"Impossible!"

The two-headed wolf's incredulous roar echoed through the entire slum.

Monn frowned, feeling that the noise was extremely loud.

In order to not let it disturb the people, Monn held the holy sword and walked towards the two-headed wolf step by step.

Monn was getting closer and closer.

The two-headed wolf saw Monn's indifferent gaze and could not help but take a step back.

After it realized what it just did, it was ashamed, angry, and scared.

The two wolf heads quickly turned, their eyes looking for a way to escape

It no longer had any fighting spirit.

That terrifying sword shattered its will.

If that sword had not slashed at its claws, but at its body...

Thinking of that scene, it shivered deeply.

It could not win!

It definitely could not win!

Run! Run quickly!

An endless desire to survive filled its brain.

When he saw the wall that it had smashed into earlier, its dark green wolf eyes instantly lit up.

It turned around and landed on the ground with its four claws, running at lightning speed.

In an instant, it ran out of the range of the slum.

Seeing that it was running further and further away, its mood became clearer and clearer. It even turned around to look at the two figures that were getting smaller and smaller.

It felt proud in its heart. "Even if I can't beat you, if I want to run, you can't do anything either!"

Just as it was feeling proud, it suddenly saw the man in red wave his arm.

"What's that?"

It was so confused that it did not have time to think before it suddenly felt as if its entire body was being torn apart.

It looked down and saw that the middle of the two wolf heads' bodies seemed to have been sliced open by an extremely sharp knife.

Blood spurted out.

At some point in time, a crack that looked like a natural moat appeared on the ground.

The two-headed wolf thought of Monn's final move.

At the last moment of its life, it said in awe, "With this man alive, can the werewolves really eliminate the human race?"

The two-headed wolf's body fell.

In the slum, in the alley.

Ace looked at the abyss-like crack under Monn's feet and swallowed her saliva.

This man was terrifyingly strong!

Monn didn't feel anything about it, as if he had done something trivial that was not worth discussing.

He threw the holy sword in his hand to Ace and said calmly, "The sword isn't bad."

"It didn't dirty my hands."

Ace came back to her senses and received the holy sword in a panic. She smiled and said, "As long as you are satisfied."

She held the holy sword with both hands and stood beside Monn, like a sword maid.

She felt a little nervous about Monn, who was so powerful.

"The church should reimburse the loss of public property due to work damage, right?"

Monn's murmur entered Ace's ears.

She was stunned for a moment, then she laughed softly.

She suddenly found a familiar feeling with Monn.

"?"

Monn looked at Ace who suddenly laughed and felt strange.

Ace shook her head and said seriously, "I believe that his Majesty Andrew will not be stingy with this bit of money."

"Is that so?"

Monn was a little suspicious. He still owed a part of the overtime pay from before.

The two-headed wolf's matter came to an end.

Monn called the Paladin to bring the two-headed wolf's corpse back to the holy church.

"Cardinal Monn, we found this on the werewolf's corpse."

A Paladin walked over, holding a ball of jelly-like black mud in his hand.

It was this 'jelly' that didn't taste good.

Monn glanced at it and knew that the black mud was of the same breed as the black mud on the farmland.

Letting the paladin take it aside, Monn looked at Ace, who was covering her nose and waving her small hands.

He asked, "Can you trace the holy artifact that produced this through this thing?"

"Of course."

A cute nasal voice sounded.

"Why? Do you want to go now?"

Ace's voice was full of eagerness.

"No, I'm going to get off work soon."

Grace's voice was like a bucket of cold water that extinguished her enthusiasm.

Thinking of Grace's principles, Ace did not force it. She felt that it was not bad to have time to rest every day.

She wondered if she could still go to Monn's house to eat and sleep today?

Ace stole a glance at Monn, a little nostalgic for the bed yesterday.

There was also the cute Elma and the five-piece chess that she could never win.

Halfway through, a group of soldiers wearing light armor from the kingdom suddenly walked over.

A hunchbacked old man with a haughty expression was surrounded in the middle,

when he saw Monn and the others, his eyes immediately lit up as if he had found some kind of treasure.

He jogged over and gasped, "Your Highness, I've finally found you!"

Ace, who was joking with Monn, was at a loss and asked, "You are?"

"I'm Bowen, the sixth Prince's butler."

Bowen continued in a shape, high-pitched voice, "His Highness the sixth Prince heard that her highness the Saintess had come to Saint Servant and specially rushed over from the king's city."

"A banquet has been set up in the mansion. We're just waiting for her highness the Saintess to come!"

Ace frowned slightly and refused with a smile, "Sorry, I still have something to do, so I won't disturb the sixth prince."

"No, no, no!" Bowen hurriedly waved his hand and continued, "Her Highness the Saintess is busy first. Her Highness can afford to wait."

Ace's frown deepened.

This sixth prince had been pestering her since the king's city. She did not expect that he would still pester her when they reached Saint Servant.

Extreme disgust rose in her heart.

She dispersed her smile and said coldly, "I've already made it very clear. I still have a mission."

Bowen was shocked, but when he thought of the sixth Prince's mission, he immediately felt a headache.

This Saintess was not to be trifled with, but his own master was even more so!

Just as he was fretting, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a red-robed cardinal who was holding a pocket watch and looking at the time.

He also noticed that the people around him were faintly taking this red-robed person as the center of attention. His eyes rolled and he had an idea.

He squeezed out a smile on his old face and his attitude became arrogant. "You are the leader of this mission, right? My Sixth Prince wants to invite the Saintess to a banquet. I hope that you can do that for me."

He was still very confident in the kingdom's power.

However, he did not expect Monn to ignore him. He silently stared at his pocket watch and said, "5,4,3..."

Bowen was shocked and angry.

How dare he not pay respect to the royal family? !

He was about to yell when he heard the calm voice of the person in red.

"1,0, I'm off work."

Off Work?

Bowen was stunned and then overjoyed.

Although he did not know when the Orthodox Church set such a rule.

But he still understood the phrase off work.

He instantly felt that he had wronged the red-robed man.

He was a good person!

Bowen sighed in his heart and immediately turned to Ace.

He hurriedly asked, "Your Highness, the leader of your mission has already left work. I believe you should be fine now. What do you think?"

The corner of Ace's mouth twitched slightly. She secretly rolled her eyes at Monn and snapped, "My mission is to accompany him!"

With that, Ace hurriedly followed Monn, who was heading home.

The group of people left looked at each other, not knowing what to say.