Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 839
"A member of the Dark Order?"

Galantis, who didn't know the specific situation, had a solemn expression, and hurried to the opposite room to check, but there was no clue left at the scene except for a broken chair.

"Instead, I think it looks like..." Obeis was even more worried, thought for a moment, and said, "It looks like an avenger infected with the devil factor, but unyielding and still resisting."

On the surface, the professionals in the religious order seem to be a big family, happy and harmonious, but the conflicts and contradictions behind the scenes are far more complicated than outsiders imagined.

There are four different positions in the four major professions!

A paladin who believes in benevolence and brilliance, an emissary and judge who is stubborn and extreme, and an avenger who has fallen into the devil and is unyielding but is discriminated against by others.

There is also a line of exorcists who belong only in name, but are largely independent.

"We have to find him!"

Gloria didn't give up yet, and hurried out of the confession room to find the person who had just left.

A compatriot who was infected with the curse of blood and suffered so much had to secretly come to the confessional to seek help. It is conceivable that he must be in great pain.

"I'm here to help too." Ye Lin nodded and walked out quickly.

It is rarely busy in winter, and it is in the afternoon, the sun is warming on the body, and there are more people in the Remidia Cathedral than usual before leaving the confessional area. The bustling crowd immediately makes the three helpless .

Priests who are proficient in holy power can't find a trace of the devil factor.

Obeis' delicate little face also slowly became sad: "No, there are too many people, and the traces have disappeared."

"Let's ask again."

Galantis didn't know why, but somehow his heart was beating so fast, as if something precious was within reach, but there was an insurmountable moat.

The three of them inquired carefully from the people near the confession room, and if someone ran out from here in a panic, they searched and found some clues.

Tall and burly, he looked like those barbaric Bantus, wrapped in a black robe and mask, and then there was no other useful news.

But people who go to the confessional to pray to the clergy are basically, more or less, pretending to be themselves.

The clue seems to be broken...

Outside the cathedral, at the corner of Remedia Plaza, Neil Bass was sitting on a public bench, covering his face with his generous palms, covering his extremely painful face.

Those rough hands were also full of scars and calluses.

After a long time, he slowly raised his head and breathed a sigh of relief. On the cold snowy day, he was sweating finely, and there was a frightening black glow in his eyes.

He was almost backlashed by the devil factor, that is, the curse of blood, and the mysterious magic voice kept echoing in his mind, tempting him to give up resistance.

Why not take it easy on yourself and enjoy the power of demons to your heart's content?

Stop resisting and fall into the embrace of the Chaos God,

The contradictions among the professionals in the church were very serious. He could not ask others for help, but could only go to the secret confession room, longing for a little guidance and comfort.

However, I never thought that my sister would just pass by.

Pain and reluctance appeared on Nirbas' resolute face. Although he had left the church for many years, his sister's voice was still very familiar and kind.

"You seem to be in a bad state, is it important?"

A can of Coke was suddenly handed in front of him, along with a clean white towel.

Nilbas quickly became vigilant, but his face remained calm, and his voice was rough: "No, thank you."

"Wipe off your sweat, your condition is impressive."

Ye Lin shrugged, and stuffed the thing half forcefully, then looked up at the clear sky, and said, "Don't worry, Galantis went to search inside the sect, and couldn't see you."

A can of Coke was held in the hands of Nilbas, who was as strong as a grizzly bear. It was a bit like a medical oral solution, but Yelin didn't have any other drinks for him.

Pausing for a moment, Ye Lin turned his head and said, "She misses you very much."

"I can't go back, I have work to do."

Wiping off the sweat from his forehead, Nilbas looked sideways at the people sitting beside him, and didn't ask some worthless words like "How did you find me?" He stood up and said, "Secret it for me." ,thanks."

The tall figure quickly disappeared into the crowd, Ye Lin sighed helplessly, there were two coins beside him, Neilbas paid for the Coke.

"It's fine that the towels are materialized by me, but the coke from the heavens is sold for four yuan a bottle. Why do you still owe me two yuan~"

God, I would like to follow you to the end of hell, the darkest abyss as a demon, even if my body is broken into pieces, my heart is broken and my soul is destroyed, I will destroy all evil, and I beg for your forgiveness...

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The snow on the main streets of Hutton Mar was cleaned up, but in some small alleys, such as the slums in the back streets, the snow melted slightly and then condensed into solid ice for slippery feet.

