Macho Harem Paradise Project

They were all women, elves with white hair and pointed ears, wearing pure white, thin prayer garments. They were surrounding a woman.

With the grand guards and an elf maid, it seems that the person in the middle is not simple.

It was a woman dressed in white monk's clothes, with a silk scarf on her head so her face could not be seen clearly. A faint silver halo enveloped her body, and the hem of her plain white robe was embroidered with flowing silver patterns, which were so ingenious and exquisite.

On her shoulders was embroidered a golden sword and shield, with golden decorative patterns and gorgeous white tassels hanging down to the ground. As she walked, they swayed like water, and seemed to create tiny waves in the air. Her waist-length snow-white hair cascaded down her body in a gorgeous and grand manner.

"It's the Holy Lady!"

"Long live the Saint!!!"

The calls from the people around her revealed Yang Ming Xiuyi her identity, the saint of the cult.

As a cult that believes in elves, they also know the importance of gratitude for being able to survive in this desolate land. Almost the entire country is made up of believers of the Holy Order. In this regard, the great elves of this country do much better. Just look at Celestia, who was treated as a god and even wanted to be killed in Karalaki.

If you still harbor rebellious thoughts when we provide you with protection and the power to live, then you are truly ungrateful and too self-righteous.

The price of doing so was that the entire regime group was destroyed in one fell swoop by Yang Mingxiu, who saw injustice.

The civilians around him all knelt down, put their hands in front of their cheeks and muttered in a low voice, praying to their gods to bless them with a stable life and happiness.

Yang Ming Xiuyi, who did not understand or want to observe this etiquette, was particularly conspicuous in the crowd with his tall and broad body, especially when he was staring at the saint.

The saint also noticed this man with different behavior, and her soft and flawless face under the thin veil was looking at the young man with curiosity.

The guards around did not make any other moves, but secretly memorized the appearance of the man with black hair and black eyes in their hearts. This man who had no knowledge of etiquette and yet looked calm and composed was either a foreigner or had some prominent identity. Although he was a lowly black in appearance, as the guard of the saint and also an elite warrior in the Holy Order, he could not do anything that would damage the dignity of the order in public.

Even if his behavior was offensive, that was a matter to be dealt with privately afterwards.

Yang Mingxiu saw the saint's exquisite facial features through his enhanced eyes.

Thick and beautiful eyelashes, bright purple eyes, a cute upturned nose, rosy thin lips, every facial feature is just right, and when combined together it is as if a face was sculpted by gods according to the most gorgeous and exaggerated aesthetics, totally unlike that of humans or any other species.

This also resulted in the saint, who was dressed in white monk's clothes embellished with gold, adding a divine charm to her original goddess-like appearance.

And her hair was white, just like the snow that never stopped falling here all year round, beautiful and spotless white.

Yangming Xiuyi is essentially a descendant of the ancient Eastern country, the so-called dragon, and of course has similar character and aesthetics to his compatriots.

?381 White Hair Attack

White hair, but a special attack on the motherland.

This is also the reason why he has a special preference for Echidna.

Moreover, with the abundant magic emanating from her body, she is also a powerful being. Just with the magic power on her body and the favor of the micro-elves, she is already more powerful than Echidna.

After all, it is just a hurried side. The purpose of the saint leaving the cult is to participate in the holy war once every few decades. This term sounds huge and mysterious, but in fact it is just a sacrifice or ritual dedicated to the great elf Odgulus, and a fight for a position beside the saint.

It happens once every few decades, and the length of time varies. Only when the Saint appears, all the strong men in the kingdom will be selected to bring glory to the forces represented by their families. All young people will fight in the holy city at the center of the kingdom.

The winner will become the loyal knight of the new saint, serving both the great elf and the saint.

This was the information Yang Ming Xiuyi obtained by asking the chattering boss in the tavern.

In a country, especially in a relatively closed information environment like the medieval world, taverns of all sizes are undoubtedly the best channels for obtaining news. Some tavern owners even spend a lot of money to bribe those thugs wandering the streets in order to collect gossip that is difficult for others to know, and then use it as a topic of conversation, which will also improve the business of the store.

