"Hey! Orthodox Church, leave me alone, or I'll kill him!"

In the market, the werewolf thought that the Monn and Acer did not hear him clearly, so he shook the Sixth Prince in his hand with a fierce expression.

Seeing that Monn still did not move, Ace did not care and continued to stare at the werewolf.

Monn was still watching the show.

For a moment, the air seemed to have become much quieter.

This...

The werewolf was startled. He wondered if he had caught the wrong person?

But looking at this guy's luxurious clothes and the large number of guards around him.

Although they were all stinky fish and rotten prawns, at least he had arrived as a prince.

What was going on with the Orthodox Church?

Was it fell out from the kingdom?

He did not only think about it.

"Cough, cough!"

The sound of coughing beside his ear suddenly woke him up.

He turned his head to take a look.

The Sixth Prince, whose neck had been strangled by him, had blood on his face. Saliva dripped from his mouth, and he looked like he was about to suffocate.

The werewolf was so frightened that he immediately let go of his hand and threw the Sixth Prince to the ground.

This person couldn't die!

Once the Sixth Prince died, there would be no way for him to survive.

However, when he thought of the words he had just said to threaten Orthodox Church, he could not help but look in Monn's direction.

He did not know when they had looked over, but they were staring at him calmly.

When the werewolf thought of his actions just now, he was instantly embarrassed and angry.

He had just used the prince's death to threaten them, but now he was about to die?

The werewolf seemed to have read these words from Monn's eyes.

He felt ridiculed, but he really did not dare to kill the human prince.

He wanted to live!

With a firm belief, he did not care whether he was ridiculed or not. He picked up the Sixth Prince in a different way.

He believed that these two orthodoxies could not possibly care about this person's life!

The market became quieter and quieter, like the calm before a storm.

Only when there was no sound in the market did Monn raise his head.

Looking at the sky without a single cloud, Monn said calmly, "Finally, all the people ran away."

The werewolf was shocked.

What did he mean?!

He quickly turned his head to look around.

The entire street had become empty.

He suddenly realized that the cardinal had been silent just now because he was waiting for everyone to escape

But what was the use of that?

The most important hostage was clearly in my hands.

It was precisely because he knew this that he didn't stop those people just now.

Because whether it was the Orthodox Church or the kingdom, they could sacrifice the life of a commoner in exchange for the life of a werewolf.

Only the prince would attract their attention.

But the cardinal was actually waiting for the commoner to retreat?

The werewolf was puzzled.

But it doesn't matter. As long as the prince is still in my hands, it doesn't matter!

Beside Monn, Ace looked at his handsome side profile. Her bright eyes were filled with admiration and worship.

He did not care about the threat of the werewolf which made the werewolf not dare to make a move. And during this period, he waited for the civilians to retreat.

No wonder he said it was fine. It turned out that he had already thought of everything!

"Hmph! So what if those humans have left! The important people are still in my hands!"

The werewolf shook the Sixth Prince in his hand and was very calm.

The Sixth Prince felt dizzy. He really felt like he was going to die.

He thought of the scene where he was bullied by Monn this morning and could not hold it in for a moment. He cried out loud.

He gave the werewolf who was feeling pleased with himself a fright and then looked at him with a disdainful gaze.

Humans were a bunch of cowards. If the prince of the werewolf clan was acted like the Sixth Prince, he would have been thrown into the abyss long ago.

"Save me, Cardinal Monn. I... I don't want to die yet..."

The Sixth Prince cried.

Although he hated Cardinal Monn, he knew that Monn was very strong.

The werewolf was a little annoyed by his crying. He raised his arm and was about to smash the noisy guy to the ground.

Suddenly, a sword beam that cut through the void shot over rapidly.

"Ah!!"

The werewolf could not dodge in time, and its entire left arm was cut open.

The Sixth Prince fell to the ground in a daze, and his buttocks hurt.

Wolf blood sprayed all over his body, and the werewolf's thick and strong arm was still on his neck.

The sudden situation made the Sixth Prince quiver, and he was so scared that he peed his pants. He did not care about the embarrassing incident. Knowing that he was out of the werewolf's control, he hurriedly rolled and crawled in the direction of Monn.

The werewolf's eyes widened. He did not care about his bleeding left arm. He stepped forward and wanted to grab back the only treasure that could let him live.

In the next moment, a sword beam that tore through the void attacked again.

It cut off his thoughts and cut his entire body in half.

"I... I can't possibly... die..."

Leaving his last words, the werewolf died instantly.

His calculations were correct. The only thing he didn't foresee was Monn's strength.

Monn waved his dimensional slash and easily cut down the werewolf.

Seeing that the Sixth Prince was still running over with a face full of joy, Monn used holy power to control the black mud that had turned into a ball and pasted it on the Sixth Prince's face. It stopped him from continuing to move forward.

He did not want the Sixth Prince, whose entire body reeked of urine and blood, to pollute the air around him.

"Take your guards and get the hell out of here."

After saying this coldly, Monn followed the black mud that was jumping again and continued to search for the holy weapon of the Wolf Clan.

Ace did not pay any attention to the Sixth Prince and hurriedly followed Monn.

The Sixth Prince lay on the ground and was stunned for a while. This was the first time he felt so good!

He stood up, kicked the guard on the ground, and resumed his arrogant attitude.

But after this experience, his heart was filled with respect for the strong.

Damn it! Such a strong werewolf was killed so easily!?

The city outside is too dangerous. I want to return to the palace!

...

Monn and Ace followed the black mud to the square not far away.

They found it stopped on the cover of an underground well.

Monn could not help but be speechless. This werewolf really knew how to hide thing.

He actually hid it in a place that Monn was not good at.

To be honest, Monn had a slight mysophobia. His mysophobia was not too serious, but he still felt a little nauseous when he was staring at the underground well.

He pondered for a moment, then turned to Ace and said solemnly, "Saintess Ace, it's your turn to contribute!"

Ace was stunned and thought, "Was it really appropriate for a man like you to let a girl like me go to such a place?"

Ace knew that Monn wasn't a gentleman.

Monn looked at Ace's expression and suddenly said, "You're going in, right?"

Ace was speechless again

If it were you, would you give it a try?

Monn frowned. "You ate so much food at my house, and you even slept..."

"Stop!"

Ace hurriedly stopped him with a helpless expression.

"I'll go!"

Monn nodded in satisfaction, thinking that he had succeeded.

In the end, he heard Ace continue, "Call a Holy Knight over."