Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Indeed, the characteristics of fairies are not suitable for, and absolutely impossible for, to manage this world well."

Upon hearing this, Samael understood that Morgan had given up on the idea, and that the other possibility of the Fairy Round Table Realm was unlikely to actually appear, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Britain is already chaotic enough; if the six major fairy clans were to be dragged into this, the thought would give him a headache.

More importantly, every single one of these fairies is a bunch of troublemakers and clowns; who knows what kind of mischief they'll get up to?

Based on Samael's understanding of these scoundrels, he had no doubt that even if they went too far and caused species extinction and global chaos, he would not doubt it.

It would be best to nip this messed-up outcome in the bud, and at the same time, prevent Morgan from going down the path of self-destruction.

Well, this is his little selfish motive.

Samael shook his head, banishing his distracting thoughts, and then changed the subject, drawing his employer's attention to how to set a trap for the Earth Clan Chief after arriving at the Grand Cathedral.

After repeated discussions and refinements, the two finally finalized their strategy.

After this long conversation, Morgan discovered that his hastily recruited teammate possessed an indescribable wealth of knowledge and wisdom, as if he were a wise man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life.

While sighing, the witch glanced at the person calmly drinking tea, secretly cursing in her heart.

In addition, they are very good at tricking people...

Just as everyone was relaxing, the carriage passed through the thick white fog, and the magnificent fortress in the distance came into view.

The Cathedral, we've arrived!

A moment later, two carriages, completely sealed off, entered the city and stopped in front of the cathedral.

As the curtain was pulled back, a tall, handsome man and woman, carrying a baby, stepped down from the carriage. The familiar aura emanating from them instantly ignited the entire audience.

"Humans! Humans!"

"It's even better than the last one auctioned!"

"Nonsense, it's a thousand times better!"

The fairies from clans like Fengtuyajing excitedly gathered around, chattering excitedly about the "family of three" who had appeared. Their eyes sparkled with curiosity, confusion, and even ill intent...

Unrest arose among the group, and many fairies quietly approached, harboring thoughts of seizing humans and claiming them as their own.

"A bunch of noisy bastards, so incredibly noisy! If you keep looking, I'll gouge out all your disgusting eyes, throw them on the ground, and stomp on them all. Get out of my way!"

On the other carriage, Bavan Shih's brows furrowed in a cold, menacing aura that swept through the surroundings, bringing a chilling sensation.

Such intimidation sent chills down the spines of the surrounding lower-ranking fairies, who temporarily halted their advance and retreated in embarrassment.

"They belong to us cats. If you want them, you can bid for them yourself at the next auction."

The talented actress Habertrot, feigning smugness, recounted her origins, then grabbed Samael and Morgan with each hand, and, full of wonder, led the three human cargoes into the Great Cathedral first.

Such selfish behavior naturally drew a chorus of condemnation from Bavan Shi and Freya, and the two young girls immediately abandoned the carriage and chased after him.

Oh, so it's just more goods sold to the Cathedral...

The three fairies, carrying their human goods, disappeared from sight. Realizing they couldn't afford them and couldn't afford to offend them, the fairies muttered a few words and left dejectedly.

Chapter 44 The Nightmare of Socialite Aurora

In the quiet, elegant room, a figure exuding nobility and beauty leans against the table, pruning the flowers in the vase.

Based on its appearance and size, which are similar to those of a human, it can be vaguely determined that this is a fairy from the Wind Clan.

From afar, her long hair, woven like gold, flowed down her slender shoulders, bound by a laurel wreath; her colorful wings fluttered in rhythm with her breath; her fair, smooth arms, like solidified cream, held delicate scissors, which she gently placed around the flower branches, focused on the art before her. Her every gesture was graceful and dignified, as if a goddess had descended to earth.

"boom!"

Just as the golden-haired wind fairy was engrossed in her work, the door was suddenly kicked open, and an ordinary-looking waiter rushed into the room.

"Chief! Chief!"

Click...

The sudden turn of events caused the blonde wind fairy, who was completely absorbed in her art, to tremble and let her gold-edged gardening shears fall, severing a protruding flower branch completely.

"What's the matter? Why are you shouting like that? I remember teaching you what manners and etiquette are..."

The blonde wind fairy, who had her back to the door, paused, her chest heaving. She took several deep breaths before finally calming down. She turned to look at her subordinate, her tone gentle, but the veins on her arm holding the garden shears seemed to bulge.