After finding no results for the mysterious avenger, Galantis was depressed, but he still had some affairs to deal with in the church, and he didn't have time to get too emotional.

Obeis, who was going to join the wedding banquet, was obviously not very interested, so he took Yelin for a purposeful walk, which was the corner of the back street of Hutton Mar, a slum, she wanted to visit.

Compared with the splendor and brightness of Remidia Cathedral, this place is not only dirty and filthy, it is enough to call it cloud and mud.

It may be that Neil Bass' painful questioning also affected her a little. Stepping carefully on the ice and snow dirty with muddy water, Obeis was very depressed, drooping his head and not talking much.

The religious order has a very good reputation among the people. Adhering to the will of the gods, they are also working hard to help the poor while cracking down on pretenders.

Turning around in the twists and turns of the slums, I don't know how many pairs of coveted eyes came from the secret, but when they saw the uniform of the clergyman of Obeis, they silently stopped their thoughts and even warned each other.

They are definitely not good people, but there are still some things that have their own bottom line.

"Don't touch it, it may be poisonous."

Yelin hurriedly stopped her subconsciously pushing the iron door, because Obeis was in a dazed and half-absent state, and he was basically taking him away, so he simply abducted him to Paris's house.

The yard in front of me was not too spacious, but one room was still lit. Paris should be at home, and she didn't go out for a stroll in the cold weather.

"This is...?" Obeis finally came back to his senses and looked at him curiously.

"Princess Smelly Ditch knows, her family."

After erasing several non-lethal but insidious traps, before he knocked on the door, Paris pulled the door open from the inside and said angrily, "You are crazy, do you know how long it will take for my mother to arrange these things? My hands are numb from the cold.”

The scolding is full of momentum and does not give half face, no matter what kind of earl or sword god he is, it will not work well under her outburst.

Paris was wearing some old beige cotton pajamas, one button was broken, and a new one was sewed in a very crude way.

"I'm not, let's see you."

"Fuck off, why don't you bring a priest to see me? Why don't you take two catties of pork head meat and a bottle of wine?"

Recognizing Obeis' identity at a glance, Paris was still reluctant, but she also stepped aside and motioned for them to come in and sit down.

This residence is still the same, although there is no accumulation of garbage, but the items are always placed in a random and messy manner. If you are not careful, you can find a bottle of poison, or a blue and poisonous steel claw.

"A-Gump left to get married, do you want to have a meal?"

He started with a conversation. Last year, Forrest Gump used to get drunk at the Moonlight Tavern, and Paris often ate meals with the proprietress. Not to mention any friendship, but at least they were familiar with each other.

"I don't have any money, can I spend it for nothing?"

Paris has always had a bright personality and said nothing. It is true that she has no money. She spent all of it, bought some necessities for the winter, and gave it to the group of boys who followed her.

Even the magic props that Ye Lin gave her, the things that can light the small red crystals to keep warm, were also transferred by her to a junior who was in poor health.

Obeis, who was originally in a low mood, was slightly surprised. He deserved to be a naturally beautiful princess in the slums. Paris's beautiful appearance was quite famous in the entire Belle Mare.

It is reported that many aristocrats and rich people offer high prices and generous conditions, and want to hide their beauty in a golden house, but no one has ever succeeded, and they may be robbed from the rich to help the poor~
After talking nonsense, Ye Lin explained why he and Obeis came here.

"Hey, the rich come to my poor place to feel the gap between the rich and the poor?"

Paris slightly despised and raised her middle finger, but she didn't mean to be hostile. She knew that Ye Lin was not that kind of person, and even the title of nobleman was forced by the queen.

"Miss, you don't need to feel sorry for yourself. You feel that you are not capable enough to save the world. You want everyone to be fed and clothed. After all, you are not a god. You have done everything you can. You have a clear conscience." Is not it?"

Although the status of the Saint family is also very prominent, they are not nobles conferred by the Principality, so Paris is not so hostile.

Besides, Obeis' ancestor "Milan Roshbach" was a great hero during the Dark Jihad.

"Do you have a clear conscience..."

Recited silently, Obeis was a little more emotional. There are always two sides to everything. Some people are questioning the power of God, while others are singing about the glory of God, grateful for the rebirth given to them.

　The second is very late, good night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)