

On her way home, Angelica even took a detour to the market, buying some fresh vegetables and beef, and even some tripe and intestines—foods the nobility of the Sky Dome Continent would never deign to eat.

They found them dirty.

Eating such things was seen as beneath the dignity of nobility.

But the master loved them.

The preparation was simple, just requiring some heavy seasoning and skewering on a bamboo stick, then stewed in a pot, sometimes with radishes and tofu added.

The master would also ask her to grind some beef into mince and then shape it into balls, similarly skewered.

Angelica could never understand why the bamboo skewers were necessary, but every time her master would eat with such joy.

Angelica recalled the first time her master successfully made this kind of food, his excitement was like that of a child, his thrilled eyes something Angelica had never seen on his face before.

Because she took quite some time selecting various foods, by the time she headed back, night had already fallen, and the bright moonlight hung overhead.