As A Cardinal, I Don't Do Overtime Chapter 72
Advertisement
A few people followed Cheryl in the corridors of the court.
Sheryl was introducing Monn to the various flowers in the courtyard.
Of course, as a Saintess who had been in and out of the court many times, Ace was not very interested in it.
After all, she had seen it so many times that there was nothing new about it.
Next to him, Monn nodded perfunctorily.
He had never been interested in these things.
Cheryl also perceived that both of them were not interested.
So she just talked casually.
Her mind was far from here.
At this moment, she was thinking about how to find out Monn's specific strength and the secret of how he became stronger without making Monn dislikes her.
Of course, she did not have much hope for Monn's method of becoming stronger.
After all, no one would simply reveal the secret of how they became stronger to the public.
Therefore, right now, she mainly wanted to know Monn's specific strength, the strength that even her body could not help but feel afraid of!
Just as she was worrying, there was suddenly a wave of heavy footsteps behind her.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Cheryl immediately knew who the owner of the footsteps was.
A helpless look appeared on her face.
It must be her warlike elder brother.
However, she then thought that her elder brother might have just arrived at the right time. She was worrying about how to know Monn's strength.
Here came someone who could help her.
It was indeed her elder brother, Ivan, who was walking behind them.
His burly figure stopped behind them, and his face was full of fighting spirit.
His tyrannical fleshy face smiled at Monn, "You're very strong!"
Monn, "..."
I'm very strong, I know.
So?
"What's the matter?"
Advertisement
Monn said calmly.
"Fight with me!"
Prince Ivan's face was full of fighting spirit.
Cheryl's eyes instantly lit up, looking forward to Monn's response.
Monn looked at the brawny man strangely, wondering if there was something wrong with this person.
He directly rejected, "Sorry, this is not within my scope of work."
Cheryl was instantly stunned.
Ivan's fighting spirit also froze.
The fighting spirit in his entire body seemed to have been extinguished by a basin of cold water.
He could not help but look at Monn and asked, "Why?"
He felt that the relationship between people should be strengthened by hard punches.
And Monn was probably the most terrifying man he had ever met who was in similar age with him.
As soon as they made contact, Ivan had the idea of making friends with him.
That was why he followed Monn when he walked out of the hall.
In the end, as soon as he sent out the signal to make friends, he was coldly rejected by Monn.
He could not help but be stunned.
Why?
Monn looked at this brawny man and felt that there was something wrong with his brain.
You want to fight with me right from the start, but why should I agree to it?
Cheryl also came back to her senses.
She noticed that her elder brother's way of inviting others to fight was problematic again.
She rolled her eyes at her elder brother unhappily.
Who would want to fight on the first meet?
She hurriedly said to Monn, "I'm sorry, my elder brother is a martial arts fanatic. Whenever he sees a powerful person, he can't help but wants to challenge him. Sorry for causing you trouble."
Monn shook his head. How could he be calculative with people who didn't look very smart?
Advertisement
Ivan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was glared back at by Cheryl.
Ivan immediately swallowed his words.
He still listened to his smart and powerful sister.
So he could only stand aside and felt unhappy.
Cheryl shook her head helplessly at the situation. She smiled at Monn and continued, "Let's continue. The banquet will probably start when we finish strolling."
Monn nodded. He had nothing to do now anyway.
Thus, another person was added to the tour group.
Prince Ivan followed behind Monn with a resentful look, like a wife who did something wrong.
The few of them walked around for a while, and it was two o'clock in the afternoon.
That was when the banquet held by the royal family had begun.
Monn yawned out of boredom.
He followed Cheryl into the banquet hall.
Cheryl had originally wanted Monn to change into a formal suit.
Monn felt that it was too troublesome, so he refused.
He wore the exclusive clothing of the Orthodox Cardinals and calmly walked into the banquet hall.
Wearing the eye-catching clothing, Monn instantly attracted the attention of everyone presented.
After all, it was a royal banquet, so Matthew wouldn't hold it rashly for sure.
Thus, he sent people to send out invitations to the banquet from door to door.
All the nobles in the capital were gathered in the hall.
Among the luxurious gowns, Monn's attire instantly became the focus.
Everyone whispered, "Isn't that the clothing of Orthodox Cardinals? Why would it appear here?"
"Could it be that he sneaked in?"
Everyone looked at each other and felt that it was impossible.
It was impossible for him to barge in the important place of the royal court.
Not to mention with his high-profile clothes.
Who had ever seen someone who sneaked in wearing such high-profile clothes?
At least he should be wearing a formal attire.
A sharp-eyed noble saw Her Highness the Saintess beside Monn. In addition, it was the eldest princess who had brought her in earlier, so he said, "Stop guessing. Didn't you see Her Highness the Saintess beside the cardinal? He is probably the Saintess' attendant."
Everyone finally understood.
"So he is the Saintess' follower. I was wondering why a cardinal would appear at the royal banquet. Since he is the Saintess' follower, there should be no problem."
Frances' situation was different.
After seeing Saintess Ace and Monn, the eyes of the little princess of the Frances family lit up.
She did not greet anyone and hurriedly walked towards Monn and the Saintess on her long legs.
When she got close to Monn, she suddenly slowed down and quietly walked behind him.
