Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 610 - 440: Silf Tastes Quite Good (4)

Chapter 610: Chapter 440: Silf Tastes Quite Good (4)

Call off the engagement?

Alfred was stunned for a moment, gazing foolishly at the tall and gentle Miluo opposite him, wondering if he had misheard?

Why would Miluo actually call off the engagement? That didn’t seem right, did it?

This woman had been clinging to him so desperately before, and now that he had finally decided to graciously accept her as his bride, she dared to refuse and even wanted to break off the engagement?

How dare she?

With her three-meter-tall body, who else would accept her apart from him?

The shock of Miluo’s words was so overwhelming that Alfred didn’t even know how to speak for a while. The shock on his face gradually turned to a dense, impenetrable gloom, and his eyes were as crimson as blood.

Within his pupils, it seemed as if weird threads were wriggling incessantly, and upon closer examination, it was almost noticeable that something seemed to be about to emerge beneath Alfred’s skin, his flesh cracking open in large patches like stretch marks.

The sight caused Qin Chu’s thoughts to stir.

The Elf King’s corrosion was even more exaggerated than he had thought.

This guy’s will was too weak, wasn’t it? Had he succumbed so quickly under the Evil God’s corruption, or had he hardly resisted from the very beginning?

Looking at the current situation, it appeared that a harsh provocation could completely transform Alfred.

Miluo’s cancellation of the engagement was a stimulus, but it seemed it wasn’t enough yet.

A long time passed before Alfred managed to suppress the fury that was on the verge of exploding, and began to speak in a hoarse voice, "Miluo..."

Qin Chu could feel that this guy was on the brink of insanity.

His reason was almost exhausted; all hints of an Elf’s elegance and nobility had vanished at that moment.

All he wanted was to release the anger and murderous intent in his heart.

"It seems shedding your fur has made you quite proud," he scoffed.

"Who do you think you are? It was a great honor for me to allow you to be my bride; how dare you refuse?"

"Don’t tell me you actually think you could get married elsewhere. Don’t forget, even without that fur, your three-meter-tall body would be enough to make people stay away. No one in this world would marry you apart from me."

Alfred’s voice attracted the attention of a large crowd around them, as they whispered and pointed, seemingly surprised to see such a handsome and charming Elf King with such a twisted and ugly expression.

Silf, who had just come down from upstairs, was full of surprise, her gaze sweeping over Alfred, not hiding the scorn in her eyes:

"As for the height issue, Miluo, you have no need to worry. Qin Chu has a woman, Violet, whose height is not a bit shorter than yours."

"But this is the so-called Elf King?"

"Just because a lady refused him, he resorts to cursing and swearing here?"

"Now it seems impossible to say I was to be his fiancée—I, Silf, would certainly not fancy such a tasteless man."

Silf’s clear voice echoed around.

This voice was like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into Alfred’s heart.

He had wanted to use Miluo’s status as his bride to provoke Silf, but as it turned out, he was the one who ended up being provoked.

With a pang in his chest, the indescribable oppression caused a surge of blood in Alfred’s chest, and with a ’wa’ sound, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face growing even more ferocious.

Fini and Selma both looked on with utter contempt. How could their father have been so muddled as to choose Alfred as the husband for their elder sister? Who could have known that beneath that gentle exterior lurked such filth?

Alfred was gasping for breath, his eyes as fierce as a mad dog’s, staring intently at Miluo: "Is this your answer?"

"Indeed," Miluo nodded quietly, showing no fear at Alfred’s hideous appearance: "Previously, Your Highness, the Elf King, had said many times that I was not worthy of you."

"This outcome of the cancellation should be exactly what you wanted to see, isn’t it? From now on, I won’t trouble you anymore."

Even at this moment, Miluo still maintained the etiquette and dignity befitting a princess.

Alfred stared at Miluo, and Qin Chu noticed that Alfred’s fingers were trembling slightly, looking as though he might launch a fierce attack on Princess Miluo at any moment.

The whispers that reached Alfred’s ears became increasingly grating. Being called off at such a public venue, with many onlookers, even in front of Silf, was a source of sheer humiliation for Alfred.

He felt as if he had lost all face.

In his lifetime, he had never suffered such humiliation.

Every sound seemed like mocking laughter to Alfred.

He almost wished he could tear Miluo to pieces.

But Alfred knew well that Miluo, the violent woman, was very powerful, and he might not be her match in a one-on-one fight, not to mention that Fini, Selma, and Qin Chu were standing right behind her, and they would not just stand by and watch him attack Miluo.

This wasn’t fear; it was a strategic retreat.

Forcing down the murderous intent within him, Alfred spat out one last piece of venom: "Miluo, you will bear the consequences of today’s events yourself."

With that, the Elf King readied to turn and leave.

However, Qin Chu wouldn’t let go so easily; seeing that Alfred might completely transform with just one more provocation, he would then have a just cause to kill him publicly.