"What does the identity of a saint represent?"

"My Lord, you may not know that the Saint Lady is of noble status. She was personally chosen by the gods and will become the leader in the future!"

"Oh~"

Yang Ming Xiuyi listened with great interest, playing with the bright red wine in the glass in his hand. This was a specialty of this country, containing a very high concentration of alcohol, which could keep one warm and drive away the cold. When it was cold outside and one entered a warm tavern, a glass of this was enough to drive away all the coldness in one's body.

Almost all places with harsh environments and scarce supplies have their own ways to solve problems. Here, milk is much more expensive than wine.

“Is there any way to join the holy war?”

"Just go and sign up for the cult. Brother, I see that you are a man of martial arts, so you can give it a try. I remember when I was young, the guy next door, Gas, signed up without knowing what was good for him, but he was eliminated in the first round. It was really embarrassing..."

Seeing that the bearded boss was about to start talking about everything he knew, Yang Mingxiu quickly left behind two silver coins of good quality, which were the currency circulated in all kingdoms.

"Guest! Your wine..."

"Please."

Yang Mingxiu waved his hand and walked out of the warm hotel, which also made the other guests around him, who had always been intimidated by his huge and intimidating body, breathe a sigh of relief.

Many people who come here to drink just want to chat with the boss as a way to spice up their lives which are poor in entertainment activities.

As soon as Yang Mingxiu opened the door, the bell at the door rang and the men holding liquor in their hands swarmed over.

"That young man is obviously a foreigner."

"Nonsense, who doesn't know about the holy war?"

"He looks like a very capable fighter. It's going to be fun to watch this time."

Everyone was discussing happily, only the boss was secretly happy as he held the two silver coins.

Fortunately, I didn't show any disrespect to the visitor because of his black hair and black eyes. I made a profit by being so generous.

It is not wrong for the people here to discriminate against those with black hair and black eyes, but as long as the person with such traits has a certain aura and exudes the majesty of a strong person, no one dares to say anything.

You haven't lived your life like a dog for decades. It's easy to tell at a glance what kind of people can be teased and ridiculed, and what kind of people should be catered to with a smile.

Soon, the tall young man arrived at the jihad registration site.

The person in charge of registration was an old man wearing the white robe of the sect.

"I'm here to sign up for the holy war."

"Okay, okay, may I ask what family you are from?"

"I am not from Gustiko, I am from the Kingdom of Lugnica."

"Okay okay."

The registration process went surprisingly smoothly. I had originally thought there would be some difficulties.

The reason comes from the teachings of the Kingdom's Holy Church: Whether it is the frozen earth or the cold wind, they are all tests given to people by the great existence. Withstanding such trials is the only way for the soul to find peace after death, and other similar teachings.

In other words, even if the final victory of the holy war was taken away by outsiders, it was because people failed the test and it was their own problem, and they could not blame anyone else.

"Tomorrow is the first battle. Little brother, you can go to the Holy City and wait. Someone will guide you."

"Ok."

Holding the token proving his identity as a contestant, Yang Ming Xiuyi went to the Holy City again and met the guards who had stopped him before.

"I wish the wise man a successful start."

"Thanks."

Thanks to Yang Ming Xiuyi's special body and appearance even though he is not the kind of person who shows off his sharpness, the people here do not have a heavy impression of him even though they discriminate against him because of his black hair and black eyes. Instead, they are polite to him.

This is also what young people are happy to see.

To be honest, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger is stupid. If you pretend to be a pig for a long time, you will become a real pig. It only means that you don't have the self-confidence and courage of a strong person. Any ugly person dares to come up and provoke you. It's a complete joke.

His goal was very clear, he wanted to win the final victory in the holy war, one of the reasons was that the saint was very much in line with his own aesthetics, and at the same time he had a faint understanding in his heart that the jealous witch was inseparable from her.

Even if it wasn't her, it was most likely related to her.

If this kind of intuition comes to you, you won't go wrong.

. . . . . .

