Pretend to be the host, pretend to be in love!

Chapter 1091 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (79)

The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (Seventy-Nine)

As the memory ended, Sarah Mandy turned her head, and Alpha's face, which looked calmer, more composed, and more handsome than the hero's, also turned to the side at the same time, his eyes reflecting only her image.

Alpha's slightly concerned voice came from beside her, "What's wrong, my princess?"

Handsome, powerful, and a noble mage, most importantly, even though this guy is already a high-level mage, he will lower himself to please me, which is completely different from that hero.

Sarah Mandy immediately forgot her father's instructions. As long as she was in the team, if they managed to take down the magician, they could easily claim credit for it.

As for the hero, if the father likes him so much, he can marry the hero himself.

Sarahmandy is of noble status, and even the Temple of Light has to give her some face. This time, Bishop Iphis, who is in charge of dealing with the plague magic, temporarily put aside everyone else and came to greet her personally.

"Princess Sarahmanti welcomes you. Your glory shines like the most dazzling jewel. May the God of Light bless you."

With a kind expression, he extended his hand, and Sarah Mandy naturally placed her fingertips, which were covered by a white veil, on his hand. Iphis then gave her a kiss on the hand.

"Welcome to this banquet, you and your magician. Have a good time."

He didn't even glance at Alpha's identity, after all, in his eyes, this lucky fool was just a lucky one who had been temporarily 'chosen' by the princess, a mere magician, not someone he needed to care about.

Sarah Mandy was used to it; she didn't notice Alpha's body stiffen for a moment and remained arrogant.

"I don't think there's anything fun about this place. I'm only here tonight to give you bishops face. We're here to deal with the plague magic. I heard that things have gone crazy here because of the plague magic?"

Iphis pondered for a moment, then smiled and gestured to the side.

"Why don't we enjoy the banquet tonight first? I think we need a more suitable place to discuss the matter of plague magic in detail."

Although he was willing to give Sarah Mandy some face, it was only because Sarah Mandy was a member of the royal family.

In fact, he volunteered to take on this plague magic incident, naturally aiming to gain prestige by personally resolving the problem.

There are many bishops in the Temple of Light, but to climb higher, one needs a lot of popular support.

Thinking of this, Iphis's eyes flickered, but she spoke with a compassionate tone.

"Moreover, the believers here have been tormented by the terrible plague magic for too long, and I think they must be feeling uneasy and desperate because they are trapped in darkness. Before these things are resolved, I think they need a grand gathering presided over by me to drive away these unsettling atmospheres."

Sarah Mandy showed some dissatisfaction, but Effie didn't care what Sarah Mandy thought at all.

So what if they're a hero's team? His contact with them was merely a backup plan; even if they actually succeeded…

Effie's eyes flickered even faster. Even if this team really had that ability, he had already done everything he was supposed to do.

Moreover, what he is doing now is clearing away many obstacles for the hero, and he can use this as an excuse to boast about his achievements in the future.

And a grand event he initiated in this small town would likely further enhance his prestige among his followers.

Those foolish, ignorant fellows will surely be eager to deliver what he wants to his doorstep. Then he can take out what Cassandra gave him, and the little plague magic will be dealt with beautifully. Even the hero's party will have to admire his 'effort'.

Everything was so perfect. Ephis slowly left with a smile on his lips. What he didn't notice was the twisted resentment in Alpha's eyes as he stood next to Sarah Mandy behind him.

Damn it, damn it, damn it, he needs to climb even higher, even higher!

Then all those arrogant guys will be trampled under his feet, hahahahaha!

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"Mr. Pierre, are you leaving?"

Outside Lionheart City, there was a manor owned by an elderly gentleman named Tulls, who was famous for his charity. The people of the surrounding territories were very grateful to him and would often help him clear weeds from his manor. Sometimes they would secretly bring him the freshest flowers and wild fruits, and they always hoped that he would live to be a hundred years old.

He was standing with Ray at that moment, trying to stop Lance from leaving.

"I have to leave; there are still many things I need to do."

Lance, using the alias Pierre, dressed like a nobleman. In fact, his attire was indeed aristocratic, a style contributed by Tours.

Tours looked into Mr. Pierre's resolute eyes and a pang of regret crossed his mind.

He should have known long ago that a big shot like Mr. Pierre would not stay in one place for long.

He only hesitated for a moment before saying, "Then please be sure to let me prepare some food and other necessary medicines for you. I will have someone arrange it right away. Please wait here with Mr. Lei for a moment."

The steward and he left temporarily. Ray watched them leave before stepping forward and bowing slightly. "Mr. Pierre, if you have urgent business to attend to, I can pass on your message."

Lance glanced at him, thought for a moment, and then shook his head.

"No need, it won't make a difference to take a little more time."

Ray seemed somewhat puzzled. Lance, sensing the state of disrepair of the body, casually offered an excuse.

"Although it was just a monetary exchange, the medicine we brought did cure him. A little food is all it takes to put his mind at ease, which is perfect."

His original intention was to avoid further involvement with these people, but Lei misunderstood him.

Lei thought for a moment, then his expression suddenly dawned on him.

“Okay, I understand, Mr. Pierre.”

That's right! The potion they brought did indeed cure the nobleman, Turs, and as Mr. Pierre had said, their recovery potion was now not only seen as a thorn in the side by the temple, but also as something that some nobles could control.

To protect the recovery potions and ensure they reach more deserving individuals, they need more allies. Only by becoming stronger can they protect these resources.

As for Turs, if there are no problems with the food he brings, then Turs would be a good candidate to become their ally!

As expected of Mr. Pierre, no, perhaps this was a scheme by that Lord Nings. Praise them!

"Ah!"

Song Ning rubbed her red nose. "Who's thinking about me? Or is it just too cold?"