In the center of St. Servant City.
In a luxurious mansion.
The Sixth Prince sat at the dining table with a glass of wine in his hand.
His long and narrow eyes were reflected in the transparent glass.
As if he had thought of something wonderful, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
At this moment, a flurry of voices suddenly came from outside.
He thought that he had invited the Saintess over. The Sixth Prince tidied up his noble clothes and put on a gentlemanly smile.
"Not good, Your highness! Not good!"
The gentlemanly aura that the Sixth Prince had just gathered immediately dissipated.
He abruptly pulled the door open. "What are you shouting for!"
He looked around and he had not seen anyone, so he became even angrier.
He kicked Bowen, who was kneeling on the ground, away and scolded angrily, "Where's the Saintess? Didn't I tell you to invite the Saintess over?"
