From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1516: 681 Remaining Fragrance_1 Chapter 1516: 681 Remaining Fragrance_1 Aspen snuggled up to Anton Cook with a glass of wine, nudged his arm quietly, and whispered, “You’re familiar with the Saintess, aren’t you?”

Anton Cook sat in silence, radiating an aura of chilliness.

Aspen continued on his own: “Although she wore a veil, judging by this prince’s experienced eyes after seeing numerous women, she must not be from Percival.

She shares the same bloodline as you, no wonder you’ve been paying so much attention to her.

You two were acquainted from the start.”

“But her grandiose theories won’t work on me.

I like to take revenge whenever there’s a grudge.”

No wonder his sister failed.

Randa did not possess such heart-bewitching methods.

What the new king needs now is precisely such a Queen Consort, who could help him win over the people’s hearts.

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Aspen took a sip of the wine, his mouth full of fruity aroma, contentedly squinting his eyes.

“Although this country is cold and desolate, the wine here is really delightful.

When leaving, I must bring a few jars back.”

“What about you?

When are you planning to return to Jimenez?

We’re friends now, can I go back with you?

I particularly want to visit Jimenez, could you be my guide then?”

Anton Cook drank his wine in silence.

It wasn’t spicy, but rather sweet and mellow.

However, it was very potent following its initial smoothness.

After a few glasses, he began to feel slightly intoxicated.

Aspen cheekily watched the man close at hand, who somehow looked handsome even while drinking.

As the man sat under the half-bright, half-dim light, he exuded loneliness, aloofness, and desolation.

The liquor flowed along his sharp jawline and down his long neck, every protruding vein underscoring his lethal magnetism and allurement.

This damn attraction.

“Enough.” Cello Cook, grabbing Anton Cook’s hand that was about to pour more wine, coldly said with a frown: “This wine has a strong kick – stop drinking.”

Anton Cook paused for a moment, put down the glass, stood up, and said, “I shall take my leave now.”

With decisive words, he departed the banquet.

Aspen smiled at Cello Cook and immediately got up to follow.

The city had just come under an emergency today, and the King’s Palace was densely populated by the forbidden army; every five steps there was a guard post, every ten steps a sentry post.

Apart from the banquet hall, all other places in the palace were off-limits.

As soon as Anton Cook stepped out of the main hall, he was blocked by the forbidden army.

“Escort him back.”

A gentle voice came from nearby.

The captain of the forbidden army did not even see the person behind the voice before he immediately knelt on the ground.

“Underling pays his respects to the King.”

Anton Cook turned his head to see.

The man was wearing a white robe and standing in the light under the corridor.

His deeply handsome features made him appear even more elegant and noble.

His hands were behind his back, and a gentle smile on his lips was extremely inviting and accessible.

However, if anyone thought him easy to approach because of this, they would be greatly mistaken.

The two of them were two meters away, one standing on the corridor and the other standing at the bottom of the stairs.

As their eyes met, undercurrents surged.

Aspen belatedly realized that it seemed as if the air around him had solidified, making it hard to breathe.

The captain walked up to Anton Cook and respectfully said, “Mr.

Cook, I will escort you back to the hotel.”

Anton Cook turned around to leave, his fingers which hung by his side tightly clenched into a fist.

Liam Anderson stood on the corridor, watching the man’s figure gradually fade into the night until it completely disappeared.

The corner of his lips quirked up slightly, his smile mocking and indifferent.

“Keep an eye on him, report immediately if there is any movement.”

A shadow disappeared into the night.

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Holy Temple.

Nikita Parker held Aubree Groove’s hand, scrutinising her closely, “It was really dangerous at that time, how dare you…?”

She was someone who had experienced death, with no fear of it, but Aubree Grove was different.

Thinking about it now still made her heart palpitate.

“I’m fine.

I’m sorry to have worried you.”

Nikita Parker lovingly caressed the Young Lady White’s cheek, “You are too kind-hearted, I am both proud and heartbroken for you.”

This daughter was never ordinary, and Nikita Parker had a feeling that she would eventually not be able to keep her.

A sense of desolation arose in Nikita Parker’s heart.

At this moment, the Vermilion Bird announced, “Holy Master, Saintess, there’s an urgent matter to report.”

Nikita Parker hid her emotions and said gently, “Enter.”

Vermilion Bird pushed open the door and walked in, presenting a document with both hands.

Nikita Parker took it and looked it over, her face cold and stern: “I see, it’s this two-faced scoundrel.

Bring her to me, I will interrogate her myself.”

Vermilion Bird’s head hung even lower: “At the first sign of trouble, the King had already sent people to control her.

Just now, her body was dragged to the doghouse outside the palace.”

Nikita Parker sneered: “Indeed, he does nothing half-heartedly.”

