"Sister, sister, I'm here!"

Upon entering the venue, Xiaole Wang heard a familiar voice calling out to him.

When someone talks to you, you should definitely respond, not to mention:

The only person who would call him "sister" is probably Curyl and no one else.

As a boy, being mistaken for a girl by an ignorant demon girl and being called "sister";

Xiaole Wang pondered in his mind and found that this feeling was quite nice!

"Xiaole, was someone calling you just now?"

Freya hadn't paid much attention to Curyl's voice, so she couldn't recognize it immediately.

The goddess instinctively followed the voice, but as she tried to avoid the crowd and took a few steps, her waist bumped into something.

"Who set up an obstacle in the venue..."

After holding her knees, Freya opened her mouth, revealing teeth stained with bun skin as she let out a long wail.

"Are you okay?"

Xiaole Wang walked up with concern, raising his hand to support Freya's bent body and patting her back. At the same time, he couldn't help but remind her:

"Be careful when walking! Fortunately, you didn't collide with anything valuable, otherwise I would have to compensate others..."

"What did you say? As someone of my status, am I not even comparable to those worldly possessions?"

"Sister, be clear with your words! If you collide with something valuable, you have to compensate, but if you collide with me, you don't have to, am I that cheap to you?"

Xiaole Wang unintentionally offended two girls with a remark.

Curyl, who unintentionally played the role of "obstacle," and Freya, who accidentally bumped into Curyl while not paying attention when looking for someone;

The two girls didn't have a particularly good relationship, but now, they united in their condemnation of the same target and became like-minded for the first time.

Xiaole Wang had long anticipated the result of being jointly criticized;

It was not a lack of emotional intelligence that caused him to speak without thinking, but rather a laziness to think too much and a lack of intention to please the two opposite sexes around him.

During the chatter of the two girls, he reached out and cleaned his ears;

After finishing cleaning his ears, the content of the conversation changed.

After venting her emotions, Curyl calmed down a bit;

After verbally attacking the person in front of her, her expression softened, and she asked in a somewhat respectful tone:

"Sister, where is our senior? Why couldn't I find her in the venue after searching around?"

So, that's what it was.

Xiaole Wang was already thinking:

How did Curyl become so enthusiastic to come over and greet him when she saw him from afar?

It turned out she was just looking for Lucia, and he, the big sister, was just an added bonus for greetings.

But understanding this, Xiaole Wang was not a petty person and wouldn't react impolitely to the opposite-sex follower in front of him.

"You're asking about Sylvia? She's still sleeping in the hotel, and there's no telling when she'll wake up."

Xiaole Wang informed the follower with his usual tone of voice about the information she wanted to know;

In no time, Curyl's expression changed drastically for the second time, and her gaze at Xiaole Wang instantly filled with disdain.

"Uh, if our senior isn't here, then there's no need for anything regarding the big sister."

It is obvious that Curyl has lost the only reason to stay here, as evidenced by the information just obtained.

After bidding farewell to his elder sister, Curyl dragged his heavy small legs and left the venue with a gloomy face, taking one step at a time.

After the disrespectful attendant left, Wang Xiaolei had a feeling that something was missing from the scene.

Naturally, he didn't think that he was uncomfortable without the chirping noise in his ear; after all, when it comes to noise, Freya was not particularly quiet either.

The departure of Curyl primarily resulted in a decrease in something in the venue.

After some time, Wang Xiaolei realized the reason behind it: "No wonder, I knew something was off. It turns out that there is too little magic energy in the air!"

There is magic energy and holy energy in any air, but the concentration of magic energy in the gas does not determine anything.

The factor that truly affects the purity of magical energy in a realm mainly depends on how many demon tribes are nearby.

When Wang Xiaolei came to challenge for the first time, the magic energy in the air was abundant to the extreme; if an ordinary person who was not accustomed to this power stayed around the venue for a long time, they would experience an uncontrollable dizziness.

But now?

The concentration of magic energy in the air is almost so thin that people with dull perception cannot detect it.

To give an example, it is like the difference between a day with haze and a regular day without haze.

Noticing this anomaly, Wang Xiaolei looked around and found that it was as he had thought:

Since Curyl left, there has been no demon tribe in the entire venue, especially the absence of Ledux.

The annoying guy was not around, which always made Wang Xiaolei feel at a loss.

So he couldn't help but wonder: Where did the second-ranked demon tribe of the Elder House go?

It seems that he hasn't been seen since yesterday.

Based on his judgment of the opponent, Wang Xiaolei came to a conclusion in his mind:

A meticulous demon like Ledux, if he fails continuously for several days, will not be satisfied with the regular way of challenging and is currently brewing a plan to reverse the situation!

The second possibility is that Ledux did want to come but due to some unexpected incident, he couldn't show up for two consecutive days...

