Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Nolan's lips twitched as he carefully accepted the reward and placed it back on the table.

"Oh? You've brought some interesting children with you, that's great."

Bowen looked at the other three girls with a strange expression. Only then did he have time to pay attention to them. The more he looked, the more surprised he became, especially when he lingered on Long Ji the longest.

An elf, a free-breed hybrid, and... a gem dragon?

Each of them possesses astonishing talent, and at such a young age, they have a spiritual fluctuation that ordinary people can hardly achieve in a lifetime.

Standing side by side, Nolan, an ordinary human being, becomes the foil.

What kind of bizarre combination is this?!

"Your Majesty, if you have nothing else to say..."

Nolan yawned. This fat guy was interesting, but that was all.

The emperor laughed heartily and said, "Damn, you're already getting impatient? Just like your father! I heard you had a fight with Mary? And you beat her to a pulp?"

"Yes."

It was Chinara who spoke, her smile proud.

"You've got some skills, Alicia was just a weak little brat at your age."

Bowen squinted, not angry, but said vaguely, "Hey, I fought Roland once when we were fighting. I forgot what it was about, but knights' brains are always full of glory. If you ask me, as long as you win, it's glorious, and whatever the loser says is just sophistry."

Ekaterina licked her lips and finally couldn't resist pounced on the table to devour the meat. Her cherry-like mouth tore at the ribs with no slower speed than a giant's, and her eating speed was astonishing.

This made the King of Plantagenet laugh heartily, completely disregarding etiquette and appearance. He nodded in satisfaction, pleased that someone could join the feast.

"It's a pity I can't beat him anymore. That bastard Chesia completely ruined Roland, turning him into the weakest holy knight in history, subjected to the humiliation of the dukes..."

Chinara and Messiah couldn't understand, and Nolan only had a vague understanding as well.

Afterward, Bowen kept muttering stories that no one else could understand, sometimes laughing and sometimes crying, while the succulent beef leg in his hand slowly fell onto the carpet.

"Your Majesty, we shall take our leave now."

"Go ahead, go ahead, if you need anything, just tell that guy at the door. I'm tired..."

After saying that, Bowen dozed off.

Before they even left the hall, the sound of snoring behind them was deafening, and Messiah and Zenora couldn't help but chuckle.

After a hearty meal, Ekaterina burped, wiped her mouth, took her wife's hand, and walked out as if no one else was around.

In the dragon's eyes, there were neither weak emperors of inferior races nor meaningless palaces built of fragile stones, only food and glittering treasures.

Leaving the King of Plantagenet's private dining room, Zino stretched and muttered sarcastically, "I heard that His Majesty Bowen's life consists of only three things: eating, fighting, and sleeping."

"And mating."

Nolan shook his head, somewhat speechless.

Although reproduction is a life instinct written in the sequence, this breeding pig is just too prolific.

The royal family of the Plantagenets had no fewer than a dozen princes and princesses, essentially using them as tools for political marriages, completely unaware of the principle that scarcity increases value.

How did such a guy defeat so many rivals and rise from an illegitimate son with no right of succession to seize the throne?

It must also have something to do with Roland...

As the four men, accompanied by their trusted ministers, were leaving the palace and about to board their carriages, a frivolous call came from the garden.

"stop!"

A man with an ordinary appearance but dressed in a slicked-back style emerged, his features somewhat resembling the fat man inside.

"Your Highness Arnold."

The minister bowed respectfully and revealed the identity of the visitor.

Prince Arnold, the first in line to the throne of the Plantagenet Kingdom, is also Alicia's nominal fiancé.

"Who are they? What are they doing here!"

The young man had short, slightly blond hair. As soon as he finished asking the question, his eyes lit up as he saw the faces of several bright young women. Such rare beauties didn't even exist in the royal palace. How could so many of them suddenly appear?

"They are His Majesty's guests, Joestar..."

Before the minister could finish speaking, Arnold waved his hand impatiently, recognizing Joseph Joestar's signature silver hair and red eyes.

Nolan has never been to any other country, yet his fame has already spread throughout the Holy Alliance, though mostly for reasons other than good.

"Alright, alright, I already know who she is, get out of my way! I'll serve our guest!"

Arnold's gaze burned as he scrutinized Nolan's curvaceous figure, his lewd stare provoking the displeasure of the three men.

The minister had no choice but to step down, unable to offer any further assistance.

"Isn't this my dear sister-in-law? You should be studying in St. Lenza. What brings you to Anlu?"

