I'm a dragon, I only want to steal princesses

Chapter 329 Loyalty

Bishop Marcel walked into the hall and looked up at the huge grandfather clock.

"Bishop Marcel!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Bishop Marcel turned around and saw Zhenna striding over.

"Your Highness." Bishop Marcel breathed a sigh of relief and solemnly saluted Zhenna, "It's great that you are safe and sound."

All this time, he had never heard any news about Zhenna. The empire's two conquests against the Endless Tower were conducted secretly, and naturally no results were reported back. He could only get information through some connections within the army. Just a few words of news.

He had occasionally heard about the Red Dragon's deeds, and he also knew that Queen Fred would definitely make a big deal if she succeeded in killing the Red Dragon, but whether Zhenna was alive or dead would probably not be made public.

Now seeing Zhenna standing here intact, a stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

"I should tell you this. It's great that you can come here safely. I have been worried when I heard the news that you were wanted." Zhenna said.

"Thanks to Mr. Ganouen, thank you to him." Bishop Marcel turned around and looked at Ganouen gratefully. Then he thought of a key question, "Speaking of which, how did you find me?"

Even the military police of the empire had not searched for him, but Ganon, who was far away from the empire, found his whereabouts so easily.

"Fred has been trying to find ways to deal with it. How could I not set up an intelligence network in the empire? I heard that you were on the wanted list, and we have been looking for you. I guess you can't return to the Papal State because of the artifact. Maybe you will Thinking of trying my luck in my territory, I prepared all the cross-border routes near the Dragon Fortress. Thanks to you for trusting me and coming to me," Ganon replied.

Recalling his words "The red dragon that suffered a thousand cuts", Bishop Marcel smiled a little awkwardly. Rather than trusting Ganouen to go north, it would be better to say that he was really desperate.

But at the moment, his gratitude to Ganon was real, so he nodded vigorously: "That's natural. I have always believed in you. When I knew that your true form was a red dragon, it was indeed very... Unexpected, but I can see your loyalty and unswerving devotion to His Highness!"

Ganon and Zhenna looked at each other after hearing this, and their expressions became a little subtle.

"What's wrong?" Marcel noticed the difference in their expressions and asked with a blink.

"No, no." Zhenna smiled quickly.

"You've been working hard all the way, so why don't you have a good meal and rest? It's just dinner time. Please come over here." Ganouen patted Bishop Marcel on the shoulder and invited him to go to the restaurant upstairs.

On the way up the stairs, Bishop Marcel was still trying to get closer to each other and said: "I actually heard a lot of rumors about Mr. Ganouen before, but I know that those were definitely done by the Queen to discredit you. Naturally, I won’t believe a word of the propaganda about forcibly marrying Princess Mu Xia, killing Grand Duke Xihe and taking away the Grand Duke’s fiancée, etc…”

However, the more he talked with joy, the more awkward the expressions of Ganouen and Zhenna walking behind him became.

And when they came to the door of the restaurant, they heard Anya's roar coming from inside: "That's enough, shut up, you shameless bitch elf, I will never agree to accompany that red girl with you." The dragon sleeps!”

"What does it matter? You have slept with me and I have slept with you. There is nothing to be ashamed of?" This was Isbell's voice.

This exciting conversation made Ganouen and Zhenna change their expressions at the same time, and Bishop Marcel fell into a state of stunned silence.

Before they could react, Isabel added another sentence: "You can't handle it alone anyway. Zhenna is much more open-minded than you, and she agrees!"

Bishop Marcel's mouth was suddenly open enough to fit an egg in. Zhenna couldn't bear it anymore. She rushed in and yelled at the elves and dark elves who were arguing with each other inside: "Shut up, all of you right now!!"

"Zhen Na, tell me about this hypocritical black guy. It's her turn tonight and she pretends to be reluctant. I said I could replace her or be with her but she didn't agree... Hey, what are you doing all of a sudden? ? Panting, out of breath... out of breath..."

Zhenna rushed up to Isbell and silenced her with a naked choke from behind, and then cast an angry glare at Anya.

"Why did you suddenly lose your temper?" Anya couldn't understand.

At this time, Ganouen and the shocked Bishop Marcel walked into the restaurant.

"Oh Holy Light, don't tell me that is Her Royal Highness Princess Isabel of Muxia..." Bishop Marcel murmured to himself. He was once the trusted archbishop of the former imperial emperor and attended many important diplomatic occasions, including the visits of the royal family of Mu Xia. In his impression, the princess of Mu Xia was a dignified and reserved lady, a princess among princesses.

"Oh, this is the Bishop Marcel you rescued, right?" Anya immediately understood what was going on. Ganouen had told her about Bishop Marcel's appearance.

"What is going on? What is your... relationship with Mr. Ganouen?" Bishop Marcel asked in disbelief.

Anya quickly understood the situation upon hearing this. She glanced at Zhenna, who cast a menacing look at her.

But Anya didn't let go of this opportunity to make trouble. She put a bad smile on her face, ignored Zhenna's eyes and replied to Bishop Marcel: "Don't you know? We are all his wives."

"This..." Bishop Marcel looked back and forth at the people present not knowing what to say.

"Oh, it's no big deal. An old man who believes in the Holy Light. This guy is a red dragon with a lot of energy. You don't want your master to walk holding on to the wall every day." Anya shrugged.

"Believe it or not, I tore your mouth off!" Zhenna angrily let go of Isabel, who was about to be choked unconscious by her, and walked around the long table to catch Anya who was opposite.

"Don't think I'm afraid of you!" Anya was so stubborn, but she stood up and walked around the table to avoid Zhenna.

She really can't beat Zhenna who has risen to the extraordinary realm.

"There must be some misunderstanding in this, right, Mr. Ganouen?" Bishop Marcel looked at Ganouen with the last glimmer of hope.

"Maybe... there is no misunderstanding." Ganouen admitted frankly, "I do love Zhenna, but I never told you that I only love one person."

"So, the forced marriage of Princess Muxia is a fact?" Bishop Marcel asked in surprise.

Moreover, a dark elf came in for no apparent reason.

"Strictly speaking, I didn't force him." Ganon corrected.

"Then at least it's definitely not true that he killed the Grand Duke of Xihe and took away the Grand Duke's fiancée!!" Bishop Marcel asked, staring into Ganouen's eyes.

Since his diocese is not far from the Principality of Xihe, he also has contacts with the Principality. He has also heard the news that the Duke of Xihe is planning to marry the dwarf princess of the Beishan Kingdom. He has even received an invitation to be the wedding priest, but Considering Grand Duke Dipu's reputation, he chose to decline.

Before Ganon gave an answer, Moura walked into the restaurant from the side: "What are you doing? Why is it so busy today?"

"Mora, help me stop her." Zhenna chased Anya and asked Mora for help.

Bishop Marcel looked down at the "child" who walked in in shock, his lips trembled, and he muttered to himself: "Please, this is not His Highness Mora, this must not be His Highness Mora..."

"What? Do you know me?" Mo La looked at this strange old human being inexplicably.

"Oh no!" Bishop Marcel couldn't accept this fact, raised his head and closed his eyes.

"I still have to clarify that I killed Grand Duke Xihe because he wanted to deal with me, and Mo La came to me to escape from marriage." Ganon explained at the side.

"Ganoen, I'm hungry." Anne Luojie climbed onto Ganon's back from behind at some point, grabbing Ganon's shoulders with her hands and staring at his neck with eager eyes.

"Such a young girl?" Bishop Marcel gasped.

Bishop Marcel had heard that Moura had a special appearance, but this girl also looked like she could not be more than fourteen years old.

(End of this chapter)