"Make way, make way! The Bishop is passing through here, you lowly people clear the road!"

The noisy sound interrupted his thoughts, and Wang Xiaolei lifted his head instinctively and looked towards the source of the noise.

The red-robed bishop, who had to leave the venue halfway through yesterday because he fainted from Curyl's "kick to the face," reappeared today.

As the entourage of the bishop crowded around him, just by glancing at the bishop's crooked nose, one could realize how important the "bodyguard" work was.

Looking at the bishop whose "broken appearance is equivalent to plastic surgery," Wang Xiaolei only thought about one thing at this moment:

Does the injury suffered yesterday, like being injured by the aggressive little girl, count as a work-related injury? Will the church reimburse the medical expenses for the bishop?

Confirming that the fierce little girl from yesterday was not nearby, the bishop finally relaxed, disguised his previous terrified expression, and restored his confident look.

The Archbishop in red stepped forward from the center of the procession, making his way to the front;

He then instructed two attendants to lift the cloak he was wearing from behind him and walk to a conspicuous but less easily ambushed place.

With the entrance of the Church's influence, all the people who came to the venue today were present.

The person in charge of managing the venue today is still Sister Glasses;

Whether it's nobles or commoners, they are familiar with her to some extent, so there is no need for an opening statement.

"Alright, enough chitchat. Before the duel begins, there is something I need to inform those who intend to participate in the challenge."

Sister Glasses is not someone who takes things too seriously, but once she does, her whole demeanor changes.

Under the gaze of everyone present, Sister Glasses cleared her throat;

It's just that no one knows:

Who made the rule that you have to fake a cough before speaking?

"For those who have participated in the challenge, or those who are preparing to, listen carefully:

Starting from today, this event has entered the semi-final stage!"

This statement means that:

Excluding the battle between the winner and the queen, there are only two days left for the match-making martial arts competition.

The citizens suddenly learned this astonishing information and found it hard to accept;

But from the perspective of the organizers, this information is actually easy to understand:

The original purpose of the royal family to hold the match-making martial arts competition was to strike, or even eliminate the power of the Senate;

Now, because of Wang Xiaole's activities, the Senate is left with only three demons, and their strength has greatly diminished;

From the perspective of "weakening," Isabella's original goal of holding the match-making martial arts competition has undoubtedly been achieved in excess.

Isabella's thoughts are straightforward:

Even if there are demons left in the Senate, they will choose not to participate in one of the two remaining matches in the next two days;

Even if things evolve in this way, the remaining days of the event will be just enough for her master, Wang Xiaole, to take care of those two demons one by one!

As for the people remaining in the capital, after witnessing the high-end duel between the master and the demons, they will undoubtedly not have the courage to take the stage again...

If only considering this step, Isabella's arrangement for the remaining time of the event is undoubtedly perfect.

However, the queen also overlooked one detail in her calculations, and that is the possibility of external forces intervening.

Like the Archbishop in red, who came from abroad and does not belong to the existing forces within Dibiles;

His involvement is something Isabella did not consider at all.

Out of his desire for the queen's beauty, the Archbishop would not simply be a bystander in the match.

Maybe it was at the moment when Sister Glasses finished introducing the situation and allowed the match to begin, that the Archbishop, with an insidious expression, went towards the top of the arena.

"Have you lost your way?"

Sister Glasses has attended many grand occasions and naturally recognizes the Archbishop's face.

But she doesn't have much impression of the person in charge before her, and he is not here for this purpose either.

Seeing that she was being ignored, Sister Glasses' tone became impatient, and she raised her voice to tell the other person:

"This is not where the bishop should be! I heard that you are not single, with as many as two digits of concubines in your household."

"So what?"

The bishop's attitude can be summed up in these four words.

Sister Glasses was angry and warned him:

"Get off this stage immediately! This arena belongs to our country's royalty and is used to select a husband for the Queen. Married people are not qualified to perform."

"Ridiculous!"

The bishop snorted.

He didn't even bother to pay attention to anyone in particular, but the words he uttered from his mouth were meant to convey to everyone present:

"I am the Cardinal, one of the four bishops. In the Holy Pope's kingdom, my status is second only to the Pope and the Holy Maiden...

For someone with my identity, it is only natural to have a large number of wives and concubines."

"But the bishop needs to understand: the woman you are involving is our Queen!"

"For a queen to marry someone of high status, this is completely reasonable!

Even if the Queen becomes my concubine, who among those present can say no?"

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

The powerful and resounding sound of the bishop's words being shattered was overshadowed by the sound of the ground breaking apart;

As the ground cracked open, the fragmented sound drowned out the complete speech;

When a figure holding a sword leaped onto the stage, a roar containing a strong sense of opposition instantly shook the entire venue:

"Not only do I dare to say 'no', but I'm also ready to smash your dog head!"