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Chapter 1208 The Chosen Cow

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Completely unprepared for the female angel to mention the Valley of Dreams, Leon hesitated for a moment, then nodded somewhat guiltily:

"Yes! The destruction of Dream Valley was also her fault. Although she didn't destroy it herself, its eventual destruction was indeed inseparable from her schemes!"

What? She's actually this crazy?
Because of the series of badges that increased her favorability, the female angel instinctively felt that Leon could be trusted, and her heart tightened upon hearing this.

Not long after that culprit destroyed three material planes, it actually went and destroyed the Dream Valley again? No matter how you look at it, it's an existence that's unimaginably evil!

"Does Her Majesty know about these things?"

Looking at Leon, who turned his head away as if "unwilling" to mention the tragedies, the female angel slightly lowered her guard and hesitantly began to speak:

"If you are planning to cooperate with Her Majesty, I can help introduce you..."

“She knew about it a long time ago, but she refused to cooperate with me…and I haven’t even confirmed whether she’s trustworthy.”

Leon glanced at the female angel, who, aside from being somewhat fanatical, was indeed a good person, and replied:

"Cooperation is a two-way street. She doesn't seem to trust me right now, and I don't trust her either. Your saintly lady doesn't seem to be as virtuous and righteous as she appears. I'm not sure if she's suitable to be an ally."

"You bullshit!"

The moment the topic shifted to the White Virgin Mary, the female angel's rationality vanished considerably, and she glared angrily at Leon, saying:
"The Holy Mother is the kindest and most merciful! If even she is not suitable..."

"But is the 'she' in your heart necessarily the real her?"

After interrupting the female angel again, Leon raised his hand and pointed to the pure white Mother of Goddess who was embracing the demon behind him, saying meaningfully:
"At the very least, the woman I see is vastly different from the pure white saint in your heart, isn't she?"

"..."

Following Leon's finger, she looked at the pure white Virgin Mary in the distance, who was embracing the demons one by one with the same loving expression as when she was embracing the angels. The angel's heart, which had just calmed down, suddenly surged violently again.

"No...that's not the case!"

After a very complicated internal struggle, facing the suspicion that her own saintly mother might have deceived everyone, the female angel spoke with difficulty in defending her:

"Her Majesty...she must have had other considerations, she might not have lied to us...she...she might have other unspeakable difficulties..."

"you're right."

Leon, who had no intention of reasoning with the "die-hard fan" and had no intention of arguing with her about right and wrong, readily agreed with her point of view and then extended an invitation to help.

"So, in order to clear Her Majesty the name of the Pure White Mother, could you please do me a favor and take me to find out the truth about her plight?"

"???"

"You just said it yourself, your Pure White Mother is definitely not wrong, and is the kindest and greatest good person in the entire Old Land." After forcefully cutting off the conversation, Leon stared into the angel's eyes and said:
"Since she's so good and kind, her reasons must be good too, so she shouldn't be afraid of me investigating, right?"

"Yes...but..."

"But what? Do you think your faith in Her Majesty the Pure White is less than that of an outsider like me?"

Interrupting the female angel's attempt to refuse, Leon raised an eyebrow and said:
"Based on my interactions with you these past few days, I've concluded that the vast majority of angels are benevolent, so your Pure White Mother must also be benevolent, and very likely, as you say, she is the most suitable ally for me."

Now that my ally is facing some trouble and has to do things against her will, I should, with good intentions, try to find out the reason and find a way to help her, right?

"No...no! That's not how it is!"

"Not what? Is she not a good person? Or is there something she's hiding?"

"No, no! That's not what I meant!"

Feeling slightly dizzy from Leon's barrage of words, the female angel quickly covered her ears to block out the piercing, maniacal sounds, and then screamed:

"I'm not doubting Her Majesty! I'm worried about you! We can't even be sure of your intentions! What if you have ulterior motives..."

"Are you sure?"

In reality, Leon gently took the angel's arm, supporting her out-of-control body, and continued towards the Nest of Nurturing amidst the crowd. In the dream, however, Leon lightly stroked her back, leaned close to her hand covering her ears, and whispered meaningfully:
"Are you afraid that I have ulterior motives, or that the Holy Mother you usually see is just a disguise, and that the real her is not what you imagine her to be?"

"You...you must stop talking!!!"

The fear that she had been resisting acknowledging was forcibly and cruelly exposed, and the angel's strong heart finally broke down completely. The wings in her dream even emanated black mist, and the tips of the wings faintly transformed into membranous wings like those of a bat.

However, just as Lyon was preparing to press his advantage and try to win over this fervent fan of the Virgin Mary so that she would lead him to the secret of the Pure Land, a squad of angels flew in from afar and blocked the entire group.

"Temporary reassignment!"

After intercepting the group heading to the Nest of Nurturing, the leading male angel quickly scanned the crowd... the human-beast group, and then locked onto the female angel who was tilting her head to listen to the minotaur next to her.

"Archangel Mia".

After calling out to the female angel, the male angel, with a dark blue earring on his right earlobe, handed over the papyrus document shrouded in holy light, solemnly announcing:
"The Oathweaver's Office is facing another large shortage of manpower and needs to recruit a group of Lost Ones to help. Please take all the Lost Ones who have obtained the blue tag and are the most emotionally stable to the Oathweaver's Office. Do not fail to do so!"

Numerous vacancies? Again? Conscription of the lost?
Upon hearing these two keywords, the donkey and horse duo, who had been struggling all the way to the front of the group, immediately turned their attention to the document shrouded in holy light.

The most suspicious thing about Pure Land right now is that the number of lost souls doesn't match the number they rescued, there's a huge gap, proving that something is constantly "consuming" the lost souls the angels rescued.

According to the angel who came to mobilize people, the oath-weaving place that needed to gather "blue card" lost souls had "again" and "largely" experienced staff shortages. Could that be the reason for the disappearance of the lost souls?
After figuring out the problem in an instant, the donkey and horse duo immediately looked down at the tags on their chests and then frowned in unison.

The two lost souls who swore an oath for a blue tag were both rejected. One was constantly bothered by a "pursuer" and was judged to be emotionally unstable, so he only received a cyan tag, which was considered a lower grade. The other often angered the angel who managed the ward, so he received an even lower green tag. Neither of them met the requirements.

Speaking of the blue tag... that minotaur who spends all day eating and sleeping, and occasionally stares blankly at this horse's (my) butt?
(End of this chapter)