Female Supreme: Holy Son, you don’t want to be discovered, right?

She walked straight up to Farah. Although she was wearing a robe, her tall, oppressive body was shocking.

"Fara, I know you just found a holy master from a merchant. Please name a price." Simosa's tone was solemn and full of demands.

She leaned forward slightly, and her powerful aura pressed towards Farah.

However, Farah still sat on the sofa, seemingly at a disadvantage but not affected at all.

Facing the burly Simosa, she still gracefully held the teacup in her hand, gently blew on the lightly floating tea leaves on it, and then took a sip elegantly.

The whole movement was smooth and calm, as if she was enjoying an exquisite afternoon tea. There was always a faint smile on her face, the kind of calmness that came from a superior person.

Simotha looked at Farah's calm demeanor and raised her voice significantly: "Fara, you are not only disrespecting me, but also the entire association."

She tried to use the association to intimidate Farah, but Farah didn't care at all. She is no longer the same person she used to be.

"Ding-Dang" the teacup and the saucer made a slight clinking sound, as if it was an alarm bell to end the confrontation.

Farah's movements were smooth and deliberate. With an elegance that almost froze time, she slowly placed the cup back on the table.

Then, she slowly raised her head and looked directly at Simosa with her deep green pupils.

There seemed to be endless secrets and a deep forest hidden in those eyes, which actually shocked Simosa's heart.

"Please sit down first." Farah's voice was magnetic and powerful, as if it had a magical power that could penetrate the most tense nerves and make people relax unconsciously.

After realizing that Farah was difficult to deal with, Simosa hesitated for a moment, and finally had no choice but to sit on the sofa opposite Farah.

And the moment she sat down, she took a deep breath, trying to adjust her emotions and temporarily suppress her anger and anxiety.

She was well aware that she needed help from someone, and any excessive emotions in front of Farah might be detrimental to the purpose of her trip.

Farah, who was sitting opposite, had a straight back without any stiffness, and it seemed that every inch of her muscles was just right, combining elegance and comfort.

Her legs were gently crossed, showing her feminine beauty without losing her dignity.

"Simotha, you disturbed my wife and I today just to buy a man from me." Farah opened her seductive red lips and frowned slightly, "What do you think I am, a slave trader?"

"No, that's not what the president meant!" Simosa's subordinates at the side suddenly spoke up. She would not allow the president to be viewed like that by Farah.

"Cough cough."

Simosa's face looked ugly, and his men had to retreat in disappointment, but this made Simosa's momentum weakened all of a sudden.

Finally, she could only sigh and close her eyes: "Just tell me, what exactly do you need to agree to this?"

Farah looked at the cold tea in front of Simosa and said, "You still don't consider me a friend. You are still wary of me."

Simosa had no choice but to pick up the teacup, drink the cold tea in one gulp, and then show Farah the empty bottom of the cup.

"Fara, you know, I didn't want the association to get involved in any trouble, especially since you..."

Simosa only said half of her words, because Farah's identity on both the Empire and the Holy See made it impossible to tell her side. The Adventurer's Association, which always maintained neutrality, did not want to have too close a relationship with Farah.

What's more, Simosa didn't like Farah's personality, especially her bloody rule when she first came here.

Hearing this, Farah frowned and sighed: "Simotha, I know that you have always been in a high position in the association, have a wide network of contacts, and have powerful subordinates protecting you."

Farah's green pupils seemed to be staring into Simosa's heart.

"But now you come to me and ask for my help, but you have no respect for me at all. You don't even want to call me count."

Simosa's face darkened. How could she not know what Farah meant?

This requires her attitude, and more importantly, she needs to express an attitude on behalf of the association.

But now she can only bow her head. She can let go of everything, but she can't let go of her weak daughter.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally stood up from the sofa and bowed slightly with her tall body.

"Count, please help me. My daughter is sick and needs the light healing technique of the saint."

