I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 108 The possibility of intermarriage between siblings

Makur got it, Makur totally got it.

He looked at Inashal and then at Anros. Although he frowned, he still took half a step back and withdrew from the smokeless battlefield.

The talented man and the beautiful woman are really eye-catching when standing together.

Even Ollie, who seems to have no brains, can be called cute just by looking at his face.

He won't join in the fun anymore.

Markul smiled with relief and shed two deep tears.

Ollie looked at Inashal up and down, his eyes resting on her ebony black hair, his eyes sparkling:

"It's great that you can come! I have always been interested in your natural black hair."

He reached out and grabbed Inashal's hair, and Inashal suddenly froze in place.

"So hot."

Oli was in pain and suddenly let go of his hand, and wisps of white smoke came out of his palm.

"Is this the power of the curse? With a body that can contain such ominous power, you are really an excellent experimental material, Inashal!"

Ollie smiled cheerfully and looked at Inachal with the same eyes as the frog on the dissecting table.

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Inachal lowered his gaze and moved his toes two millimeters in the direction of Anros.

"Ahem," Anlos cleared his throat, attracting Ollie's attention, "When are we going to receive treatment with you?"

"Hmm~" Ollie thought for a while and said, "You two should finish your class tomorrow."

"After class, I will take you to my plastic surgery clinic outside the school. If you don't make an appointment in advance, it may be difficult to get in."

Anlos nodded and did not express any opinion on Ollie's resolute actions.

Inashal naturally had no objection.

Ollie was overjoyed, bursting out like a little leopard, and hugged Anlos before he could react.

"I'm really looking forward to tomorrow! It's great to be your friend!"

Behind Ollie, Anlos rolled his eyes, his eyes dark.

From Ollie, a force as solid as a tree root deep in the ground came, making Anlos unable to move.

Ollie has grown so big and hasn't been beaten to death yet, so he does have some strength.

Not easy to deal with.

Anlos thought to himself, and when he was let go, he still had the soft smile on his face.

After seeing Ollie off, Anlos looked as usual and talked with the classmates who came up to him.

Seeing that the storm subsided, the students breathed a sigh of relief.

I have long heard that Silver Oak is not serious, and to be its minister, he must not be a normal person.

The title of third prince coupled with some bad rumors made students stay away from Ollie.

The music gradually started to play, and the men and women slid onto the dance floor again, dancing gracefully under the light of the silver oak tree, with smiles on their faces without any haze.

The night is getting darker, and the moon sheds a clear light.

On the ground, under the shadow of a huge tree with twisted roots, a toad more than two meters high burped and slowly narrowed its eyes.

Day two.

After class, Anros said goodbye to the worried Macul, and Inashal walked out of the shadows and pushed him towards the outside of the school.

Because of the serious burns, Anlos always drank nutrient solution, which saved him time for dinner.

The sky was dark, and the red-orange afterglow shone on the horizon like a prairie fire.

The statue of Princess Nymeria, a Patriot warrior, still stands tall, her marble eyes filled with perseverance, pointing her sword to the sky to fight against all evil.

Ollie stood under the statue, fiddling with his maroon hair.

Seeing Anlos and the others coming, he raised a smile and said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Anros, Inashal."

Anlos had no desire to talk and just followed Ollie quietly. "Did you know that in order to keep the blood pure, we and the royal family generally marry within the clan." Oli opened the topic on his own.

Anlos nodded. He had heard of this tradition of the Red Rose Empire.

"Like Princess Nymeria, having hair as red as a rose is the sign of a legitimate heir."

"Like me, because I was born to a dwarf princess, my hair is only maroon."

Anlos was silent for a moment and said softly: "Do you want to be a king?"

Such words, even in the Red Rose Empire, where the folk customs are simple and open, will inevitably attract the attention of the Knights.

But, obviously.

The other two people present didn't care.

"No," Ollie said briskly, shaking his head, "I want to marry my sister."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Even though he was prepared, Anros still choked on his own saliva, and Inashal quickly helped him gently.

"You want to marry your sister? My biological sister?" Anlos looked at Ollie in surprise, his eyes sparkling with gossip, and his interest suddenly rose.

"Well, I have a brother and sister above me, the first and second prince. They are twins, and they are both orthodox royal families."

"Traditionally, the two of them were supposed to intermarry - just like my father married his sister."

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Anlos pricked up his ears and listened with great interest.

"However, my sister accidentally fell off a horse last year, broke a leg, and the bridge of her nose was crooked - of course, I have already killed the groom."

Speaking of this, Ollie still smiled naturally.

It was as if executing someone was a normal thing for him.

"Then what?" Anlos asked, "How is your sister now?"

"I cured her, and there is no trace of crookedness in the bridge of her nose. Moreover, it looks better than before."

"So, I thought my sister would like me more than my brother - and here we are."

As he was talking, he unknowingly came to the "plastic surgery clinic" that Ollie mentioned.

This is an independent street-facing building with no signboard and located outside the commercial street, so there are few pedestrians around and it is relatively quiet.

The street lights have not yet turned on, and the dim colors blur the edges of the plastic surgery clinic, as if it is standing between dream and reality.

Actually.

Anros glanced around and saw the colorful ephemera overflowing from the plastic surgery clinic, floating in the air like a dream.

When Ollie took out the brass key and clicked the door open.

One after another, bloodless faces appeared in the darkness of the door.

Staring at Anlos with a pair of empty eyes.

Just in front of these countless faces, Ollie turned around and greeted Anros:

"Come in, I can't wait to see your severely burned face."

Following his words, faces disappeared back into the darkness.

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Anros glanced at Inashal and found that she showed no abnormality - that ice face looked like it was welded on.

Then, Anlos understood that this was the picture he saw because his perception, or spiritual vision, was too high.

There is no doubt that there is something wrong with Ollie's plastic surgery clinic.