Chapter 86

"Your Highness Sigma, I am Jili-Claire, as you can see, a Holy Knight. May I ask, can we be friends?"

Sigma looked at Jili, feeling both amused and exasperated.

He was undoubtedly a suspicious conspiracy theorist, believing that there was no such thing as love at first sight, nor any such thing as a beautiful girl falling from the sky for no reason. Recent events had just proven his theory—Athena's sudden appearance was clearly a secret deal between the Judgment Angel and the Dark King.

Therefore, he believed that a beautiful and sexy cold beauty Holy Knight waiting for him here and showing awkward kindness was definitely a plot. Obviously, the middle-school-level idiots of the inspection team were at a loss with the straightforward schemes of Sir Sigma, awkwardly instructing a confused cold-faced female knight to seduce him, like a first-time prostitute. Unfortunately, the plan failed; he was not like Bishop Harry, who had a thing for ice beauties. Thus, this cold-faced knight with a strong S-attribute did not leave the best first impression.

Moreover, she was a three-no girl—no expression, no words, no emotions. Did the Church have no soft girls?

"So..." Sigma pointed to his nose, "You want to be friends with me?"

"Yes, that's right," Jili said without blushing, her voice cold, "I want to be friends with Your Highness Sigma, to know more about you, to understand you more deeply."

... What was this textbook declaration of love and the completely out-of-place scene with her terrible acting! This seduction was too abrupt! Are you insulting me? Do you think I'm the kind of guy who can't move when he sees a beautiful woman and gets so excited when a girl makes the first move that I forget everything, having never seen a woman before?

Sigma originally wanted to play along with this ill-intentioned female knight, maybe take some advantage without losing anything, but seeing how she insulted his emotional intelligence, he lost all interest. He waved his hand, "Not interested."

Then he walked away.

Jili stood there, stunned. She had certainly anticipated the possibility of a failed first interaction, but she didn't understand why it failed so unreasonably. What was going on? She had been sincere in her words, tone, and eyes. Why couldn't His Highness Sigma feel her sincerity? She really wanted to be friends with him, to understand his personality and character, gather more information, gain his trust, and finally meet the angel through his introduction!

She couldn't accept this inexplicable failure, so she quickly followed him, catching up to Sigma and asked, "Your Highness, why won't you be friends with me? Did I do something wrong?"

Sigma didn't answer, and Jili followed silently. The Necromancer's stamina was naturally not as good as a Holy Knight's, so he couldn't shake her off. Sigma was very annoyed by this clingy woman and glanced at her, "Why do you want to be friends with me?"

"Do you need a reason to make friends?" Jili replied matter-of-factly, "I just want to be friends with you."

Sigma answered, "But I don't. I have no interest in being friends with you."

Jili pressed on, "Why? Is it because Your Highness dislikes holy people? Are you still angry about what happened outside the city?"

Sigma was about to say yes, but he immediately realized, you bastard, trying to trap me? If I say I dislike holy people, you'll have a reason to complain to the academy, change the person in charge, and buy time—how cunning of you.

He judged the "plot" of Bishop Harry and became even more cautious, starting to blabber, "I don't have any prejudice against anyone. It's easy to be friends with me..."

He snapped his fingers crisply, "Pay up. Give me 450 gold coins, and we can be friends."

"Four... 450 gold coins?" Jili's eyes widened, then she shook her head, "Your Highness, please don't joke like this. 450 gold coins is my salary for fifty years..."

"No money?" Sigma's face suddenly changed from a "carefree noble scoundrel" to a "tax collector in a poor village," exuding a haughty aura that kept people at a distance, "Sorry, I have no interest in being friends with a pauper."

He waved his hand, wanting the female knight blocking his way to move, but the knight stubbornly said, "I don't know if what you just said was a joke or your true feelings. If it was the former, I want to repeat that I really want to be friends with Your Highness. If it was the latter, I need to point out your mistaken view of friendship. True friendship cannot be measured by money, especially for someone of your noble status..."

"Stop, stop, look at what you're saying. Making friends is a mutual choice. Who I want to be friends with is my freedom. You can't come up with 450 gold coins, go home and do your homework, what are you shouting for?" Sigma said impatiently.

"I don't have that much money!" Jili said seriously, "And I think this isn't about money. This is a very important request. I really want to be friends with Your Highness Sigma, I really want to get to know you. Please believe that the friendship of a Holy Knight is far more precious than 450 gold coins..."

"Do creatures who practice Holy Light always talk to themselves? If you don't have money, what are you doing here? Making friends is a mutual choice. It's like you going to a brothel with two copper coins, asking to sleep with a first-class prostitute who costs ten gold coins a night. If you don't have enough money, you beg the madam, 'This isn't about money, this is a very important request. If my surging desire isn't relieved, I'll turn into a perverted masked man in the middle of the night, going door-to-door to molest young boys who have just grown pubic hair. Is that okay?' Would they let you sleep with her? Hmm, there might be an exception. You, though not well-endowed, are somewhat attractive. If you can be wild in bed, maybe a blind eye would be turned, and a prostitute might offer free service..."

Sigma started spouting dirty jokes, trying to anger the female knight and make her lose her temper—he thought this malicious speech would make any normal woman furious, let alone a serious and upright Holy Knight.

But he was wrong. After hearing his words, the female knight didn't get angry; instead, she was momentarily stunned, her face blushing slightly, her eyes becoming unfocused—damn, she knows her stuff! Sigma shouted in his mind, but the most important thing now was to get rid of this clingy woman, so he ran.

Jili was stunned for a few seconds, then came to her senses and immediately chased after Sigma.

The Necromancer's roar echoed through Atlas, "Why are you running so fast? Don't follow me! I need to go to the budget review committee, don't waste my time! If the budget review is delayed, selling you won't even cover the cost of materials!"

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