"It seems we have an unexpected guest! Let me think, this is like the young doe in the mountain folk tales, recklessly barging into the hunter's trap. Miss Magdalene, you are most welcome," Marquis Youxi laughed.
The Nun Princess glared at him resentfully, her gaze still mostly on the hands of High Priest Molosi, her face revealing both surprise and apprehension, betraying the anxiety in her heart. The Marquis turned back: "Lord of Priest, how do you plan to deal with this beautiful lady?"
"You'd better not get any ideas about her. This woman's identity is very complex and is trouble you cannot afford to provoke," Priest Moluo replied sternly.
"Ha, you must be joking, Lord of Priest," Marquis Youxi laughed heartily, "Women—I have many. Compared to those gentle and tender, soft as water women, I have always had little interest in provoking roses with thorns."
The High Priest glanced at him.
