Chapter 2235: Chapter 2239

“Urgh, forget it then. Let’s go to the room and rest,” Alex said.

After they went into the room, Hermione said, “Sir, let’s go and get an invitation. It’s such a rare chance,

and we might come across something good, right?”

Alex had the same thought.

“Who do we go after, though?”

“I know a guy, and I saw him in front of Cloud Inn just now. He must have an invitation on hand.”

“Who is it?”

“A disciple from the Golden Sun Sect.”

How would Alex know which sect was that? Anyway, it didn’t matter. Since Hermione had a target, it

would be the easiest. They could knock the guy out and grab the invitation. However, what Hermione

was worried about, Alex was now the target of public criticism.

Countless young talents in their generation regarded him as rat turd, the one who had robbed Ynes

Larkin’s pure body. The moment he was recognized, it would just mean trouble.

Alex raised an eyebrow.” Isn’t that a simple thing? Wait here for a bit.”

He went into the small cubicle of the room for a while before he walked out again. Hermione was

instantly stunned. “Do… Donovan Orlando? You… Why are you here? Where’s my… Where’s my

master’s husband?”

Alex had used the Transformation technique to change his appearance to that of Donovan’s. This

Transformation technique was extremely magical, and others wouldn’t be able to tell whether it was

real or fake.

Alex sneered and deliberately said, “Heh heh, why can’t I be here? Hermione Yggdrasil, are you with

that guy called Dummy? Following him makes you my enemy. Now, hurry up and kneel and lick my

toes, and I might consider sparing your life.”

“What? You…”

Hermione hurriedly looked at Neela, only to find her lying on the bed as though she had fallen asleep.

Faced with the aggressive look on Donovan’s face, she panicked. This guy was the number one genius

in Western Ridge; blessed with luck, he was also an excellent fighter.

She wasn’t a match for him at all.

For the sake of her own life, what was a little licking?

Just consider it as she was eating a pig’s foot, and that was better than losing her life, right? Husband’s

master, this was all a very bad omen.

Hermione fell to her knees in a condescending manner, cupping his toes as she lowered her head.

“Sh*t! You’re really going to lick?”

Alex looked at her in surprise and hastily pulled his feet away from her mouth. “Can you have a little

backbone? Can’t you resist a little? You lick when you’re asked to, isn’t that disgusting?”

Alex withdrew his disguise.

Hermione was dumbfounded when she looked up. “Sir? Why are you here? Where’s Donovan?”

“You still can’t tell?” Alex said. “That was me pretending to be Donovan just now. I just wanted to test

your loyalty, but as a result, you really exceeded my expectations. Do my feet taste good? I haven’t

washed my feet for a long time, and there’s definitely food odor and even some mud on it.”

“Bleurgh!”

Hermione immediately covered her mouth, and dry heaved.

Neela threw a pillow at Alex’s head. “Do you have to be so disgusting? I’m going to throw up my dinner

from yesterday.”