The Cardinal in red felt like he was on his way to heaven - on a painful level. This frail middle-aged man couldn't withstand Curyl's "kick to the face." After being kicked in the face, he fell straight back in a linear fashion, landing on the snow with a sound similar to a snowball fight.

The Cardinal closed his eyes in dizziness, on the verge of losing consciousness. His attendants immediately became anxious.

"Hurry and escort His Eminence back!"

The Crusaders standing nearby were a versatile force. Aside from acting as meat shields, they could also serve as medical personnel when necessary. Since there were no stretchers on site, the Crusaders formed a makeshift "medical team" by folding their elbows inward and supporting the Cardinal's body with their arms instead of a stretcher. In a somewhat "philosophical" pose, the Cardinal was quickly escorted back; clearly, he wouldn't be able to appear at the "competition for marriage" event today.

If there was anyone else at the scene who had a connection to the Church, it would be those lackeys.

"You've injured His Eminence, this matter can't just be left like this."

"Pay money, quickly pay up!"

The scene in front of Wang Xiaole reminded him of professional fraudsters from the Celestial Kingdom, and it left a bad impression.

"I defeated him with my skills, why should I compensate?"

In terms of being "overbearing," Curyl was no different from the majority of the demonic race in the Senate; she would never easily back down.

The lackeys under the Cardinal were disgruntled and thought to themselves:

"We're already resorting to being shameless, why hasn't an ordinary girl like you just submit?"

"Why haven't you brought money to properly comfort our frightened hearts?"

As a result, the issue presented to Curyl was no longer about emotions, but rather a dispute resulting from a shift to violent acts.

Wang Xiaole found the noise around him too loud, so as he protected Lucia carefully, he inserted himself between the two arguing parties. He wasn't there to mediate, just to issue a forced "judgment" on the matter:

"Everyone, regarding the injury to the Cardinal, the person responsible has already knocked him unconscious, and they've put in quite some effort... isn't that enough to settle things?"

The lackeys were dumbfounded by this bandit-like logic.

Because the person responsible for the injury had exerted effort and spent time, the camp of the "victim" couldn't even make basic claims?

They had never heard of such logic before and secretly acknowledged that the black-haired girl on the other side was ruthless enough to even become their teacher in terms of shamelessness.

While they admired her, these people didn't plan on giving up so easily.

Wang Xiaole gently stroked Curyl's head, trying to calm the little girl down, and presented a new argument:

"This child didn't intentionally harm anyone; it's just that because of the snow today, her footing was slippery and she accidentally missed a step..."

Snap!

Just like a crocodile lurking underwater, it doesn't make a sound before taking action. It only opens its mouth and clamps down on its prey at the most opportune moment. In this case, Wang Xiaole suddenly got bitten by Curyl, and the hand that was bitten felt a tingling and numb sensation.

(Whispering) "Why does it feel like the gods and demons I encounter are all like little dogs? They keep biting..."

Wang Xiaole twisted his wrist a few times and finally managed to pull his hand out of Curyl's mouth with difficulty.

At this point, the lackeys couldn't bear it anymore and approached with clenched fists, exuding an imminent threat of violence. They said,

"Can a little girl really step on the face of the bishop?"

"What if it's possible?" replied Wang Xiaole nonchalantly, shaking his bitten hand.

This indifferent attitude became the "spark" that ignited the anger of the people across from him.

"You're lying!"

One of them immediately threw a punch.

"Ouch, ouch."

Faced with the incoming punch, Wang Xiaole stumbled and appeared to slip in place, as if he had lost his footing, completely avoiding the tightened fist.

As his body turned, Wang Xiaole reached behind with his left hand and immediately picked up something upon touching it.

The item that he held in his palm and presented to the group of lackeys, was long in shape and wrapped in several layers of white cloth on the outside.

"How can it be a lie? Aren't all of you living people?" Wang Xiaole raised his left hand, revealing the long item that carried a gust of wind and swayed forward towards the person who had just thrown the punch, too fast for the opponent to dodge.

"Rest assured, I won't lie to ghosts, unless certain individuals want to die and are eager to become ghosts with my help!"

Pinching the handle and giving it a twist, the white cloth that enveloped the object loosened slightly;

From the disarrayed folds of fabric, the chilling gleam of a cold weapon emerged, sending a shiver down the neck of the person not far away.

The lackey who threw the punch felt a cold sensation on his skin, while the rest of them felt a chill deep in their hearts.