Looking at the smiling chieftain, the waiter felt a chill run down his spine and hurriedly stammered his report.

"Yes... three humans were sent by fairies..."

"new?"

"Hmm! Very beautiful, looks very elegant, and the clothes are very exquisite!"

Upon hearing her subordinate's confident report, the golden-haired wind sprite's amber eyes lit up, and a look of excitement and anticipation appeared on her face.

Nobles! They must be human nobles!

Those tasteless idiots only know how to send shallow, lowly people here. What do they know about beauty, what is popular and art?

Honestly, what a waste of my precious time!

Now I can finally witness the life of the upper class, and my collection will grow even more.

"What are you standing there for? Get moving!"

Thinking of this, the blonde wind fairy immediately dropped her gardening shears, stood up abruptly from her chair, and with a touch of arrogance, frowned and hummed softly.

The waiter snapped out of his daze, nodded hurriedly, and led the way.

With the golden-haired wind fairy gone, the room was empty, and the interior furnishings were laid out in full view.

The flowers in the vase still bloom in a riotous display, while a few scattered pieces of flower petals lie beside the delicate gardening shears on the table.

This is the result of a dedicated artist sitting quietly for four or five hours.

In addition, a large floor-length mirror hangs casually in the light, facing the table, chairs, and vase, whether by coincidence or design, I don't know...

At this moment, the elegant blonde wind fairy walked slowly along the winding and poetic corridor, arriving at the door of a quiet room in the backyard of the Grand Cathedral.

This place is not only secluded and quiet, but also surrounded by magic array diagrams.

Of course, in addition to providing a good environment for visitors to talk, it can also prevent valuable goods from escaping.

As she was about to step inside to greet the human guests, the blonde wind fairy smiled elegantly and gently, a smile that was both refreshing and endearing.

However, as the light and shadows shifted and the golden-haired wind sprite stepped into the room, her gaze, which was about to scrutinize the visitor, froze instantly upon landing on a certain spot, her eyes filled with horror.

The next second, the wind sprite stiffened and turned tail and ran away without hesitation.

But in an instant, a slender, fair arm rested on her shoulder, and a gentle whisper echoed in the wind fairy's ears, yet it sounded like the murmur of a demon.

"Why are you running?"

"I'm...I'm sorry, I...I took the wrong turn..."

"That can't be right. You must be Aurora, the master of the Grand Cathedral and the chieftain of the Wind Fairies. We've been waiting for you for a long time. We've heard that you're approachable, but we didn't expect you to make such a joke."

Samael spoke with a smile, and the divine resonance within his words clearly reached the ears of his old acquaintance, causing the dignified chieftain of the Wind Clan to lose his composure and his legs to go weak.

Weren't the gods supposed to be asleep? How come this demon is still walking on the ground? And how did it find its way here?!

Could it be that my secret slacking off during the Covenant War and my refusal to enter Paradise afterward has been discovered?

Aurora's mind was in turmoil, and the more she thought about it, the more terrified she became. Looking up at the smiling face of the ancient deity, she felt like a quail under the claws of a giant eagle, and couldn't help but tremble.

"We've heard that you are the most benevolent fairy in the Nameless Forest, and that you are of noble character and will not refuse to help others. So we need your help with something. If you don't mind, please come in and we can talk."

After a brief, unnoticed exchange, Samael's smile widened, and he offered another round of meaningful praise before leading Aurora indoors.

Faced with this "plea," the helpful "moral exemplar" among the fairies, with a warm and elegant smile, leaned against Samael, sat down tremblingly, and immediately offered to take on all the responsibilities.

"I...I love helping humans the most. Just tell me what you need, and I'll definitely fulfill it!"

After saying that, Aurora didn't forget to glance cautiously at the demon beside her.

Having received a positive response, Morgan felt much more relaxed, but he noticed that the Wind Clan Chief's smile seemed a little stiff.

Moreover, I don't know if it's just my imagination, but that enthusiasm almost bordered on flattery.

"You...know each other?"

The witch frowned slightly, nudged Samael beside her with her elbow, and asked in surprise.

“I am a swordsman who has been practicing martial arts. I met Aurora when I was traveling in Britain before, and we have some acquaintance.”

The ancient serpent answered casually, but its eyes caught a glimpse of the Wind Clan Chief.

“That’s right. Samael has helped me a lot in the past. Now that I’m here at the Grand Cathedral, please just ask me whatever you need me to do.”