With a heart cold enough to feed the body to the dogs.

She glanced at Aubree Groove without noticing, and Aubree Groove’s face remained calm, seemingly unfazed.

“I failed in my duties and was beguiled by the traitor, putting the Saintess in danger.

I ask for the Holy Master’s punishment for my insufficient leadership.”

“Half the Silver Armor Guard defected to him over the years, I was not ignorant of it.

But what I didn’t expect is that even your men, Vermilion Bird, are full of holes.

Strictly speaking, you are indeed guilty.

However, you have always served me loyally and diligently over the years.

How could I bear to punish you?

Get up.” Nikita Parker said in a warm voice.

This mix of kindness and strictness was undoubtedly the most effective towards Vermilion Bird, who felt even more grateful in his heart.

“I would not hesitate to die a thousand times to repay the Holy Master and the Saintess.”

As Vermilion Bird left the main hall, he reflected on the current situation.

The new King wasn’t as easy to fool as the old King; he is clearly shrewd.

The Holy Master had helped him to power, but his ambition didn’t stop there.

It was clear that Ama had been with the King for a long time.

The King extended his reach to Pethkids through her.

So was this attack on the Saintess orchestrated by Ama or did it involve the King’s hand?

The poison capsule carried by Alora Hart was very light and fatal in a very short range of no more than five people.

This gas’ distinguishing feature was its light weight and heavy characteristics with a narrow range of transmission.

This was clearly a plot specifically targeting the Saintess.

If the King was unaware, it means Ama took matters into her own hands.

Why would she want to put the Saintess in danger?

What is the reason behind it?

If the King was aware, is this proof that he is preparing to turn against the Holy Master?

In any case, the current situation inside Inracetales is complicated, especially with the delegations from various countries present.

They had to be more vigilant in the future.

As Vermilion Bird entered the yard, he saw Deonte Basil shirtless kneeling on the execution platform.

On seeing Vermilion Bird come in, Deonte Basil lowered his head.

“Boss, I messed up.

I am here to accept punishment.”

Vermilion Bird looked at him coldly.

“Do you know what punishment you’ll get?”

“Dereliction of duty, resulting in serious consequences—two hundred lashes and reassigned to the Archive Room where I’m only allowed to leave if summoned by the boss.”

“Do you realize that two hundred lashes could cost you half your life?”

“It’s the punishment I deserve.”

Vermilion Bird looked at him intensely and said coldly, “Carry out the punishment.”

All were present to watch the punishment, serving as a warning to others.

By the end of his two hundred lashes, Deonte Basil’s back was a mess of flesh and blood.

He was deeply unconscious.

Everyone watched the scene, their hearts in their throats, reminding themselves to remain loyal and dutiful.

Deonte Basil was carried into the room by two Silver Armor Guards.

Vermilion Bird was about to summon a doctor to check on Deonte Basil’s health.

A delicate fragrance drifted over.

Vermilion Bird’s reaction was faster than his thought as he respectfully bowed.

“Saintess.”

The Young Lady in White walked slowly towards them, her face enshrouded in a veil, adding an air of mystery.

Vermilion Bird looked up and saw that she had already walked past him into the room.

Arriving by the bed, she first checked Deonte Basil’s pulse and wound on his back.

Then, she took out a brown pill, put it in Deonte Basil’s mouth, and gently tapped his jaw.

Unconscious Deonte Basil somehow swallowed the pill.

At that moment, a Silver Armor Guard brought over the tools to treat wounds and specially formulated ointment.

Vermilion Bird took the tray at the entrance and walked in.

“Saintess, let me handle this.”

Aubree Groove didn’t reply, she simply picked up the tool and started treating Deonte Basil’s wounds.

The wounds were deep and quite extensive, making it difficult to treat.

Nonetheless, she worked patiently with practiced skill.

Vermilion Bird’s gaze shifted from her hands to her face.

It was late at night, and the room was filled with flickering light.

The young lady’s profile was calm and tender, a beauty that stopped the time.

Vermilion Bird found himself lost in thought.

After Aubree Groove had finished dressing the wound, she said calmly, “I lack a guard at my side.

When his wound is healed, have him come to me.”

“Deonte Basil is fortunate to have the favor of the Saintess.”

Aubree Groove sensed that something was off with Vermilion Bird’s voice.

When she turned her head, he had already lowered his gaze.

From her perspective, she could only see his stiff nose, the man radiating an unapproachable coldness.

This cold demeanor seemed more intense than before.

Aubree Groove didn’t want to say much.

After giving a few instructions about Deonte Basil’s condition, she left the room.

Vermilion Bird stood there, looking at his open palm.

It seemed to him the air still carried a lingering fragrance from her touch.