The more they object, the more it means I did the right thing.

Chapter 23 At this moment, Ansu chooses to read a book
"Ansu, come here."

Ansu was surprised.

Is this your own business?
He raised his head and stared at Luo Jia:

The latter was wearing a snow-white spun skirt today, with light and translucent edges. A pure white Cecilia flower was pinned to it, and her smooth calves were tied with white satin ribbons.

The sun shines warmly through her eyes, making them as transparent and clean as amber.

At this moment, those amber eyes were staring at him.

I always feel a bit murderous.

"What's the matter?" he replied, "Your Majesty the Holy Maiden?"

Ansu felt guilty for no reason.

In fact, those eyes were too clean and transparent, as if everything was reflected in the pupils, and nothing could be hidden in them.

Could it be that this guy discovered that he was secretly offering sacrifices?
"Where were you last night?"

"I went to bed yesterday."

"It's a shame I kept waiting"

"what?"

"In short, you come out-" She pursed her thin lips and said softly, "Come out for a while."

His tone sounded more like a command than a request.

Ansu didn't like this feeling. He tilted his head and said, "Before me, maybe you should pay attention to the man next to you first. His smile is cramping."

Cavins was sandwiched between them, listening to their conversation, the smile on his lips was stiff and ugly, and his half-stretched hand was withdrawn in embarrassment at this moment.

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Luojia paused, perhaps feeling that Ansu's words made sense, and realizing that he was being rude, he coughed slightly, then turned his face sideways, and his eyes fell on Cavins.

"Hello." She politely raised the hem of her skirt and performed a ladylike manner, "Your Majesty Cavins."

The corners of Cavins' mouth twitched slightly.

To him, he would use 'you', and to Ansu, he would just say 'you'. Cavins clearly noticed the difference in intimacy during this period.

Why, Ansu Morningstar is just a despicable child of the curse!

A country bumpkin from a nouveau riche family.

His expression became even more ugly, "Hello, Your Majesty the Holy Maiden."

What made Cavins look even more embarrassed was that the crowd of believers who came to watch gradually became aware of him. Someone shouted, "Cavens has returned in triumph," and the scene suddenly got out of control.

They stood on tiptoe, their faces flushed with excitement, and they were crowded together. There were even young girls holding bouquets of flowers and scattering petals towards him.

"His Majesty Cavans."

"His Majesty Cavins has returned - what an honor!"

"Look, that's Her Majesty the Saint. Her Majesty Cavins is here to fulfill the knight's promise."

"'The honor tonight belongs to you' - so sacred and romantic."

Cavins was put on a high platform by everyone, a very, very high platform.

The people worshiped him, the girls admired him, and the believers regarded him as the future of the Border Church.

Everyone has high hopes for him.

In fact, he has no reason to blame anyone, because he created this popularity himself, for political show, and for next year's votes.

If the newspapers had not reported that he would lead a witch hunt, so many irrelevant people would not have flocked to it; if he had not knelt down in the Holy See to pray and swear a promise, he would not have pushed the matter to such a climax.

The higher you hold it, the harder it will fall.

But Cavins doesn't think it's his fault.

It was that person who caused it.

It was the one who stole the prey that belonged to him. The one who caused it.

It was all caused by that person!
Cavins clenched his fists so hard that his nails seemed to dig into his flesh.

Luo Jia obviously heard the cries of the crowd. She tilted her head, blinked her eyes, thinking that the atmosphere had reached this point, she had to keep going, and said:

"I'm looking forward to your witch hunt last night."

Cavins's face turned red, and his lips pursed, but he could not speak.

Everyone held their breath, watching him expectantly and quietly, waiting for his next words.

"One." Cavins bit his lip and finally choked out the words from deep in his throat, ".Not one."

Time suddenly felt long and silent at this moment, and the warm sunshine shone on my body, but it was as cold as death.

The noisy believers around him fell silent at the same time.

"Huh?" Luo Jia blinked again, suspecting that he heard wrongly.

The Holy See holds a Red Moon Witch Hunt every year, and the Paladins formed every year still gain a little, if not a full harvest.