Farah finally got the respect she wanted, so she stopped making it difficult and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Of course I can't sell him. He's my wife's friend, but if he just helps with the treatment, then that's fine."

At this time, behind that seemingly solid wall.

Xing Feng, Aaron and a group of maids in white watched the scene quietly.

The one-way mirror made of crystal makes it impossible for the people inside to notice that there is someone watching from the other side.

At first, seeing that Farah seemed to be in a weak position, Xing Feng was worried for her.

But Farah completely reversed the situation with just a few words.

Although Xing Feng knew Farah's wit and adaptability in social situations, seeing her control the situation so calmly made him look at her with admiration.

Although her words were not sharp, her attitude was extremely strong, and Xing Feng couldn't help but feel admiration for her.

But after hearing the conversation between the two, Xing Feng noticed some problems.

What kind of illness must the Holy Master cure? Can't some medicine be used?

At the same time, the maid next to him also noticed Xing Feng's confused expression, and she quietly explained the current situation to him.

"Your Highness, the Holy See has gathered together all the light magicians in the continent. On the surface, it seems to be training them, but in fact, it just takes them for itself. Ordinary people have to pay almost everything to get cured. Although potions can cure many diseases, they are too expensive and rare, and ordinary people can hardly afford them. If you encounter some difficult and complicated diseases, there is no medicine to cure them, and you can only wait to die."

Hearing this, Xing Feng's mood became heavy.

He had always known that the Holy See had some control over magic and medicine, but it was not until this moment, through the maid's explanation and Aaron's experience of being trafficked, that he began to think about the darkness and deeper problems hidden behind the Holy See.

He once thought that Aaron was mistakenly believed to be a saint and sold out, and it was just the work of some evil forces.

But now he began to wonder if there was a deeper connection between all this.

If all this is not a coincidence, then the Holy See's monopoly on the light mages of the entire empire is equivalent to monopolizing a large amount of medical resources.

Such a large-scale monopoly will never lead to any actions that benefit the people.

Mastering healing is actually equivalent to mastering the power of life, and the Holy See’s desire for power may have long overshadowed its respect for life.

Selling holy teachers who can heal to wealthy businessmen and nobles is not only a way to make money by taking advantage of human blood, but also a way to continuously establish a terrible and corrupt network of relationships.

From top to bottom, from head to toe, from internal organs to bone marrow, the stench of decay continued to emanate.

However, the Holy See disguised itself under the cloak of light and justice, and continued to attract countless people.

Xing Feng suddenly felt a chill and a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart, as if he had glimpsed an extremely dark corner.

At this time, the maid also came forward to tell Aaron that she needed to go with her to solve this problem for the president of the association.

Xing Feng also took the initiative to express that he wanted to go together. After all, Aaron was his friend, and he didn't want anything to happen to Aaron again.

...

After finishing the negotiation with Farah, Simosa watched the wall behind Farah slowly open, revealing the secret room.

Aaron stepped out from the shadows, and his appearance immediately caught the president's attention.

It turns out that this is the Holy Master. He is so handsome and cute. I feel healed just by looking at him for a few seconds.

Then, Simosa saw Xing Feng following Aaron.

Xing Feng wore a hood, as if trying to hide his face, but even so, his otherworldly temperament and vaguely visible beautiful appearance easily attracted her attention.

Under the hood, a strand of hair like a waterfall inadvertently fell, fluttering in the wind, emitting a slight luster.

Although Xing Feng's eyes were hidden in the shadows, they could not conceal their brilliance, as if they contained a light that could see through people's hearts.

Although Simosa was a woman accustomed to situations of power, she was briefly shocked by Xing Feng's handsome appearance and the unique temperament he exuded.

I have never seen a beauty with such temperament, and I was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, Farah's eyes suddenly softened.

She walked quickly towards Xing Feng and held him gently in her arms.

Simosa's eyes wandered between Xing Feng and Farah, as if she was pondering the relationship between them.

