Chapter 631 Chapter 89
The arena for the knight selection was not located on the red stone plaza next to the church, as Verafia had imagined, but in an ancient knight arena within Vinash City.
“It’s a selection for church knights, a sacred matter. Why hold it in an arena like this? Has the Church and the Inquisition run out of gold coins and now need to earn money from ticket sales?”
Verafia puffed out her cheeks, her smooth golden hair sliding down as she moved, touching the soft silk on her shoulders. Her gorgeous golden eyes suddenly lifted, and she exclaimed:
“Really, if I were the Fire Saint of this church, I’d be so angered by them that I’d die!”
Azer simply thought that Miss Verafia, so cute and charming, was merely having a moment of displeasure and smiled. However, those who knew the girl’s true identity, like Igert, couldn’t help but show a hint of amusement.
Despite Verafia’s complaints, there were still quite a few people in Vinash City who held devout faith or respect for the Church of the Fire Saint. Hundreds, and even over a thousand, people had gathered to catch a glimpse from afar.
When Verafia nonchalantly asked the price of a ticket from a merchant who appeared to be a devout believer, she stuck out her slender tongue in surprise… Fortunately, Sirius had gifted them tickets a few days prior, so the girl completely avoided this trouble.
After handing their tickets to the priest waiting at the entrance, Verafia quickly went inside. As for Little Niya, she had specifically asked Sirius for a few extra tickets yesterday, so the red-haired loli, held by Ophi, hadn’t snuck in.
“However, this knight arena is quite large. There probably aren’t many places in all of Peka that can compare.”
Igert stood beside her, looking at her upturned snow-white little face and her big eyes, adorned with bright sunlight under her slender, curly lashes. He smiled and said:
“Perhaps before the Frost Calamity, the people living on this continent also loved competition and yearned for glory… Cardinal Bro and the Church might have chosen this place to try and awaken their memories of the time before the Frost Calamity.”
“You can even explain it like that?”
Verafia blinked, a new understanding of Igert’s ability to make excuses forming in her mind.
However, the youth’s words were likely just a joke. So, Verafia indulged him, tilting her cute face upwards, her golden eyes curving slightly as she put on a willful expression.
“Hmph, I don’t care. They’re just choosing such a large venue because these priests want to make money.”
Igert couldn’t help but smile, reaching out to touch the little head of the girl who was playfully acting spoiled and leaning towards him.
A few people around them heard the girl’s voice and their faces showed surprise at her disrespect. However, they seemed to be guessing her identity and didn’t rashly step forward to reprimand her.
Of course, Verafia was just being deliberately spoiled. She knew very well how much importance the Church placed on this knight selection, with strong individuals hidden all over the arena, and even the Saint Cardinal Bro personally presiding.
“Sister Veer…”
A soft, loli-like voice came from the side. Niya tugged at her hand and pointed to one side, her fiery red eyes blinking. “Over there, there’s a very familiar aura…”
Niya was pointing to Cardinal Bro’s location. If one got closer, they could see a staff placed before him.
Mistetinn’s Staff.
The light in the girl’s golden eyes rippled gently.
Suddenly, a red-haired young man approached her. Azer was now wearing the black cloak he had worn when they first met. Beneath it, he might have been wearing leather armor. While he hadn’t brought his magic short gun from that day, a straight sword edge was placed at his waist.
He had come to bid his temporary farewell. The red-haired young man lowered his head slightly.
“Miss Verafia, I will be unable to accompany you for now. Please forgive me.”
Although they had arrived together, Azer, as a Swordsman recommended by the Count, had entered with Sir Trist.
“What’s that supposed to mean!”
Verafia laughed like a silver bell, her small hands on her slender waist, her delicate face beaming with a smile like a blooming flower. “Besides, Igert, Little Fei, and I came to watch your performance, Azer. You have to win!”
A trace of a smile crossed the red-haired youth’s face. “I will do my best.”
Suddenly, the girl’s gaze shifted slightly. She saw a handsome youth in a black robe behind Azer turn his face towards her, his slightly thin lips curving into a smile, as if acknowledging her.
The light reflected in those pair of deep blue pupils was like the refraction of frost, making her close her eyes.
“Kaino…”
This young knight, who seemed strange no matter how one looked at him, had arrived with Azer.
Verafia’s golden eyes opened, and she turned her head to look at Azer, tilting her little head slightly. “That’s not enough… And that Little Count must really want you to win too.”
When Sirius was mentioned, the smile on Azer’s face slightly faded, replaced by a serious expression. “Yes, I will.”
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After bidding farewell to Azer, Verafia, lacking any interest in conversing with Kaino, whom she saw as a cold, poisonous snake, took Igert’s hand and turned away.
Sirius, as the Lord of Vinash, naturally provided no ordinary tickets. They offered a luxuriously decorated private room with an excellent vantage point, allowing a complete view of the arena.
“Igert, don’t you think so? Azer that guy was completely brushing off what I said. I had to mention the Little Count for him to take it seriously!”
Inside the room, the girl’s voice echoed.
Igert gave a wry smile. He had no idea why this girl’s little head suddenly came up with such thoughts. Her golden eyes suddenly lit up, and she ran to his side, acting cute and spoiled.
Well, speaking of which, why did he have a feeling that this Young Lady’s frequency of acting spoiled had increased in recent days?
Igert mused but didn’t overthink it, simply attributing it to her childish mood.
He smiled and poked the girl’s flawless little face with his finger.
“That’s how it should be. If Azer cared about you more than Sirius, then I’d be the one to be scared and jealous.”
Verafia’s snow-white face blushed slightly, but her golden eyes lifted, and she dodged his hand, then haughtily raised her chin.
“Hmph, is there something wrong with that? Since you guys can have a harem, why can’t I go find other young men?”