The situation of not having one has never happened in the sixty years since the establishment of the Border Holy See.

"Are you kidding?" Luo Jia felt that maybe he should smile, so that he would appear to have a sense of humor and follow the joke, so he chuckled calmly, "Hey, you are really funny."

But this was a kind laughter, but when it fell on Cavins' ears, it was harsh and sharp.

Cavins only remembers the burning pain in his cheek.

Is she even laughing at herself?
Everyone was laughing at him.

Those believers, those people. He looked around and felt that everyone was laughing at him.

"No."

"He said there weren't any?"

"What a joke."

"Is this the glorious man?"

"Twenty paladins. Not a single one was hunted."

Cavins seemed to hear the whispers of the crowd, hear their murmurs, hear their murmurs.

A group of low-level untouchables who follow the trend of others.

And that Cursed Child, that Ansu Mournings.
He's laughing too. Wait, what is he doing?
He didn't know when he took out a copy of "Druid Biology Compulsory Course 1" from his schoolbag. This guy was so bored that he was reading the book and answering questions!
Cavins stared at Ansu in shock, feeling that his outlook on life was about to collapse.

It seems that in Ansu's eyes, everything that happens in front of him, whether he is hunting witches and triumphant, or whether he has not hunted any one, are all insignificant matters. Ansu Mournings, whom he regards as his life-long enemy tower--

In this person's heart, his status is no better than that of the sexually transformed pea cultivated by the Druid!

Cavins has never been insulted like this!
But this is really no wonder Ansu,
Such is his temperament. As a speedrunner, efficiency has always been his top priority.

The guy waited for a long time and saw that it would not be over for a while. Luo Jia would have something to ask him for later, so he couldn't escape on his own.

I thought that I would just have to wait anyway. In order not to waste time as an efficiency maniac, I would just read a book and brush up on the questions.

The "Druid Compulsory Course" recommended to him by the maid lady is actually quite interesting and contains a lot of practical knowledge.

This is the true way to learn magic. Even when you are in the hospital and receiving infusions, you can still complete a few books and do it five or three times.

However, Ansu really didn't pay much attention to Cavins.

After all, this guy doesn't even have an entry in the game.

Not as interesting as reading.

The people around were still waiting for Cavins' answer.

Father Danny on the side saw that something was wrong. He swallowed quietly, smiled, and asked with the last hope,

"Your Majesty Cavans, are you kidding me?"

"not a single one!"

Cavins broke through the defense and could no longer maintain the perfect knight image he had maintained for many years. He roared; "Not a single one was found!"

"They were overtaken by others! The entire six strongholds were overrun by others!"

Cavins argued bitterly,

"I was preempted by despicable people. They stole my prey, but I swear that I will find him. There are still two days of the red moon. I swear that I will wash away the shame and I will definitely catch him. "

"Then may I ask——"

In the crowd, a girl holding a bouquet suddenly asked, "Who is that hero? Where is he?"

"Hero?" Cavins was stunned.

He suspected that he heard wrongly, "You said he is a hero?"

"Yes."

Then, other girls naturally agreed,
"The mysterious hero cleared out the esoteric cultists in advance to prevent the paladins from getting hurt. You should be happy."

''Strong yet gentle, he protects everyone without leaving his name. Such an aloof knight should naturally be called a hero. "

"Yes."

"indeed so."

"That makes sense."

More and more people agreed, and the voice of the mysterious hero became louder and louder.

How could the common people understand these twists and turns, the hidden rules of witch hunting, and what a point of faith is?

For them, who are simple and unpretentious, white cats and black cats, the one that catches mice is a good cat.

Those who can protect them are their heroes.

Cavins just thinks the world is so absurd.

It was almost bleeding from all the orifices.

Could it be that his series of efforts to create publicity, including inviting the media and performing show-like prayers, which attracted so much attention, ended up being used as wedding clothes for others!
And at this moment,
Ansu was still concentrating on reading.

He came across the chapter 'Biological Diversity'.

(End of this chapter)