Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 584 - 421 Asina and Silf’s Man Has a Terrible Temper (5)

Chapter 584: Chapter 421 Asina and Silf’s Man Has a Terrible Temper (5)

Black Death.

Power from the Plague and Calamity God.

Ever since Qin Chu painstakingly translated it for Asina word by word, Asina had mastered this power.

It wasn’t just the Black Death; Asina’s learning ability was extremely strong, and she even researched various diseases that frequently appeared in the human world based on the Black Death.

The more she researched, the more Asina could feel the horror of the Plague and Calamity God.

Asina really wanted to use the Black Death move directly on the man in front of her, who was repulsive at first glance, but she still held back.

There was no helping it, after all, the extremely high contagiousness of the Black Death was terrifying. If she really used this move, it would not just be the man in front of her who might die, but possibly millions of residents of the entire Exeter Kingdom.

Taking a deep breath, Asina suppressed the irritation in her heart, slightly shifting her body to avoid the man’s fingers.

This man had incredibly thick skin, showing no sign of embarrassment at all; on the contrary, he seemed even more interested.

After all, if a woman is easily won, it’s rather uninteresting.

The situation now was more likely to stimulate the urge for conquest in his heart.

"Miss," the man asked with a smile on his face, "you must be from the Empire, aren’t such etiquettes quite common there?"

"That may be so... but, what can I do when my man is quite the jealous type? If he sees another man touching my skin, even just with a finger, he’d probably go berserk," Asina replied.

"My man has a pretty bad temper. In fact, if that were to happen, I can’t guarantee what might occur."

The man’s eyes narrowed into slits.

Is this voluptuous magician’s man someone from the Great Nobles of the Empire?

The more that was the case, the more interested he became.

Stealing a woman from a man of such high status, a member of the powerful nobility, was definitely a very pleasurable thing.

He wouldn’t snatch away a woman that Alfred was interested in because Alfred was his good brother. As for other men’s women, he didn’t care all that much.

So far, not a single woman he had set his sights on had ever escaped.

He was not like Alfred; he would not be as concerned with purity like the Elf, a good figure and good looks were enough for him, nothing else mattered.

Although the strength of these two women was extraordinary.

Both women had put on disguises, but he could still vaguely sense the unique aura of the Sealed Shooter and the Great Sage.

These were two experts.

But he did not believe he would lose to them.

Seeing Silf nodding continuously as if she strongly agreed with what this human female magician said, the man’s mind raced, "Your master... is it the same person?"

Asina’s eyebrows slightly raised, "Is there a problem?"

Hiss!

Her answer was almost a direct admission.

Alfred’s body couldn’t help but shiver slightly; he felt like his heart was breaking.

The Goddess he had been longing for now had a master, and that she had lost her purity was one thing...

But how could Sylph, who once was so beautiful and so proud, actually share a man with another woman?

How could the Goddess he adored have become so promiscuous, so lacking in self-respect?

What on earth had happened to Silf over these years? Was this still the Sylph who had killed the Slave Traders and set all the slaves free?

How could Alfred accept this?

It even made Alfred feel as though his years of longing had been profoundly defiled; he couldn’t accept it and refused to acknowledge such an outcome.

His heart seemed to have been gouged out, leaving a bloody hole, experiencing a kind of pain akin to betrayal.

Every word, every letter that Sylph had said, he had kept deeply in his heart, but she had already forgotten.

His feelings for her had never faded, but she had long forgotten about him.

The intense agony deep inside made Alfred feel as if he were falling from a great height.

He had not married to this day, yet Sylph had already become another man’s woman.

She had betrayed him.

Alfred even had a strong impulse to grab Sylph’s collar and question her fiercely about why she betrayed him.

But he held back.

He kept a gentle smile on his face, "Sylph, it’s alright... I don’t mind if you’ve had other men. As long as you marry me, I’ll still be good to you," he said.

He felt that he was exuding kindness and tenderness.

Sylph should be touched.

But in reality, the effect of his words seemed to be the complete opposite; Sylph showed not a trace of being touched, in fact, she even seemed a bit angry.

What did this guy mean?

Was he implying that she was a woman that nobody wanted?

Ha, what a joke!

Not to boast, but with her figure, her looks, her power, even if she had been with one man or even ten or eight, there would still be a whole crowd of men vying for her... And this was not Sylph being conceited; she possessed that charm.

Even without the influence of her figure and appearance, the mere strength of the Ghost Shooter alone would have a heap of Nobles wanting to form an alliance with Silf through marriage.

Of course, no matter what, besides her master, she would never consider seeking out other men.