"Lady Saint, it's time to take a bath."

The maidservant stood by the saint's side, closing her eyes as she undressed her.

"No need to be so reserved."

"..."

The saint sighed. Her well-intentioned advice was only met with silence.

Ever since she became the saint appointed by Odgulus, her life has changed dramatically. She was originally just an ordinary elf girl, but now she has turned into an object that the entire kingdom has to carefully protect. She is really not used to it.

Taking the bath towel handed to her by the maid, the saint took off her headscarf, revealing a face that could not be seen by anyone else.

The maid beside her had already left quietly.

It was a perfect face that was enough to make everyone exclaim in amazement. She sat in front of the mirror and thought, who could have thought that she was born so perfect? Would her parents who abandoned her regret it now?

Maybe, but in the end I don't want to have anything to do with them.

?382 Saint Bathing

He was suddenly chosen by Odgulus, and then quickly became such a person, enjoying the best education, and successfully channeling the powerful magic power in his body under the guidance of his teacher.

She stared at herself blankly for a long while before she took off her white monk's robe, walked barefoot and gently around the gentle pool.

The water temperature was just right, and she couldn't wait to soak in it, immersing her slender and holy body in the water with a satisfied look on her face.

Although it is a world of difference from my previous life, it’s not bad, right?

She felt a deep sense of disconnection. Although she was already a saint, she was still a simple little girl at heart. Being suddenly forced to adapt to such an identity was not something that everyone could do easily.

The delicate and warm water moistened her body, and she began to recall the tall man with curious eyes on the road.

She herself didn't have any thoughts about the black hair and black eyes, she just looked at him casually.

This was the first time someone looked at me so directly after I became a saint.

She felt inexplicably embarrassed at the thought, even though there was no living thing around her, but she subconsciously wrapped herself up tighter. Most of the education she received was in etiquette and knowledge, and she was still a pure little girl at heart. If it weren't for the support of the maids and guards around her, she wouldn't even dare to look men in the eye.

From a result-oriented perspective, if one is a complete Gustiko, no one would dare to look directly at the face of the saint.

She is the chosen daughter of Odegulus, a god worshipped by generations.

Will that man join the holy war?

Inexplicable emotions began to arise. The man who looked like a good fighter should participate.

Through her education, she has already understood the significance of her identity and the responsibilities that a future knight will bear.

If nothing unexpected happens, that knight will become his closest person besides the god Odegulus, and will always be responsible for protecting him.

At any place and any time, the knight will be by his side and will also help him govern the country in the future.

In history, there were saints who married knights with the blessing of Odegulus.

"Well!"

Soon, she began to realize that her thoughts seemed to have gone too far. Red clouds appeared on her delicate and perfect face, and her white cheeks suddenly turned red.

Although I don't understand the meaning, I am still embarrassed.

The Saint felt shy for no apparent reason.

What would it be like if a saint who was going to become the Pope, the leader of believers and the country, was seen being so shy?

It's a pity that the saint who was born halfway did not fully identify with her identity, but was more of an acceptance. After all, for a child in her early fifteen years old, how could she have a truly complete self-expression?

The rote learning still preserved her purest heart.

She covered her beautiful girlish curves, two small and lovely peaches, her buttocks were firm and perky, her waist was even more slender, and she had no excess fat on her body, a streamlined body.

The inexplicable blush on her face made her look even more beautiful.

He is the knight of hope and future.

"Lady Saint, it's time for dinner."

"Ok."

After the comfortable time of lazily leaning against the edge of the pool, the saint supported her body and stood up from the water.

The magic power worked, drying the wet hair, and the long silver-white hair became brand new and perfect, seemingly glowing.

She hid her shoulders in the white monk's robe again, revealing her small and cute girlish breasts and a pair of slender and smooth legs.

She picked up the comb and pretended to comb her hair, then this saint who had no dignity at all walked out of the bathroom.

. . . . . .

Yang Mingxiu was in the prepared room, lying alone on the bed.

This was the second night I slept alone after I got a girlfriend, and the first time was on my first day in Gancheng.

I really can't get used to it.