Freya thought to herself:

"If I were still at the peak of my power, I could completely use the power of the 'Cupid's Bow' to make Lucia and Isabella, Xiaole's two wives, live together peacefully!"

The so-called "Cupid's Bow" is a kind of divine weapon.

The concept of "divine weapon" is equivalent to an enhanced version of a "magical item";

Compared to regular magic items, they are like the difference between "common magic" and "forbidden spells."

In terms of value, divine weapons are extremely precious;

Not every angel or goddess living in the divine realm is qualified to own such a rare item.

However, Freya, being the goddess of love, holds a relatively high position in the divine realm;

So, it's not too difficult to understand why she would have such a divine weapon in her possession.

Among all the divine weapons, the "Cupid's Bow" is considered quite special:

The arrows shot by this bow have the effect of making the two targets who are hit by them irresistibly fall in love with each other.

What Freya was thinking is:

If Lucia and Isabella fell in love with each other, there would certainly no longer be any conflicting situations between them.

She truthfully told Wang Xiaole about this idea, which left him deep in thought upon hearing it.

If Freya's plan were to become reality, scenes like the following would surely emerge:

On a morning when birds are chirping, Lucia would get up from bed, lazily stretching her body;

After blinking her delicate eyelids a few times, Lucia would walk out of the bedroom and casually glance around, only to see Isabella busy in the kitchen wielding a kitchen knife;

Admiring her hardworking nature, Lucia would approach and gently embrace Isabella from behind, feeling the warmth of her body against hers;

Due to being preoccupied with work, Isabella would not readily accept the tender hug from behind;

Nonetheless, as time passed, with her head tilted slightly down and leaning into the comforting embrace from behind, she would gradually get used to it, still clad in a pure white apron.

And Wang Xiaole, standing by and observing the two women, would eventually blend entirely with the surrounding scenery...

After briefly imagining the scenario, Wang Xiaole quickly shook his head a few times.

Freya regretted her lack of power, but Wang Xiaole was relieved that she was no longer at the peak of her abilities.

"Let's just forget about it!"

Wang Xiaole's intention was not just to reject the plan now, but also to prevent Freya from realizing it even if she were to regain her power.

Because if that imaginative scene were to be brought to life by Freya, the two women would indeed get along, but he would end up feeling unnecessary.

"I better not rely on such external means, let me figure out something on my own."

Although it's still challenging to make the two women coexist harmoniously, isn't it true that where there's a will, there's a way?

For example, Freya initially had conflicts with Lucia as well;

But what about now?

Their conflicts are no longer as irreconcilable as they used to be.

Wang Xiaole believes:

With his own mediation, he can gradually make the two young women accept each other.

Of course, this process will not be short, and there's no rush at the moment;

To identify the current top priority or immediately necessary matter, Wang Xiaole can only take action and make a difference.

"Freya, tilt your head!"

"Huh?"

Freya couldn't understand the meaning of those short seven words, and Wang Xiaole, realizing the other party's slow brain immediately, said, "Never mind, I'll do it myself...."

Wang Xiaole moved his left hand to hold back the black hair that was about to blow into his eyes; then, using his right hand, he removed the long sword that he carried with him, flipping the hilt back toward himself, causing the sharp edge to point diagonally forward.

From Freya's perspective, this action of his seemed like he was going to stab himself with the sword, causing her to feel anxious.

"Why? What did I do wrong?"

The sword edge couldn't answer Freya, just continued to move forward.

"If it's because I eat a lot normally, and Xiaole feels he can't afford to keep me... I'm sorry, I'll control myself in the future!"

The current Wang Xiaole, with a sideways glance and actions regardless of consequences, deliberately ignored the humble gesture of clasping his hands together.

"Aren't you putting away your sword yet? You're so intolerant... Damn it, even if I ascend to heaven, I won't spare you, Xiaole!"

When pleading for mercy proved futile, Freya displayed the final dignity of a goddess, like facing punishment, waiting for the impending sword thrust.

Clang!

It was not the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh, and under normal circumstances, a human body should not produce a metallic collision sound.

However, that sound still echoed.

What Freya thought in her mind was:

she was probably pierced in an instant.

Very strange, though, there was not a hint of pain coming from her body, making her doubt whether she was numbed by the situation.

To confirm her appearance in her final moment, Freya lowered her head to look at herself now, finding no difference from usual.

If she turned her head, she would notice another thing:

the jet-black long sword had arrived at the left side of her head, so close to her cheek with hair draping down, thrusting out from her side in an instant.

At that moment, Freya understood:

the target of the long sword was not herself!

In fact, the source of the colliding sound caused by the long sword was an exceptionally sharp-looking whip.

The whip came from the shadows.

However, it was late at night, so it was hard to say which direction belonged to the true "lighted area" in the absence of bright light.

