Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

This outcome was predictable. The Duke absolutely could not bear to see the two Joans dressed in beautiful gowns, but he also couldn't actually have them dress in men's clothing and invite all the noble ladies for a mere show.

I might as well pretend I'm deaf and dumb...

Flowers, a gown, a stage where everyone is watching, and a handsome and powerful dance partner—that's everything every aristocratic girl dreams of.

Nolan hugged his knees, staring blankly at the fire.

There was no sadness, no pain, only quiet contemplation.

The melancholy Qiao sisters seemed to be always deep in thought, a sight that evoked pity in me.

At this moment, even a hard-hearted warrior like Kama felt a pang of pity.

Her gaze slid from the bright profile of the two beauties down to their slender necks, then from their delicate collarbones to their budding figures, her eyes gradually becoming infatuated.

Nolan's unique experiences seem to give him a charm that can fascinate both men and women, a quality perhaps perfectly inherited from the famous Tess in her youth and the Duke who captivated countless young girls.

If such a girl were to one day become a Holy Knight, she would probably become an incredibly charming and alluring spirit.

Kama thought to himself.

6. A unique physiology class

Sensing Kama's ill-intentioned gaze, Nolan raised an eyebrow and returned the look with equally unrestrained flirtatious eyes, his gaze sweeping over the instructor's voluptuous light armor.

In the dead of night, the deserted valley was unusually quiet. The firewood in the campfire crackled, further intensifying certain pure desires.

Kama curled her lips into a smile and reached out a finger to lift Nolan's chin.

Unexpectedly, Er Qiao grabbed her wrist, pushed her down onto the grass, and pressed her down on top of her.

The instructor laughed with amusement, his fiery gaze finding it very interesting. Suddenly, the overwhelming power of an eighth-level Soul Warrior erupted, pinning Nolan down and holding him firmly in place.

Kama leaned down and gently pecked that cute face.

"Always fight like a man, but never forget your true self. It's your nature, you can't hide it, and there's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Oh?"

Nolan smiled.

She has not forgotten her original form, which is not something mortals can accept.

The destroyer of all realms is inherently chaotic, but Nolan must admit that mortal pleasures also apply to divinity, though she seems to be missing something crucial.

Kama whispered in the girl's ear, like a lover, while her armor was being peeled away piece by piece from her body.

"Protect yourself. The outside world is dangerous. Everyone wants to tear off the noble lady's dress. Similarly, there are many people willing to strip off your armor and make you degenerate back into a female beast."

A gust of wind swept by, the campfire was suddenly extinguished, and the valley was plunged into complete darkness.

Ten thousand words of hand-to-hand combat between instructors and new recruits are omitted here!

This seemed to be the last lesson, a unique physiology lesson, so that she wouldn't panic when faced with the same problem in the future.

Moreover, he taught by example, reminding the adorable Er Qiao to protect what is most important to her while she is alone abroad.

Of course, this should only go as far as a superficial attempt.

When Nolan woke up the next day, the instructor was gone, and only Nolan was left in the valley.

Kama also took two griffins with him, which, unsurprisingly, was the old man's order again. He really was raising Joestar like a boy.

"That's fine too..."

Nolan stretched, her flawless body shimmering in the sunlight, before putting her light leather armor and boots back on.

Tearing through space to run to school would be too shocking and might frighten the local inhabitants, so the only option is to follow the map and walk.

Leaving the valley, Nolan traveled south along the bay of the river valley, where only merchants and adventurers frequented the Free Federation and the territory of the Goldenrod.

Most of Norland was peaceful, and the free people along the way were kind. Occasionally, a kind caravan would give this poor homeless child a ride.

A month later, the two Joes, who had been sleeping outdoors, successfully infiltrated the Free Federation's caravan, saving a lot of time.

If they are lucky enough to avoid the stormy weather on the plains, they will reach the city of Lense in the highlands in another week.

As night fell, the caravan camped out in the open to rest. Soon, the aroma of roasted meat and stew filled the air around the camp, and the mediocre bard began his performance.

The accompanying merchants and adventurers crowded around the campfire, laughing and sharing their stories of the journey. In the middle of the group was a magnificent carriage and a mercenary group, who were escorting some important figure to the Free Federation.

Nolan donned a cloak to conceal his figure, and mud smeared his fair face, making him look like any other skinny boy.

She accepted the wild vegetable soup and chicken leg from the portly cook, thanked him, and then hid behind the crowd without saying a word.

When a deity becomes invincible in the world, it is inevitable that they will become abnormal, especially after being pranked by the Bitch Goddess and turned into a beautiful girl.

Nolan muttered to himself, chuckling to himself as he went, having already envisioned his grand agent-headhunting plan a hundred years into the future.

She wants to make the Witches' Team of the Chaos Throne famous throughout all planes!

This feels so much like a shoe coaching group...

Ahem, it's alright. Right now, the first apostle is of paramount importance, and Nolan has already identified a believer with a strong idol-like affinity as a candidate.

The key is how to seduce her into the sex industry.

The sudden increase in noise around them caught Nolan's attention. After a hearty meal and drinks, the group of well-traveled men, bored and restless, started bragging.

