Chapitre 1573: Return of the 700 (Middle)_2

Just then, a call came from Lachlan Polly, anxiously inquiring why he couldn't find her.

Charlotte Aria internally cursed her luck, "Wait for me, I'll be right over."

By the time Charlotte Aria arrived, she only found the King of Percival with a translator and a bodyguard. She couldn't help but ask, "Why hasn't the Saintess come?"

Lachlan Polly seemed disappointed, "Her guard said she prefers quiet. Except for the day of the grand ceremony, she probably won't show up."

Charlotte Aria clucked in response.

After the State Banquet, the King of Royalty returned to his hotel accommodation with Master Evander Quillon, a high-ranking monk, meditating in the room.

On the large bed opposite, there lay a scantily clad, enticing woman in exotic attire, posed temptingly. Under the light, she was stunning.

The King of Royalty took off his hat, revealing his bald head, "Master, do you think she is the one we are looking for?"