Arnold rubbed his hands together, circled the four girls, and his lewd gaze didn't miss the other three beautiful women.

"Tsk tsk, now I know why Bard lost his mind. Your beauty is different from other women. I dare say no Glorious Saint has ever touched a woman like you. It's a pity I graduated too early, otherwise Dalton wouldn't have been here."

173. Avalon

Arnold's frivolous words and actions were just like those of a nobleman.

Zinora raised an eyebrow and stepped in front of Nolan. "You rude wretch, watch your words!"

"presumptuous!"

The soldiers outside the hall stepped forward, but Arnold waved them away.

"Oh dear, I almost forgot that the people standing in front of me are the superstar of the Free Federation, the Starry Night Diva, and Her Highness the Princess of the Sunlit Royal Court. Your visit is quite something. And who is this tall beauty? Forgive my ignorance."

Arnold looked up in astonishment at Catherine's indifferent face; the Dragon Princess's height alone was enough to make most men feel ashamed.

Nolan didn't speak, but watched with great interest as this strange guy put on his show.

Is this the fiancé that Da Qiao hates to the core?

That's interesting...

The young man was glib and annoying; his hand had unconsciously bypassed Zenora and moved closer to Nolan, wanting to put it on the silver-haired girl's shoulder.

"Ouch!"

Arnold suddenly cried out in pain as Ekaterina caught his groping hand with two fingers, twisted it gently, and snapped it!

The young man's face turned deathly pale, and he let out a piercing scream like a duck.

"My hand! My hand!"

Arnold collapsed to the ground, his wrist twisted and hanging limply to the other side, tears streaming down his face from the pain. He immediately roared, "What are you standing there for? Kill them!"

The royal guards looked disdainful, but had no choice but to step forward and surround the outsiders who had harmed the prince.

Catherine squinted and glared at him, and the surrounding soldiers swayed and collapsed to the ground in fear, unable to control their bodies. They were so frightened by the dragon's power that they soiled themselves.

"You...you..."

Arnold was pale and scrambled backward.

"Good job!"

Messiah whistled, pulled Nolan, who had remained silent throughout, onto the carriage, and rode away.

As the four walked away, Arnold stopped screaming, slowly got up, looked at the dozens of guards lying on the ground foaming at the mouth, and laughed.

This outwardly glamorous but inwardly rotten royal son was, surprisingly, the only one who did not suffer from incontinence.

Arnold, who had just been making a fool of himself, put away his flippant expression, his face becoming calm and deep.

He used his left hand to hold his right arm, gritted his teeth, and forcefully straightened the broken bone.

"Hiss... That's some real strength."

Arnold let out a soft sigh, beads of sweat forming on his forehead; his expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book.

Mediocrity and incompetence seem to be merely a mask he wears to deceive the world and his adversaries.

"Where are they going, appearing here at this time?"

Arnold rested his chin on his hand and muttered to himself.

His sister-in-law's cold attitude was exactly what he expected; it would be a miracle if Alicia liked the incompetent persona he was putting on.

But in order to achieve his goal, he still had something he had to do.

The patrolling guards nearby heard the shouts and rushed over. The blond-haired youth immediately fell back to the ground, yelling and wailing, his violent expression returning. He threatened to kill Nolan's entire family. Anyone who witnessed this scene would probably find it extremely comical.

Inside the carriage, Messiah sniffed and said with disgust, "The Holy Alliance is truly beyond saving. If such a person is made king, the Plantagenet will only decline sooner or later."

"I hate the way he looks at you."

Chinara's golden eyes gleamed, her expression sinister; the messenger of justice seemed to be growing increasingly irritable after turning to the dark side.

Nolan grabbed the little princess's hand, shook his head, and said jokingly, "The way she looks at me is no different from how you look at her."

"Goo."

Chinara was taken aback, her pretty face flushing red.

That was an evil look in his eyes, as if he wanted to devour someone at any moment.

Messiah shrugged, pretending to vomit, "This unlucky kid isn't trying to take all the sisters, is he? I'm starting to feel sorry for Alicia."

"No, that kid's got some skills."

Nolan smiled, and Ekaterina, who was concentrating with her eyes closed, nodded in agreement.

"The blazing spirit within that human has already reached a high level, but for some reason it's pretending not to understand martial arts. If it puts up a fight, it can at least waste a minute of my time."

"Isn't it?"

Does it take the dorm leader a minute to take down that good-for-nothing?

Messiah and Zenora exchanged glances, surprised by Arnold's superb acting skills; they hadn't realized he was a hidden master at all.

However, none of this concerns them.