"It seems this area has been rather unsettled lately. Many caravans have disappeared without a trace, but people are still flocking to the Free Federation. Perhaps it's because the Saint Lensa War Soul Academy is about to start."

"I heard it's because of the Starry Night Diva's tour?"

Immediately, someone scoffed and said dismissively, "Don't worry, I'm here. Our Wild Wolf Mercenary Group is not to be trifled with!"

Upon hearing that there was a Level 6 Soul Warrior among them, everyone looked at them with admiration, greatly satisfying the vanity of the mercenary leader.

The mercenary group had come on a bounty mission, their target being the distinctive and ornate carriage in the middle of the group. A tall man clad in heavy armor stood beside the carriage, never leaving its side.

The portly chef kindly offered a glass of the valley's finest wine, only to be coldly rejected.

The crowd looked at each other, whispering amongst themselves. Even the mercenary group didn't know the identity of the employer in the carriage. Their goal was to deliver the carriage safely to Lense City.

They're probably nobles who came to study here; after all, the tuition at St. Lenza is not something ordinary people can afford.

Whoosh!

Just then, something unexpected happened.

An arrow pierced the bard's throat, abruptly ending his unpleasant song.

The mercenary leader froze for a moment, then reacted, drew his axe, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Enemy attack!"

The merchant screamed and fled immediately, while the adventurers frantically drew their weapons and looked around at the darkness, having no idea where the enemy was coming from. The camp was thrown into chaos.

The enemy launched a surprise attack under the cover of night. By the time they realized what was happening, it was too late. They heard a cold chant in the darkness, followed by a burst of intense firelight.

"Raging fire elementals, heed my command!"

The next second, a rain of fire fell from the sky above everyone's heads, instantly engulfing the convoy, and screams filled the air.

"Level 8 Secret Technique, Meteor Fire Rain!?"

The leader, who had narrowly escaped death, felt a chill in his heart. Under the massive area-of-effect attack, the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group was almost completely wiped out.

Turning around again, he saw that those who were still standing were being cut down one by one by enemies who emerged from the shadows, and a burly man with a sinister grin was charging towards him.

The leader of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group raised his battle axe and roared, unleashing a torrent of level six soul spirits.

The battle axe struck the giant's chest with tremendous force, but it failed to even penetrate the armor. The axe was then smashed into a bloody mess by the tremendous impact.

Even a level six Soul Warrior would be powerless against them; they were clearly not ordinary thieves, but assassins.

The target... was none other than that carriage!

7. I picked up an elf princess from another dimension.

Humans have never been the most powerful race in any of the many planes of existence.

In terms of strength, they are inferior to orcs and giants; in terms of intelligence, they cannot match dwarves and winged races; and when it comes to controlling wandering spirits, they are no match for elves.

The armored knight guarding the carriage was an elf, a high elf at that, young yet incredibly strong, even surpassing the instructor, Kama.

The mysterious sorcerer's fire rain illuminated the plains, and the elven knight's helmet fell off during his fight with the assassin, revealing long golden hair and bright eyes.

So, the master he was guarding in the carriage was also a Sun Elf.

Elves are a race blessed by the goddess of the seven luminaries, and are born with extraordinary elemental affinity. As a guardian knight, he has mastered both light elemental magic and martial arts, far surpassing ordinary level nine classes.

The elven knight wielded his greatsword, desperately protecting the burning carriage. The clang of metal echoed across the plain, and colorful waves of spiritual energy swirled endlessly.

A level nine Guardian Knight is already a top-tier powerhouse in Itheran, and there are no more than ten of them in the entire Kingdom of Golden Flower.

However, in the Federation's Free Territory they were heading to, a level nine soul spirit was nothing special. Strictly speaking, the Free City on the highlands was the Federation's consulate in the Holy Alliance, an absolutely safe neutral zone.

However, their opponents were well-prepared and equally formidable, consisting of seven level-nine Soul Warriors and a high-level fire magician lurking in the shadows. They were after these two elves and had no intention of allowing them to smoothly receive federal protection.

A group of extradimensional visitors roaming the valley could easily annihilate a small country; such a scale is simply beyond the capabilities of the native forces of Iselan. "Damn it, they've been so discreet!"

The Grand Knight Commander was frantic but powerless; he was the only one still standing.

The unique elven magic gave the knight's greatsword a golden sheen, as if it were forged from light, allowing it to withstand seven or eight assassins of the same level for quite some time.

However, as time went on, the elven knight's wounds increased.

The elves are also members of the Lawful Light faction, and from Nolan's perspective, he should have offered to help.

Unfortunately, they were all Asteria's most loyal servants...

Suddenly, a huge, blazing fireball hurtled towards the carriage.

The elven knight gritted his teeth and, having no other choice, stepped into the trap, using his body to block the carriage.

boom!

The fireball smashed the greatsword in two, and the knight tumbled a long way, spitting out blood. Most of his hair was singed, and his chest armor was deeply dented.

A slender figure wrapped in a blanket fell from the carriage, crying and throwing herself onto the elven knight; it was a girl.

Barry, are you alright?