Seeing Alfred turning to leave, Qin Chu quickly stood up: "Ah, ah, ah... Your Highness, there’s no need to hurry away."

"It’s a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding. I only invited Princess Miluo to dinner, nothing else happened," he explained.

"Miluo, don’t be so harsh when you speak. Let’s discuss this calmly."

While talking, Qin Chu had already walked briskly to Alfred’s side, patting his shoulder reassuringly.

Watching the man beside him who had robbed Silf of her purity, Alfred gritted his teeth. He desperately wanted to leap forward with his now sharp teeth and tear open this guy’s throat, gorging on that sweetest of blood.

A hero indeed, that blood must taste absolutely delicious.

The craving for blood made Alfred increasingly irritable. He even felt his own throat was cracked and dry, a fissure that no amount of water could soothe. Only blood could fill the emptiness within his chest and even his soul.

Qin Chu’s comforting words, to Alfred’s ears, sounded like the taunts of a victor. Each word, each syllable, fueled the flame in his heart, burning brighter and more intense.

Even Miluo, Fini, and Selma couldn’t help but nod slightly, looking at Qin Chu with admiration in their eyes.

Worthy of Mr. Brave, to treat even trash like Alfred with courtesy and consolation.

Such a good person indeed.

"Brother Alfred, I was careless before, accidentally injuring you. It was all my fault. Aim all your anger at me. I, Qin Chu, will not fight back today."

"I only hope you don’t misunderstand Prince Milo. She’s a good girl and deserving of cherishing."

Hiss...

Damn bastard.

Still showing off, huh?

A good girl?

How do you know she’s a good girl?

Then, looking at Miluo beside him, her face flushed with embarrassment, Alfred suddenly understood—it must be because you’ve had your way with her that you know she’s a ’good girl’, and now you expect me to take over?

His words sent Alfred trembling all over, his breath in his throat like that of a beast about to go mad.

Seeing Alfred’s state, Qin Chu was shocked—how has this guy not exploded yet?

What are you, a ninja turtle? I’ve provoked you to this extent, and you can still endure it?

It seems that to completely corrupt and transform Alfred, I have no choice but to play my trump card.

Qin Chu’s face still sported a gentle smile. He gently patted Alfred’s shoulder, his lips moving in a way that was barely visible to others. A slight magic power carried his words directly to Alfred’s ears, unheard by anyone else:

"Silf’s taste is quite delightful."

In that instant, the anger Alfred had tried so hard to control and suppress burst forth uncontrollably. His body shook violently, and from deep in his throat came the sharpest scream, "Bastard, go to hell..."

At that moment, Alfred’s finger twitched and a flash of cold light tore through Qin Chu’s chest.

With a violent impact, Qin Chu’s body flew backward, his chest cloth instantly ripped open with a long tear, atop which was a pale mark.

Then came a string of crimson beads of blood.

Blimey, those blood beads were forced out by Qin Chu’s own effort; any later, and the wound might have healed.

But the effect was quite impressive. Finally, Alfred was completely set off.

The very moment this guy went berserk, his death was upon him—Qin Chu’s words.

To others witnessing this scene, many looked down on Alfred even more. Mr. Brave had been consoling you all along, desperately trying to explain.

But what did you do? After he promised not to retaliate, you went ahead and tried to kill him?

That’s just shameless.

Miluo’s body trembled even more violently, the next instant she rushed over and held Qin Chu in her arms, looking at the blood dripping from his chest, feeling extraordinarily heartbroken.

Hey, don’t hold me so tight, I can’t breathe.

Miluo’s eyes, filled with anger and disappointment, stared at the Elf across from her: "Alfred, you have truly disappointed me."

"To think you would harm Mr. Qin, such a gentle person?"

"I was blind to ever have liked someone like you."

With a cold voice, a huge Wolf Fang Club appeared in Miluo’s palm.

Handing the seriously injured Mr. Qin over to Fini and Selma behind her, Miluo stepped forward with the Wolf Fang Club towards Alfred. There needed to be an explanation for the attempted assassination of a hero.

Silf’s figure, quietly, had appeared on another side, and together with Miluo, they surrounded Alfred from both sides.

Speaking of which, the master’s acting skills are slightly lacking, aren’t they? As if Alfred of that caliber could ever hurt the master. It must have taken quite a bit of effort to create that wound on his chest, huh? Well, Silf won’t expose him anyway.

On one side was the woman he had longed for, and on the other was the fiancée promised by the King.

But now, both women were poised to strike him on behalf of another man?

Then he saw Qin Chu, cradled by the Fox Lady Fini and the Cat Girl Selma, giving him a weird smile.

Buzz!

The last thread of rationality in his heart snapped.

Suddenly, the Elf King raised his head high, his consciousness and soul plunging into a crimson abyss at that moment.

Blood, blood, blood~

Kill, kill, kill~

Argggggggg...

In the night sky, echoed the most mournful wails.

Fall into evil!