She was very content with her current life and did not wish to disrupt it.

Just thinking about losing her master’s favor and being abandoned by him... How terrible that would be.

Her golden eyes, filled with an aloofness that kept others at a great distance, swept coldly over Alfred, "Is that so? Well then, thank you for your kind intentions..."

Alfred was overjoyed at once.

Asina rubbed her forehead, speechless. Couldn’t this man understand what people were saying? Could he not hear the mockery in Silf’s voice right now?

"However, my master treats me very well, so if there’s nothing else, please leave us be and don’t bother us," Silf said quietly.

Her indifferent tone left Alfred unable to comprehend why she would react this way.

After all, he didn’t mind that she had already lost her purity. He had already made such a big concession. Shouldn’t she be grateful instead of so indifferent?

Just as Alfred seemed about to say something else, the man beside him quickly grabbed Alfred’s shoulder, "I see. Then it seems we were presumptuous. We hope the two ladies will not take offence."

While offering a gentlemanly apology, he grabbed Alfred’s shoulder and backed away.

His friend was quite capable, although...

But... ah, it’s probably because his head was caught in the door when he was born, a bit... that.

"Ah, right, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Tatter. I am a... um, Magician."

Silf and Asina did not say anything more and went into the inn on their own.

Although today’s events were not very important, Asina still felt it was better to report to her master.

As for those two men named Alfred and Tatter, although she couldn’t directly afflict them with the Black Death, a small lesson should be okay, right?

That malicious gaze really disgusted Asina.

Especially that Tatter, who gave her a feeling of danger even more so than Alfred. It wasn’t the first time she had sensed such a gaze.

"Why did you stop me?" It was only after the two women disappeared from view that Alfred finally let out a low and restrained voice.

"My good brother..." Tatter rubbed his forehead helplessly, "Do you not realize that Elf really detests you? Persisting will do you no good; it will only make her dislike you more."

"Sometimes, to obtain a woman, we may need to take some unconventional approaches, you understand?"

Alfred vaguely understood what those unconventional means were, and a hint of repulsion momentarily crossed his features.

"Ah, speaking of which, I’ve booked a private room at Crystal Love. Want to join me for some relaxation?"

Crystal Love?

"That kind of place?" Alfred frowned.

"What’s the matter? You’ve been there before. You’re even a diamond member, why the act?" Tatter didn’t care at all, hooking Alfred’s shoulder and whistling as they made their way over.

"I’m saying, brother, aren’t you a bit out of your mind? To pass up a Princess for marriage, and instead, be infatuated with an Elf who has already lost her purity? I don’t understand you," Tatter murmured as they walked.

Alfred shuddered as if the thought brought up a terribly horrifying image.

"A three-meter-tall Princess, weighing over five hundred kilos, muscular enough to compete with a silverback gorilla, who gnaws on a whole cow leg when eating, or a just-seen, impure Magician – which would you choose?"

Tatter’s face suddenly turned pale, "Well, I’d go for the latter."

The Royal Family of the Exeter Kingdom is a very special family. In each generation of this family, there are those who undergo ancestral regression.

And the Princess who was once betrothed to Alfred regressed to... a Half-Beast!

Probably some kind of primate.

"Right?" Alfred said, sounding somewhat bitter.

The Elf Prince had his own dilemmas.

The gorilla-class Princess had set her sights on the handsome Elf, Alfred.

Although Alfred was very popular in terms of status and appearance, and the Noble Ladies of the Kingdom were willing to have a fling with the Elf Prince,

But... that never came to fruition.

These Noble Ladies also feared reprisals from the Princess.

So Alfred’s only choice for relaxation was places like Crystal Love, and to save money, he even got a lifetime membership card...

Of course, in Alfred’s view, his own chastity wasn’t important. It was only women who needed to value purity, so there was no problem.

Alfred seriously suspected that the rewards the cursed King bestowed upon him were not actually rewards, but simply a means to dispose of a heavy burden.

This was why Alfred was astounded the moment he saw Silf.

Even without the bias of affection, she was as beautiful as a divine Goddess.

Feeling sympathy for his good friend’s plight, Tatter said, "Don’t worry, my friend, I’ll definitely help you. You’ve forgotten, in our Hidden Society we have a mysterious and powerful Witch. That powerful Witch can create medicines that manipulate the mind."

"If I help you get a bottle, wouldn’t that Elf be easy to capture?"

Alfred’s pupils constricted slightly.

A Witch?

Is it the Pride Witch who can dominate others’ wills, alter memories, and even warp consciousness and souls, wielding the power of domination?