"Hey!"
She shouted until she was behind Monn and fiercely patted his shoulder.
She wanted to give Monn a big shock.
But she didn't expect that Monn would notice that someone sneaked up behind him?
But realizing that it was Heidi, he didn't care about her.
Seeing that she didn't scare him, Heidi felt bored.
She asked weakly, "Hey! Why are you here?"
Monn glanced at her and said faintly, "I'm working."
Heidi's smile instantly collapsed.
It was the same as saying nothing.
But she was just asking casually. At this time, she looked at Ace, who seemed to smell something fishy and walked over. She couldn't help but lick her bright red lips, and her fox-like eyes revealed an interesting look.
As if she was afraid that Ace would not see her, she hugged Monn's arm, and her soft body leaned against Monn's. She greeted Ace with a smile, "Hi, Ace! We meet again."
Advertisement
- In Serial6 Chapters
The Pleasant Potato Inn Co.
Tobias is the oldest of the Boyd sextuplets. His siblings are, as follows, Penn, Penelope, Ignatius, Cassiopeia, and Odysseia. They're a wild bunch but Tobias can normally reign them in before they get into too much trouble. One day, Tobias helps an old man scare off some punks causing trouble around his store. As thanks, the old man gives him a medallion and warns him not to put it in strawberry lemonade or bad things will happen. Tobias heads home and, finding all his siblings there, tells them about the medallion and the ominous warning the old man gave him. Ignatius, being an idiot, snatches the medallion and plops it into his glass of strawberry lemonade before Tobias can stop him. A second later and Tobias sitting in some strange land with purple grass, a greenish sky, and a faded, blue sun. Unfortunately for him, a giant tortoise looking thing running right at him, sharp teeth bared and horns ready to gut him. It’s by sheer luck that a slime comes along and just absorbs the thing or...whatever it is that slimes do with their food. Tobias fears that he's going to face the same fate until the slime speaks. ”Oh? Is this a human? I should probably kill you...Before I do, let me ask you something. Do you like potatoes?”
8 150 - In Serial6 Chapters
Stone Of The Covenant ( Dungeon Story )
This man, is the last of his kind.His world succumbed, the last glimmers of a brilliant martial civilization faded as he fled.He arrives in the magical world of Futhark, in the form of a dungeon heart.Confused, he must adapt to a new way of life using only his mind and knowledge of cultivation.In the uplands in which he takes refuge, the wind of change rises .. Hello everyone, this is my first book and I am very happy to write it.The story is largely planned, with regard to the first narrative arcs and the conclusion at least.If you have any remarks on grammar I take them all, English is not my first language
8 98 - In Serial6 Chapters
The Misty Gloam
Once a month the mists of the Gloamwood spread outward covering the nearby wildlands and it's inhabitants. It is an unnatural ethereal mist that steals the breath and sight of living creatures leaving a curse-like Mark on it's victims who slowly lose their mind and self to hallucinations before falling into a coma. On the outskirts of the Gloamwood lies a small village named Briarhaven. Working as a small time hunter trapper Vance Melier and his younger brother Avar eke out a humble living. During a year of erratic mists appearing without warning Avar becomes Marked when his spirit candle burns out. Now Vance must brave the Gloamwood to break the Mark on his brother before the mists return to take him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author Note: This is my first 'book' or attempt at writing a story so please don't tease me. I've always been a voracious reader but never worked up the courage or confidence to write a story and I still don't kind of but now I'm here to work on my writing chops. Intended to be a short story but we'll see how it pans out feel free to leave some writing tips or helpful criticism. Hope you enjoy.
8 124 - In Serial22 Chapters
I'M ALIVE!
I committed suicide after my wife was murdered and raped by some lunatics. I was in hell when I got a book that is able to summon some fucking powerful demons. It was a gift from Satan himself. Nice guy, foul breath. Satan, Santa what difference does it make now? It is a good gift! They will pay... all of them will perish by my own hands because I'm alive again! Pretty messed up shit, right? I would like to see this rotten city burn and I will, but that’s enough talk for now. My mood is really bad. I got an army from hell at my disposal and I have some bastards to torture, and then murder... What the fuck is he doing!? "Hey, Alastor! Wait for me, you son of a bitch!" New cover by Yuri Padial- commissioned before I decided to draw again. Paid for it, so Iwill fucking use it! Hiatus - New chapters will take longer than I expected. If you still with me thanks for the support, and if you are gone... I don't give a fucking crap! Have a nice day!
8 253 - In Serial30 Chapters
Gnihzur: The Legendary Prokeral God Crow!
Gnihzur is a crow fledgling who has decided to transcend into a godly entity during the magnificent and auspicious era of crows where quantum consciousness advancement is ubiquitously rooted. Though his resolve is resolute in its cute firmness, many feathery and none feathery obstacles will present themselves in his path and try to pluck his mortality away from him before he can triumph. Will he be able to learn how to slyly adapt to his newfound environment as well as cope with difficult situations and peers? Will he succeed in becoming an overpowered character who can easily claim the title of Prokeral God Crow? Leave a rating no less than 3 stars. Please and thank you :)
8 124 - In Serial6 Chapters
My sexual abuse story
This is a true story about my sexual abuse experience
8 166

