I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 648

Chapter 29: Don’t You Say, You Really Don’t Say

Roy never doubted the strength of his little maid.

Compared to the original story, Alice’s bloodline ranking had actually improved by a level. With her long-term battle training and private experiences, Alice’s performance was something to look forward to.

But this time, the Saint’s Trial wasn’t just about the candidates themselves.

Although the exact candidate rules had yet to be announced, in the original storyline, Saint candidates were a standard duo. Besides the candidate themselves, they needed a Saint’s Knight as a supporting character.

Yuri romantic galgame, you know what I mean.

In the original story, whichever girl’s route you chose, she would serve as the Saint’s Knight, and the corresponding enemies would change accordingly.

The little maid was determined to give her all, and as her master—and as a man—there was no way he could hold her back!

So, these past few days, Roy had been ramping up his preparations.

Fusing true and false bloodlines, selecting extraordinary resources from the panel shop.

But that wasn’t enough.

If possible, he wanted a trump card that could deliver a dimensional strike.

After all, Rowlin had said it herself: the Church was not to be trusted.

It never hurt to have more means of self-defense, just in case.

“I see, you just want to come here and milk me for resources.”

The Academy Head humorously revealed Roy’s true intention in his office.

To this, Roy replied seriously, “I’d prefer to call it preparing for the future, predicting the enemy’s moves, and prioritizing the greater good.”

“My personal safety comes second, but if there’s a problem with the False King bloodline, I wouldn’t be able to contribute to humanity’s cause, and wouldn’t that give you a headache, dear Director?”

Booker’s eyes twitched.

Didn’t you just say you only wanted to protect those around you and that you weren’t too interested in humanity’s cause? Now you’re acting like you carry the fate of humanity on your shoulders!

“Kid, you really have a knack for milking resources; I can see Rowlin’s influence in you.”

“Too much praise! It’s all for the sake of humanity’s cause, investigating the secrets of the False King, and uncovering the Church’s true intentions!” Roy shamelessly put on a grand excuse.

Can this be called milking resources? It’s what you pay for, I provide the effort, and we work together for mutual benefit!

Booker shook his head, speechless.

This guy was almost as good at playing the game as those priests from the Church, saying all the right things.

“Alright, alright, I’m not that stingy. Just say what you want.”

“Um… Director, what exactly do you have?”

Booker stroked his beard with a mysterious expression, showcasing a golden flame that outlined various extraordinary items and potions.

“Just go ahead and choose.”

“Armor made from dragon scales, a seashell inscribed with merfolk spells, an elven stealth cloak, potions for healing wounds and eliminating curses… I still have some good stuff after all these years.”

A hint of pride unconsciously appeared on Booker’s face, giving off a vibe of a wealthy man showing off.

However, looking at the treasures collected by the great mage, Roy’s expression became peculiar.

The old man had some decent items, but not too many.

You couldn’t say he was useless, but it seemed like their utility was rather lacking.

Roy really regretted not speaking up earlier, like asking for the merfolk spell-carved seashell which could cast illusions—if he had had that during the Blue Trial, tackling the cultists would have been a breeze.

But now it seemed he really didn’t need any of that!

His physical defense was solid, his illusion techniques were decent, he could heal his wounds, and he could even use soul attacks.

Right now, without even mentioning his prince-like attributes, Roy was practically a multi-talented warrior. Faced with all these extraordinary items, he didn’t even know what to pick!

So, he could only reluctantly take some health and mana potions.

“…This is all you’re taking?” The old man’s expression froze.

Roy was picking the cheapest stuff!

Didn’t this mean that most of his lifetime’s collection was worth less than these common potions?!

“Don’t you need any weapons or protections?”

Roy scratched his head and flashed a polite smile at him: “My abilities don’t seem to require weapons or protections.”

Reflecting on the abilities of Iron Blood and the False King, Booker found himself speechless.

Forget weapons; even he couldn’t provide protection that could rival a demigod!

“Director, there must be something else, right?”

Booker took a sip of tea, his smile gradually becoming gentle.

“Honestly, with your strength, you shouldn’t worry too much about the trial.”

“Throughout history, the Church’s prodigies are indeed superior to those from the Western continent, but they won’t gain much advantage over you.”

Well, it seemed you really didn’t have anything left!

One of the Six Heroes, the Sage, had such a meager collection.

Roy felt quite disappointed, and his gaze toward the Sage lost some respect as he quietly munched on a cookie.

“This mission is heavy, fraught with difficulties. I, a mere Marquis’s son, and Alice, a small maid, carry the weight of competing with the Church’s prodigies, and the Church might not even have good intentions, they could devise all sorts of troubles for us! Are we to face such a challenging mission empty-handed?!”

The old man was sweating from what he’d just heard.

If someone didn’t know better, they’d think they were headed to the guillotine!

“Roy, you’re at least an extraordinary being who has awakened the False King bloodline. In an actual fight, unless it’s a high-tier, no one can deal with you.” The old man first explained, then smiled reassuringly: “Don’t worry, no matter how dark the Church’s heart, they won’t directly send high-tier big shots to bully a junior like you.”

Roy froze at his words, and now it was his turn to sweat.

Really? They wouldn’t, would they?!

Thinking back to each of those reverse fate nodes, high-tier bosses were always lurking to screw him over!

The long-extinct Fire Dragon, the offspring of the Evil God, and even two Demon Kings!

Booker hadn’t even said much, but now that he spoke, recalling how even Rowlin had fallen in the Eastern Continent, Roy actually felt a bit nervous.

“Seriously, Director, can’t you come with us?”

Having a high-tier extraordinary being to back them up would be nice.

Upon hearing this, Booker’s expression turned slightly lonely, a moment of weariness flashing in his eyes.

“I wish I could. But I have heavy responsibilities. As of now, I can’t leave Academy City for even a step.”

“The so-called Sage is, after all, just a caged beast.” Booker’s words dripped with a hint of self-deprecation.

Can’t leave Academy City? Didn’t he mention that as long as he was within the city, he’d be safe?

Roy didn’t believe anyone could force someone like Booker to do what he didn’t want, he just felt there was more to this matter but didn’t dare ask too much.

“By the way, the Demon Kings could project some of their power before, doesn’t the Director have a similar ability?”

At this point, Roy didn’t have much hope, just asking out of curiosity.

If the Sage could do that, he should have suggested it long ago.

But unexpectedly, at that moment, a response came from the depths of his soul.

“Don’t you say, you really shouldn’t say, this method is great! Just in time to have him come in and keep me company!”