Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 582 - 419 Silf, Am I Your Fiancé? (3)

Chapter 582: Chapter 419 Silf, Am I Your Fiancé? (3)

The moment Angelica appeared, Qin Chu realized that Angelica’s strength had already surpassed Level 80...

Qin Chu did not sense anything abnormal from Angelica for the time being, and this was not the place, so he decided to check carefully after returning to the palace.

Since Angelica was unharmed, Qin Chu felt reassured, but he still regretted his negligence in protecting those around him. The matter with the Divine’s Right Leg had also taken up too much time, which made him somewhat self-critical.

Kain had become completely useless and had his head chopped off directly by Catherine.

The round head rolled a long distance on the ground, and one could still feel the intense fear in the gradually graying eyes.

Qin Chu even pulled out Kain’s soul and burned it to ashes with Holy Fire.

The soul twisted and struggled in agony, screaming silently.

The hearts of all who witnessed this scene trembled.

They had thought to use Angelica to threaten Qin Chu, but they never expected to touch Qin Chu’s taboo, resulting in an even more miserable fate.

Galbraith, Alger, Wright, and the other nine all felt a tingling on their scalps.

They always knew that Qin Chu’s strength was something they couldn’t contend with, but subconsciously they still thought with the mindset of the Holy Court’s upper echelons, believing that no matter the situation, at least superficially, they had to uphold a principle... But Qin Chu, he was not like this at all.

This man was completely different from the opponents they usually faced.

Qin Chu didn’t care about principles. In the face of his absolute strength and power, any principle seemed incredibly weak and powerless.

Kain had already been executed, and thousands of his men lay fallen in pools of blood.

The attempt to use Angelica as a hostage had also been declared a failure.

By now, they had not a single chip left to counter Qin Chu... Perhaps, they’d be the next ones to be beheaded.

Gulp... Gulp...

Qin Chu could clearly hear the sound of people swallowing their saliva all around him.

Galbraith was quick to react, seeing that the situation was not right, quickly shifted his stance, "Kain, this bastard, appeared honest and straightforward, but behind our backs, he was so shameless. Well killed, well killed, truly worthy of being the new Pope chosen by His Majesty Augustus. Just upon taking office, you have rooted out such a scourge for the Holy Court."

Galbraith, who had just been ambitiously vying for the papal throne, now wore a flattering smile and had even changed the way he addressed Qin Chu, "Your Holiness the Pope, I, Galbraith, am willing to continue to contribute all my strength to the Holy Court under your guidance. From now on, whatever your command, Galbraith will not shirk."

Fuck.

Shameless.

Where is your face, where?

When you were opposing Qin Chu earlier, you were the loudest.

And now you’re turning your back on your word just like that?

I’ve seen shameless people, but never this shameless.

The others, although they incessantly mocked Galbraith’s shamelessness in their minds, followed suit in deed.

One after another, they quickly joined the ranks of flattery, hoping that Qin Chu would spare them, and as for issues like saving face, they couldn’t care less.

Furthermore, the Holy Court was vast, and someone would always be needed to manage it, right? Even Qin Chu wouldn’t be able to do everything himself, so keeping these people could still be useful.

So these individuals still believed they had hope of survival.

"Shut up..."

Qin Chu let out a cold voice, and the surrounding flattery abruptly stopped.

"Gentlemen, there’s no need for this. Kain was executed by me solely because he was excessively shameless."

"I believe all of you are very upright people and would never be greedy like Kain," Qin Chu said with a smile.

The remaining eight all breathed a sigh of relief internally.

Hearing the implication in Qin Chu’s words, it seemed he was prepared to let them off the hook?

Although it was painful to have most of their wealth confiscated, it didn’t matter as long as they could maintain their current status and position. They could always earn back that wealth.

But Qin Chu’s next words pushed them all into an abyss with no bottom.

"Using Anpton as a standard, if one’s family fortune is less than six million, you are innocent; if it exceeds six million, all will be executed. Veronica, you may continue reporting..."

At once, the faces of the eight turned pale, devoid of any color.

They wanted to defend themselves, but Qin Chu no longer wanted to listen to them.

"Galbraith, property seized in your residence amounts to 470 million Mana and 20,000 Holy Crystal Stones..."

"Chop him!"

Just as Galbraith was about to scream, with a sizzle, a blazing red Heavy Sword had already torn through his waist.

He wanted to resist, but Antia’s chains were already wrapping around him, forcing him to watch helplessly as Catherine’s Flame Extreme Heavy Sword slammed heavily onto his waist, spewing a sound, and in an instant, his body was chopped in two.

Bisection!

It seemed even more miserable than beheading.

For a moment, this guy seemed not to die immediately, writhing on the ground like a worm, screaming.

"Alger, property seized in your residence amounts to 270 million Mana..."

"Chop him!"

"Wright, property seized in your residence amounts to 590 million Mana..."

"Chop him..."

"Chop him."

"Chop him!"

Nine corpses were neatly lined up together, with blood flowing out from the cuts on their bodies.

A dense and fishy stench permeated the night sky.

