Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 344: The Fog Demon Appears
a few days later.

66 King Street, in temporary accommodation.

Several unexpected guests came to the door.

It was the nun from the Holy Light Church who came to visit, and she brought the priest and several staff members of the church.

It was only at this time that Roy learned that the nun's name was Windsor Belle.

She was not extremely beautiful, but she had a compassionate temperament, and with her nun's attire, she looked dignified and elegant.

"Hello, Lord Ilor."

Sister Windsorbell came forward and greeted them with a bit of reserve.

"Thank you very much for your help last time."

“It’s nothing, just trying to save a life.

There’s an old saying in my hometown: Saving a life is better than building a seven-story bell tower…”

"Huh? This is a new idea, but it's also similar to the teachings of the Lord of Light that we believe in.

Excuse me, do you understand the teachings of the Lord of Light and admire the path of salvation of the Holy Light?"

Roy smiled slightly: "I know a little bit, but I don't know much."

"Oh, do you mind...

Shall we explain it to you?"

……

"So that's how it is. The Lord of Light is the source of the holy light in Mount Heaven!"

After a long talk with Windsorbell, Roy combined the plane knowledge he learned from the wizarding world and confirmed one thing.

The Divine is absolute.

The Godhead is stable.

In a sense, gods are even the embodiment of certain emotions and concepts.

The Lord of Light is a lawful and good god with great love to break the darkness and save the world.

This can also be said to be the source of His divine power, something fundamental.

It is slightly different from the conspiracy theory I originally thought.

"I previously learned that the Holy Light Messenger was also here to help control this world, and I thought it was some hypocritical and corrupt church...

It seems that the Lord of Light and his Holy Light Messengers actually hope to resolve the imminent crisis through cooperation first, and then deal with potential hidden dangers.

His bottom line should be the order and stability of this world."

"Why are you thinking about this?"

Planjie was depressed.

"Can we speculate on the character of a god?"

Roy glanced at her and said, "On the contrary, the character of a god is easy to understand. He is like the sun and the moon, visible to the world and unchanging.

In a sense, it can be considered the same as the laws of nature, which are much easier to grasp than laws, human hearts, and other volatile things."

This is different from the fact that church members may be corrupted and doctrines may be distorted.

The deity itself is stable.

The changes in priesthood and divinity are measured in thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

Even if there are some changes, they will never change overnight.

……

Next, as time went by, Roy gradually became acquainted with Sister Windsorbell.

Through this relationship, he learned a lot about the Church of Holy Light, and combined with the information provided by Shelbury, he explored the mysteries of gods, faith, and the soul.

In fact, during this period of time, Roy gained a lot of "soul science" from his own "inspiration".

He also vaguely realized that this might be the key to creating a more powerful golem.

Especially for people like Rose Angel, the emotional driving force of "generating electricity with love" is an energy system above level four.

It may not necessarily break the "law of conservation of mass and energy", but to some extent it is truly extraordinary and transcends all conventional energy that can be understood and imagined by creatures on earth.

If only I could unravel this mystery...

It must be a miraculous breakthrough!
At this moment, Windsor Belle came again: "Mr. Yilor, didn't you say that you wanted to find the sufferings of the world and incorporate them into your paintings?
We have a charity event tomorrow..."

"Okay, I'll donate 10 gold coins."

Roy, already an "outstanding church member," was very understanding.

"Meow!" Domi cried out in pain.

The master's money is my money!
It has begun to awaken its spiritual intelligence and knows how to cherish money.

"What a cute little kitty."

Windsor Belle couldn't help but touch Domi and said sincerely.

Domi tilted his head and looked with disgust at this woman who kept talking about salvation but only knew how to ask her master for donations.

……

The next day, Roy went with church members to distribute food to neighborhoods in need.

"Praise the Lord, and thank you all!"

When the civilians who received relief saw that there was free food to be received, they all rushed forward.

"Line up, everyone line up!"

The staff shouted through a loud speaker made of cardboard.

"Mr. Nian, why are you here too?"

The nun looked in surprise at one of the men, who was dressed relatively respectably and did not seem to meet the requirements for free food.

"I'm so sorry, Sister Windsorbell. I was recently fined heavily for illegally collecting rainwater. I'm unable to pay the property taxes and various miscellaneous expenses, and I'm now homeless."

Mr. Nian said with a look of shame and a bit of restraint.

The nun hurriedly asked the servant to distribute food to him.

"Thank you, thank you so much, praise the Lord of Light!"

Mr. Nian said sincerely.

"Please, please give me some food...

I just sold blood this morning and now I'm so hungry I feel dizzy."

At this time, another civilian came over and said.

Seeing that he looked really pale, the nun quickly gave him some more bread.

"Sister, I haven't eaten for two days because the stove in my home was sealed..."

Another civilian said.

Roy sat aside, spread out his easel, and depicted all kinds of people.

He possessed an artistic talent, and even without much study, he was able to accurately depict the appearance and expressions of these common people.

However, since it was just a simple conceptual sketch, Windsor Belle came to check it out during her free time, but she couldn't figure out what it meant.

"Sister, these people seem quite miserable."

Roy calmly covered the painting and chatted with her.

"Why is this happening?"

"Yes, why can't everyone even have enough food, clothes, and a stable home?

Is it because they are not hardworking enough, not kind enough, that they suffer this misfortune?"

Windsorbell sighed softly, feeling confused as if she were the one involved.

“Lord…

Please save these poor lambs!"

Feeling the sincere and holy spirit of faith, Roy showed appreciation, but did not say much.

Suddenly, there was a commotion ahead.

“Fog…Fog!”

"Cough cough cough..."

"The fog is coming!"

"Run!"

Roy looked up and saw a cloud like black smoke rapidly spreading over.

In the blink of an eye, day turned into night, and everything was dark.

Roy didn't use his eyes to see, but instead used his mental power to investigate. He found that several black shadows that looked like ghosts were hunting wantonly in the fog.

Those are minions of the Lord of the Black Mist...

Fog demon!

(End of this chapter)