After all, this young man seemed to have just reached adulthood, so Simosa did not think of a closer relationship with him.

"Who is this?"

"This is, of course, my wife." Farah noticed the president's gaze, and her expression became smug and domineering.

Without any hesitation, she lowered her head and gently kissed Xing Feng on the cheek.

This action was not only an expression of deep affection for Xing Feng, but also a declaration to everyone present - this is my wife, my beloved.

"Fara..."

Xing Feng couldn't help blushing, but he was not surprised by Farah's action. A faint blush appeared on his face, which was a response to Farah's affection and also a tacit approval of her domineering behavior.

He let Farah gently wrap her arms around his waist, shyly showing Farah's love for him in front of everyone.

This scene also made the president slightly stunned.

She realized that Farah had finally found the love that truly belonged to her, which was undoubtedly a rare happiness.

Although she came here to seek help, at this moment, she expressed her respect and blessing for the deep relationship between Farah and Xing Feng.

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Chapter 99: Just a Small Favor

The center of the city, the majestic Adventurers Guild.

The entire building is made of rough stones, and the walls are covered with traces of time and ivy. Above the magnificent arch is engraved the association's logo, a sword inserted in the stone, symbolizing adventure and courage.

The group followed Simosa and passed through the association's wide and old oak door. The first thing that caught their eyes was the huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the entire hall.

A huge task bulletin board, which is densely covered with various task lists, ranging from finding rare medicinal herbs, hunting ferocious monsters to treasure hunting and expedition.

On the other side of the hall were rows of tables and chairs for adventurers to rest and plan.

Xing Feng remembered that the last time he came here with Xiaohua, all kinds of people gathered here.

A young woman just starting out, a seasoned adventurer, or a warrior in armor.

But now there was no one to be seen. Apart from the occasional whispers and footsteps of the receptionist, the hall was so quiet that one could almost hear breathing.

Without stopping, the crowd walked straight through the hall and up the spiral stone steps to the top floor of the association.

As one goes up the floors, the surrounding decoration gradually changes from simple and warm to extremely luxurious and grand. The difference between the two can be clearly felt. This is generally a place to meet important people, rather than a noisy gathering place for adventurers.

Finally, they arrived at a room on the top floor.

Simosa took a deep breath, gently pushed the door open, and then saw the scene in the room.

The light in the room is soft, and the sunlight shines through the curtains, making the room bright and warm.

Everything else was in a mess.

Spilled potions and volumes of books were scattered throughout the room, and the crumpled sheets were stained with blood, with purple-red marks everywhere.

The thin girl crawled on the bed, leaned over the edge, lowered her head and vomited in pain.

Her long hair was disheveled and her slightly twitching body revealed that she was in some great pain.

The servant beside her was patting the girl's back, constantly comforting her that Lord Simosa would be back soon.

"how's it going?"

The servant looked up and saw Simosa pushing the door open. He seemed to have finally found his backbone and hurried forward to report.

"Mr. President, this is the third time today..."

"I understand. I'll take care of the rest."

After saying this, Simotha hurried forward, walked to her daughter's bedside, gently touched her forehead, her eyes full of love and pain.

He drank a lot of extremely expensive healing potions and invited most of the pharmacists in the entire empire, but there was no sign of improvement. Instead, the condition became worse.

She also tried to seek help from the Holy See, but the Holy See was unwilling to give her an answer.

Faced with her daughter's sudden strange illness, no matter how much prestige and strength she had, she could only be overwhelmed by a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Mother, you are here..." Sylvia raised her head weakly, her heavy round-framed glasses half hanging on her face, about to close.

Suddenly, her body began to twitch violently again. One hand tightly grasped the bed sheet, and the other hand was placed weakly on her chest, as if trying to suppress the pain in her heart.

Her breathing became rapid and difficult, and every breath seemed to be a fight against death.