Initially, the whip's predetermined target was Freya's head, which she did not perceive as dangerous;

her perception was not as strong, but Wang Xiaole had anticipated the imminent danger a few seconds ahead.

Wang Xiaole had requested her to "tilt her head" to slightly deviate her head from the whip's striking direction.

Unfortunately, Freya's reaction speed was very limited;

this made Wang Xiaole, after a second of contemplation, decide to take action himself.

He picked out and slashed forward with the long sword, attacking the whip at a cunning angle, blocking the whip's body from the side, resulting in a symphonic collision sound.

Impressive combat reflexes—so thought the person who wielded the whip.

"Impressive, Xiaole!"

This compliment did not come from Freya, who actually hadn't uttered a word since the beginning.

In the entire alien world, there was only one being who would address Wang Xiaole as such—only a god and a human.

"The 'god' is the protected party, even if suddenly schizophrenic, it would not be possible to simultaneously prepare to whip oneself and also be distracted to praise someone else.

As a result, it can be concluded that the one praising Wang Xiaole can only be that 'person'.

The moonlight tonight is still so bright, as if it were the same night as yesterday.

The tense fingertips slid on the smooth cheeks, and under the ensuing glow of the overhead light, Charley walked straight ahead.

'Good night.'

In this time when health enthusiasts have almost all gone to sleep, a few 'night owls' remain in this secluded place, standing facing each other.

Charley looked at Wang Xiaole, occasionally glancing towards Freya's direction; Wang Xiaole, however, had a steady gaze, focused on the whip held by Charley since their appearance.

Obviously, the whip aimed at Freya is Charley's weapon.

Regarding Charley's sudden attack, Wang Xiaole thought that perhaps the conclusive answer could be found in something the other party had said before: 'It's okay to play with them, but Xiaole, don't get emotionally involved! Otherwise, I will have to find a time to have a good chat with them...'

Wang Xiaole always remembered Charley's prior words, and from that time until now, did not consider it a joke with a dark humor style.

Charley's attitude was serious; towards any woman who got too close to Wang Xiaole, there was indeed a release of murderous intent, which could even turn into actual actions.

Of course, a person with a serious attitude surely couldn't have only that.

And in the next moment, Wang Xiaole fulfilled the words spoken before by pulling his wrist habitually when Charley began to cause trouble for the girls around him.

Clang!

At present, Wang Xiaole pointed at the opposite sex, Charley, with a sword gesture, from lifting his hand to drawing the sword, without even the slightest hint of hesitation.

'Oh dear, Xiaole wants to hurt me?'

'You were the first to think of hurting my 'rice worm' back at home!'

Even if Freya's mind wasn't right, giving her a whipping wouldn't make her smarter; moreover, Charley, who decided to whip her, was not motivated by any benevolent thoughts of 'improving intelligence' when he swung the whip.

Doing harmful things did not stem from good intentions;

Considering the two points above, Wang Xiaole really couldn't think of any reason to put down the weapon at the moment.

Charley seemed to sense the other person's thoughts and decided to provide a reason or rather a reason that the other party could not refuse:

'Interested in hearing about important information regarding the church?'

'If it's just general information, I don't care.'

'Then what about information related to the queen, would that be important to Xiaole?'

The brain reacted to the keywords.

Wang Xiaole slightly lowered the raised sword, then asked in return:

'Not a lie?'

'What benefit would lying bring me? It would only lower my favorability in Xiaole's eyes, right?'

Indeed, that makes sense.

Although Wang Xiaole could not fully trust Charley, they still calmed down momentarily and began to exchange information with the other party."

He turned the information Charley collected into a crucial sentence:

"The Red Bishop intends to do something unspeakable to his disciple tonight, with the help of the undercover serving maid in the palace!"

This information was crucial and at the same time, it was like adding fuel to the fire, completely igniting Wang Xiaole.

"I should have chopped off the Red Bishop when I had the chance earlier..."

Fortunately, it's not too late now. Wang Xiaole took it as a way to make up for the past, and he set off to do what needed to be done.

"Let's get one thing straight: while I'm at the palace, Charley, you won't cause any more trouble with Freya, will you?"

Facing Charley now was like facing a fierce beast, and seeing Charley's suddenly fierce look, he was not willing to confront it head-on.

"Xiaole, relax! Since my recent sneak attack failed, this unpleasantness will have to be left at that."

Charley kept his promise.

Having perceived the genuine sincerity without any deception, Wang Xiaole remained unfazed, only patting Freya's head before immediately turning to leave.

"What are you going to do?"

Freya's voice of questioning came from behind.

"I'm going to take care of someone who should have died a long time ago!"

The anger that had been festering deep inside the person involved was now overwhelming and intense!