I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 588

Chapter 136: In a Narrow Road, the Smooth Talker Wins

“At the end of the day, if I hadn’t guessed that Xue Nuo would go after Roy in time, by the time you all reacted, Roy would probably have been devoured by that guy!”

“You guys really can’t handle things. Just cut back on the internal strife in the future.”

Facing Charlotte’s tone as if she were an older sister educating a younger sibling, both Nia and Leanna clenched their fists but had no choice but to soften their attitudes and obediently endure the scolding.

When under the roof of someone else, one must bow their head.

Charlotte, this fire-element extraordinary being, was more reliable than a heating stove, and she was their greatest support against the biting cold. Given this reason, both Nia and Leanna had no choice but to behave.

Seeing the two girls’ submissive demeanor, Charlotte couldn’t help but smirk, feeling immensely satisfied.

This is the aura of the legitimate princess!

To put it plainly, whether they could survive the imperial snowstorm or notice that Roy was being stolen away, wasn’t it all thanks to herself?

All the credit this time goes to her! To put it in Roy’s words, she was the MVP!

Charlotte was finally realizing that while Roy treated everyone equally, the person who contributed the most and achieved the greatest merits could make the others willingly acknowledge her as the legitimate one!

Heh, once she drives away that white-haired sneaky cat, and establishes such great contributions, those two would surely know better than to compete with her, right?

A bath? Of course, that’s possible!

However, as the legitimate one, she would enjoy a private bath with Roy first, and who would dare to say anything about it?!

A hot spring in the snowy mountains, with a handsome man by her side—just thinking about it made her feel a bit eager.

Lost in her delightful fantasies, Charlotte couldn’t help but feel a bit smug.

As the legitimate princess, she thought she should be generous and take care of all her lovely younger sisters. She kindly said, “By the way, if Alice is feeling cold, she can come over too.”

Alice shook her head gently and politely replied, “Thank you for your concern, but I’m not cold at all.”

The Seraph ability grants her an increase in all attribute resistances, including cold resistance. Although she wasn’t as good as Charlotte, she wasn’t freezing either.

Just then, an angry shout suddenly rang out from the counter, catching their attention.

“1 gold coin? A night costs 1 gold coin? The luxurious hotels in Academy City don’t even charge that much! Why don’t you rob them?!”

A tall, gaunt man draped in coarse linen robes was cold and imposing. The ragtag bunch of men around him, dressed similarly, began to rant, accusing the owner of overcharging.

However, the owner didn’t even raise his head from the newspaper and disdainfully replied, “I’m not forcing you. If you don’t want to stay, just leave.”

The tall man glanced outside at the howling wind and snow and nearly cursed.

This blizzard would probably bury even a dragon! Even if a necromancer’s body was no longer mortal and unafraid of the cold, they could still perish if they got lost and fell off a cliff, not to mention the magical beasts lurking deep in the snowy mountains.

Having dived into the Necromancer School, he had long discarded the mundane rules and looked down on collecting coins and silver. Even cooperating with extraordinary factions only required selling a few extraordinary items and techniques.

Who would have thought that the grand Lich Priest, Granty, could be stumped by a mere 1 gold coin?

The cultists huddled together, finally scraping together 1 gold coin to offer.

The owner took the money, glanced at the ragged assembly of men who couldn’t come up with a complete outfit among ten of them, and couldn’t help but mutter, “Broke losers.”

“…!”

The pale-skinned cultists turned red with anger at those words, with some even harboring murderous thoughts, their eyes flashing with ruthlessness.

These people were the last elite of the Necromancer School; who among them didn’t have a few noble lives in their hands? Could they not kill a mere civilian owner?!

In this remote wasteland, if someone died, by the time the local nobles figured out who did it, they’d likely already have disposed of the False King‘s blood and made their escape from the border.

Thinking of this, not only the other cultists but even the priest Granty began to feel murderous.

Until a soft female voice came from behind.

“Excuse me, dear owner, have you encountered some trouble?”

Seeing a girl in a pure white outer robe revealing a hint of golden hair approaching, the owner’s attitude made a complete 180, breaking into a broad smile: “It’s nothing, nothing, little lady, no need to worry!”

Not to mention her elegant and tranquil voice, courteous demeanor, and that beautiful face which couldn’t be concealed by her hood.

Just because the little maid paid ten times the rent, the owner could tell these girls were important figures, so his attitude was naturally respectful.

“Did I disturb your miss? Sorry, I’ll make them quiet right away.”

After smiling at Alice, when the owner turned to Granty and the others, his expression darkened: “What? Staring there doing nothing? If there’s nothing, just scram!”

Granty could no longer hold his composure.

What a vile face! Damn mortals, pay for your rudeness!

As for the nobility? Hah, just a minor noble—killing one would be just killing one! The disparity in your mortal society doesn’t matter to us, great followers of the Death God!

If they were to strike, to avoid drawing attention, they’d naturally have to take out everyone in the inn. Let everything sink beneath the snowstorm.

Glancing at the petite girl in front of him, Granty quickly figured out that she was resting her hand on the sword handle, already adopting a watchful posture. The few girls accompanying her also stopped their playful antics, preparing to assist at any moment.

Granty was about to take action, sensing the situation when he suddenly froze.

A heat surged in his mind; under the hood, Granty’s expression changed slightly.

Holy Light?

Why is there a holy light extraordinary being here?!

You need to know, regardless of which continent, holy light extraordinary beings are under strict control by the church. Furthermore, even in the Eastern continent, Sequence 7 already represents the standard of the Paladin Corps!

But before he could ponder further, a wave after wave like thunder erupted in his senses.

Three golden-grade bloodlines?!

And among them, two were Sequence 6!

It’s known that even in the Academy City, a Sequence 7 isn’t something you can see just anywhere. Don’t even mention that Sequence 6 is treated with respect by any faction!

They say a Sequence 6 can take on a thousand alone.

In this desolate area, suddenly calling forth an army of two thousand, what cultist wouldn’t panic?!

If it really came down to a fight, Granty was confident of winning, but just barely.

In such a struggle, the last elite of the Necromancer School would end up severely beaten! What’s more, merely winning wouldn’t guarantee that he could kill them all. If even one got away, bringing in border troops could mean their downfall.

Are today’s extraordinary beings so free?!

Low to mid-tier experts should either be showcasing their skills on the battlefield or rank high among the powers in the rear. They aren’t kids on holiday out for a field trip! And who the hell vacations in such a freezing, hellish place?!

This is unreasonable!

Granty wasn’t afraid of death, but he feared this was a trap set by human forces, making him increasingly anxious as he thought.

What if they fail to find the False King‘s blood and are ambushed halfway through?

You need to know, these few here are the last remnants of the Necromancer School in the Western continent!

“Little girl, you shouldn’t meddle in others’ affairs!”

As he saw his subordinates grinning and preparing to strike, Granty suddenly felt alarmed and slapped one of them hard across the face.

Then, under the astonished gaze of everyone in the inn, the priest reprimanded, “No rudeness!”

“Let’s go!”

Alice hadn’t even reacted yet, and Granty had already hurriedly led his subordinates to flee the scene.