"Hmph, we'll spare you this time! Don't make the same mistake again."

Under the blatant threat of the "villains," the group of cowards who took advantage of the weak left with their tails between their legs, not forgetting to utter some harsh words before disappearing.

The item that Wang Xiaole used to intimidate them was the sword he obtained from the basement of the Rainbow Church.

Because Cai already believed that Wang = Wang Xiaole, she considered the weapon, which was his favorite, a gift for his reincarnation.

Perhaps it was the instinct ingrained in his body from his previous life, but it had played a role just now. Wang Xiaole used a sword for the first time and found it unexpectedly easy to use.

What he had just done couldn't be considered scaring off lackeys, saving the damsel in distress, could it?

Forget it, Wang Xiaole had never considered himself a hero, and he was certain that Curyl's figure was a whole age group away from "beauty."

What he had done just now simply brought peace to his ears, and the taste of no one nagging was really pleasant!

"Hey, what's with the show of force? Do you think you're handsome or something?"

Curyl spat at Wang Xiaole's feet and returned to where he had been standing.

This kind of "repaying kindness with enmity" behavior might have appeared quite objectionable in Lucia's eyes, but Wang Xiaole understood:

"Not easy at all. A little girl who hated me because of Sia's influence actually temporarily abandoned her condemnation of me due to the little help I just provided."

The nonsense came to an end.

Amidst the anticipation of thousands of onlookers, Sister Glasses, one of the referees, stepped onto the stage under everyone's gaze.

Now her demeanor resembled that of a released convict;

In a place unknown to most people, she had indeed spent some time in the royal dungeon.

If Isabella hadn't considered their old relationship and chosen to release her last night, Sister Glasses would probably still be in her cell, holding a steamed bun.

"Um, everyone is already familiar with me and the rules of the competition, so let's skip the opening... First, please welcome the defending champion."

Amidst thunderous applause, Wang Xiaole scratched his head and stepped onto the stage.

From the beginning until now, his purpose for participating in the competition was always for the prize money. However, he never expected that on this day, he would be standing as a "human obstacle" in front of countless young boys and girls who wanted to become the "Royal Consort".

If anyone wanted to successfully reach the queen, whether it was the absent Ledux or the injured Bishop in red, they would have to defeat Wang Xiaole.

In this elimination-style competition, there were often situations where one person would face all the participants. The spectators who had watched the battles a few days ago were now eagerly hoping to find out whether this "dark horse" would knock out everyone and claim the beauty, becoming the ruler of the country, or if a new strong contender would emerge and mercilessly eliminate the "dark horse".

On the stage, Sister Glasses made a gesture to Wang Xiaole, indicating that he should do his best, and then announced, "Who wants to challenge the defending champion? Those who want to make a name for themselves should seize this opportunity..."

"I want to take the stage!"

The one speaking was Curyl.

She fully utilized her advantage of being petite and agile, somersaulted onto the stage, and arrived in front of Sister Glasses in an instant.

After taking a few glances at Curyl, Sister Glasses pushed her glasses up with her middle finger, her face displaying a capital "seriousness," and solemnly told her, "According to the laws of our country, girls are not allowed to marry before the age of sixteen. Any marriages before the legal age are considered invalid."

Sister Glasses specifically mentioned the law only to bend down, gently touch the little girl's head with her hand, and kindly say, "Little sister, you're not of age yet. How about coming back in a few years?"

"Who is your little sister? I'm clearly older than you!"

After roughly pushing away the "big sister's" hand, Curyl took out her identification card to prove her identity.

Apart from indicating her own demon race identity, the card also revealed her secret age.

After seeing Curyl's identification card, Sister Glasses widened her eyes as if they were the size of the lenses and her lips formed an expression of disbelief.

"I didn't expect this to be your real age, little sister. Hmm, enlightening."

Once Sister Glasses confirmed that the challenger was of a sufficient age, she raised and then dropped her hand, loudly announcing, "The competition officially begins."

"Wait!"

Originally, the opposing side did not have the power to call for a referee to stop, until Curyl just shouted out.

"Before the official fight starts, I must inform my opponent of some information."

Out of a sense of returning a favor, she turned her head towards her opponent and said, "I am Curyl Phil, the third seat of the Senate. This time, I am not here on behalf of any faction, but for love!"

After completing the step of self-identification, Curyl turned around again, facing Lucia's position in the audience, and with her hands supporting her cheeks, she shouted with determination:

"Senior, I love you! After winning this duel, will you date me?"