Aurora jolted awake, like a wind-up doll, and immediately put on an approachable smile, nodding repeatedly. Her desire to help was evident not only in her eyes, but also in a hint of pleading.

That's terrifying! That's terrifying!

Just thinking about what that devil did to her back then, coupled with her current criminal record, makes Aurora tremble all over.

If it weren't for the other person supporting her, she wouldn't even have a chance to walk.

Please, whatever you want me to do, just tell me quickly so I can get rid of this plague god as soon as possible.

Fortunately, this invisible atmosphere of terror did not last long. Morgan, who was in charge, quickly informed Aurora of his purpose.

"You're going to hold an auction at the Grand Cathedral to lure Favor, the chieftain of the Earth Clan, into showing himself?"

Aurora breathed a sigh of relief after learning the details of the request for help.

Fortunately, it has nothing to do with her.

"I can guarantee that this news will spread to every corner of the Nameless Forest, and no matter where Favor is, he will hear it. But there aren't many things in this world that can move him. Those little dwarves... cough cough... earth fairies... don't understand art at all! They just like to squat in the workshop and tinker with some boring creations, which simply lowers the aesthetic standards of us fairies!"

As her highly tense nerves relaxed, Aurora couldn't help but shed her usual gentle and elegant facade, and began to criticize her fellow human beings with disdain.

Chapter 45 Since we're after thrills, let's go all the way with the perversion!

Clang!

Just as Aurora was complaining, a cold, metallic sound reached her ears, and a magnificent holy sword, as bright as a star, was placed in front of her.

The Wind Clan Chief, like a frightened bird, was startled, his teeth chattering and his body shrinking back.

"I've already chosen what will attract him. Is this enough?"

Samael smiled slightly, revealing his white teeth, like a demon opening its blood-red maw, waiting for its prey to fall into its trap.

Finally, under the gentle persuasion of the ancient serpent, Aurora could not refuse and had no choice but to accept the holy sword with trepidation, naming it the "Steel-Slaying Sword" as the grand finale item of tomorrow's auction.

Of course, as the supreme creation that combines the power of the six major fairy clans, as well as the gods and even the celestial spirits, using the Star-Forged Holy Sword to attract Favor's arrival is absolutely no problem.

But Aurora was afraid that if this thing were lost, the demon would pursue the matter and she wouldn't have enough lives to pay for it.

However, since things had come to this, Aurora had no choice but to accept her fate. She first secured the Holy Sword, and then hurriedly summoned all the spies of the Great Cathedral to spread the message throughout the Nameless Forest.

As a result, Samael and his companions, who were the parties involved, were left with nothing to do but idly drink tea and wander around in the elegant and luxurious courtyard that resembled a palace.

Samael, basking in the sun under the pavilion, teased Bagst with meat strips while watching the fairy girls' daily lives with great interest.

As a restless weaving fairy, Habertrot has benefited greatly from visiting the various art and popular elements piled up within the Great Cathedral since entering it.

A strong creative urge made Habeyoo unable to resist the urge to work. As soon as he entered the hospital, he began to design and rush to complete the project, and even brought in Freya as a model.

After several hours of work, the tightly closed door opened, and a completely refreshed Freya was led by Habetroth to the courtyard.

The finished product is a long dress in blue and white with petal embellishments. It is worth praising that Habertrot does not have the habit of piling on trendy elements like the Wind Fairy, so the style is simple.

Wearing this garment on Freya added a touch of lightness, perfectly complementing the butterfly-winged girl's innocent charm.

Yeah, she has a girl-next-door vibe.

Samael scrutinized him closely, nodded secretly, and gave a fair assessment.

At this moment, in the courtyard, Habert Lotte, with her temporary models, proudly introduced her new products to fellow enthusiasts in the field of art and design.

"Hmph, Bavan Shi, come and see my new design!"

"Tch, how tacky! Your dress is so tacky, it makes you look cheap."

Bavan Shi glanced at it only once before giving it a low score with disdain.

"How could that be! This is clearly the most popular style, my design is perfect! Never mind, you must not know how to appreciate it. I'll leave the rest for Samael and Morgan to see."

A disgruntled Habertrot grumbled in dissatisfaction, then puffed out her cheeks, pulled up Freya, who was also somewhat flustered and dejected, and prepared to leave, but was grabbed by Bavan Shi.