Chapter 11 (2/2)

Using Detective Evil in the Hundred Thousand Mountains was no different from firing a cannon in the toilet. It was simply looking for trouble.

Walter appeared in time and saved Angela and her entourage.

However, he did not expect Angela to get attached to him from then on.

Angela was a Saintess, and her father was the pope. Who dared to provoke her?

Walter did not provoke Angela either, so he always used various excuses to avoid her. He even rarely went to the church.

He did not expect that even though he was hiding in the palace, Angela still came to find him.

“Brother Walter, I heard that you’re going to choose a consort. What do you think of me?”

“I’m already an adult. I can just marry you, hehe!”

When Angela saw Walter, she instantly burst into a big smile and skipped over.

“Stop, what do you know, you little brat?”

“Hurry up and go back. Don’t follow me.”

The moment Walter saw Angela, his head started to hurt again.

It seemed that Angela had also caused a lot of damage to Walter’s original body.

“Brother Walter scolded me, sob sob!”

Angela was despised by Walter the moment they met. She immediately pouted her lips in grievance, and her big eyes quickly filled with tears.

“Stop, you know that I’m most afraid of this.”

“As long as you don’t cry, you can do whatever you want.”

Walter raised his hands in surrender.

He was not good at socializing to begin with, so he was even more helpless against the fickle little fairy Angela.

“Really? Including marrying you?”

As expected, Angela instantly stopped crying and put on a bright smile.

A teardrop was still hanging on her fair little face.

Walter did not know which part of her was a disguise.

“Of course not.”

“Besides, your activities are limited to the palace. You are not allowed to run around, and you are not allowed to cause trouble.”

Walter did not even look at Angela. He turned around and returned to the room, holding his sword with both hands, ready to continue meditating.

Meditation was the way the Sword Saint communicated with the sword.

The Sword Saint’s cultivation method was similar to that of the ascetic monk. He cultivated energy called Qi and needed to maintain peace of mind at all times.

For others, there were too many temptations in this colorful world.

It was very difficult to not be affected by desire and keep one’s mind pure.

For Walter, he wished that no one would pay attention to him. It was rare for him to have peace of mind.

He could be said to be a natural Sword Saint.

Walter’s insistence on not getting married and not accepting concubines had a lot to do with his ability as a Sword Saint.

After all, he had just transmigrated, so there was still a difference between his compatibility with the sword in his hand and his original body.

“Brother Walter, is this a necklace? It’s looks so good. Can you give it to me?”

“No.”

“What’s on it? Damn it, I can’t reach it. Look at me, Hey!”

Clang!

Bang!

A precious piece of porcelain fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

This was porcelain from the distant East, and it was extremely precious even in the royal family.

More importantly, this was a relic left behind by Walter’s original mother.

There were only two in total, and now there was only one left.

Bang!

At this moment, there was not a single one left.

The corners of Walter’s eyes twitched, but he still forced himself to keep his eyes closed and maintain the posture of meditation.

Clang!

An iron jar fell on Walter’s head.

“Angela!” Walter was angered.