Aside from Anpton and Veronica, not a single one of the nine senior members of the Holy Court survived.

The trial was public, and the evidence was conclusive.

The remaining Holy Men knelt on the ground, silent as cicadas in winter. Although their legs had long been numb, none dared to show any dissatisfaction.

Qin Chu’s strength and ruthlessness gave these people a real taste of what fear was.

After all, as Holy Men of the Holy Court, who among them was clean now? Who didn’t have a tarnish on their record? They all feared that Qin Chu’s next purge would be aimed at them, resulting in a similar dismembered fate.

Sometimes, fear secures loyalty far more than grace.

Seeing that the matter had been almost settled, Qin Chu finally stood up, "Gentlemen, there’s no need to be afraid."

"I am not so bloodthirsty, after all."

"I also believe that each of you has some skeletons in your closet."

"But there’s no helping it, since I am such a benevolent person."

"So, I am giving you a chance. Starting from tomorrow, every Holy Man must voluntary confess their sins to Veronica and Anpton."

"Depending on the severity of your crimes, you can atone by paying a certain amount of Mana."

"But you only have this one chance. Should anyone dare to conceal their crimes, the most severe will be executed on the spot. However, if you can expose the wrongdoings of others, you will receive a certain clemency."

Upon hearing these words, the remaining Holy Men all breathed a sigh of relief, and a glimmer of hope began to flicker in their previously fearful eyes. They knew that while they might lose wealth, at least their lives would be spared.

But now, as they glanced at their companions, suspicion and vigilance inevitably crept into their gazes. Meanwhile, inside their heads, they were calculating what dirt they had on other Holy Men, which could potentially save them money.

The amount of Mana required had already been prearranged by Shaye, the little miser, and she believed this would be another substantial income.

As for this large fortune, Qin Chu planned to keep seventy percent for himself.

Then he’d take out another thirty percent... no, ten percent should be enough, to develop the followers of the Holy Light Goddess!

It was no use counting on these Holy Men; together, their gathered faith wasn’t even comparable to Veronica alone.

To gain true, valuable faith, targeting the Noble Class was meaningless. Perhaps, something could be done with the common folks.

After all, there were many more commoners than nobles—dozens, hundreds of times more.

Faith doesn’t care about your social status; what matters is the sincerity of your heart.

Life for the commoners is mostly harsh. Just by giving them a little advantage in the name of the Holy Light Goddess, even if it’s just a piece of bread, they would immediately gain considerable gratitude. And as a Representative of the Holy Light Goddess, Qin Chu would also accumulate a lot of prestige.

The most important thing is that it’s not even his money that’s being used.

A win-win situation.

Of course, the primary targets for development would still be the elderly and children—these two age groups were easy to deceive.

...

The Kingdom of Exeter.

Unlike the Empire, which was trampled by demons, or places like Ice Duchy, this country hadn’t been touched by war.

This had to do with Exeter Kingdom’s location. The country was uniquely positioned; surrounded by towering, cloud-piercing mountains, and situated in a remote area.

To reach Exeter Kingdom, one first had to cross an endless desert, pass through a misty Gobi, traverse a large forest, and after much hardship, climb over the overlapping mountains before finally arriving.

To invade this country would mean a long journey, massive losses, and meager gains, an entirely disproportionate effort. Even demons had little interest in this country.

Besides, the country didn’t have a large population to begin with and was quite underdeveloped.

However, after the outbreak of the demon wars, Exeter Kingdom entered a period of rapid development as many refugees flocked to the nation, adding much-needed labor and bringing a wealth of resources.

The national strength of Exeter Kingdom was rising year after year.

This country had only one city, the Royal Capital of Exeter. In terms of size alone, it was not much less than Oville Empire’s Imperial City.

At this moment, within this city, two figures walked side by side.

One was a voluptuous and graceful Magician, with a sexy and tempting figure beneath her black robe, her sea-blue wavy hair gently swaying along her smooth back.

The other, surprisingly, was a proud Elf who, for some unknown reason, was wearing a maid costume.

An Elf in a maid outfit seemed even more alluring.

Walking down the street, they inevitably attracted a host of male gazes, causing Silf to feel a tad irritable; she wished she could gouge out those eyes.

According to Augustus’s notes, when Jie Luo was killed, a Soul Fragment should have flown this way.

But obviously, finding a small Soul Fragment in such a vast city was not an easy task. The two had been here for several days with little to show for it.

"Eh? Is that Silf?"

Just as Silf’s irritation was mounting, a voice suddenly appeared in her ears.

Silf was taken aback, turning to look, and saw on her right that a young man who looked to be seven or eight years younger than herself had appeared. He was tall, with an expression of surprise and elation on his face.

Excitement flickered in his golden eyes as he strode towards Silf, seemingly intent on clasping her dainty, soft hands.

Silf frowned slightly, instinctively stepping back to dodge the young man’s hand.

This step back, along with the dubious look in Silf’s eyes, seemed to sadden the young man, ’Silf, do you not recognize me?’

"It’s me, I’m your betrothed."

Huh?

Silf was baffled.

Betrothed?

Since when did this lady acquire a fiancé?