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Chapter 445. The Story of the Third Cycle [3 Reincarnations] (22)

After that day, life went on, but one day, Vera heard that the Bella family of the Vulcan Domain had a new heir named Bella Silvia.

Her family planned to send her to a prestigious academy, and Sylvia also learned to drive her favorite flying carriage.

She began to represent her family and frequently appeared in major newspapers, speaking with increasing confidence.

At the same time, she also got to know other noblemen's sons and daughters, and made her own good friends and companions.

Vera just smiled as she looked at the news; she knew that the two of them might never cross paths again.

But at least she finally repaid the good deed of that lively little girl through two lifetimes.

Vera set the newspaper aside and began dealing with the mountain of official documents.

The Holy Maiden of the Vatican is not merely a glamorous representative, but also a position with real power, granting her access to information reported by the clergy under the Vatican.

From the information reported in the past few days, she learned that the epidemic spree of the previous two lifetimes had begun again in this lifetime.

However, because of her existence, the source is no longer the Domain of Light, but has migrated to the Domain of Original Sin.

It is said that an old baron with unusual fetishes went to the black market of the Sin Domain in search of thrills, but accidentally infected the plague virus he was carrying there.

On the same day that the epidemic spread, leaving corpses strewn across the land.

The old baron pulled up his trousers with satisfaction and had just stepped out of the clubhouse when he saw a burly man blocking his way.

"I never expected this... After being a villain for half my life, I've actually managed to become a good person again after meeting you, you old geezer."

The burly man touched his nose and looked at the gaunt man in front of him with disgust.

The baron was so frightened by the sight of the blood-soaked cleaver carried by the big man that his legs trembled and a warm liquid flowed into his trousers.

"You...you lowly commoner...how dare you...how dare you speak to this Baron like that!"

"I bother!"

From behind the burly man emerged a gaunt woman with a scarred eye. She carried an axe, her face grim; she was clearly one of his villainous accomplices.

"You're about to die and you're still being stubborn. This is the Realm of Original Sin."

The woman gave a mocking smile, her face revealing a hint of coldness and cruelty:
"Once you enter the Realm of Original Sin, no one will treat you like a nobleman. In the eyes of the gods, all beings are equal and are sinners."

"And you—your sins are the most heinous!"

The Baron felt his legs go weak and he could barely stand.

Because the woman was right, the only place on this continent without distinction between nobles and commoners is the Realm of Original Sin.

"Evil people are judged by their origins, and villains by their backgrounds"—this classic quote from the god of original sin is no exaggeration.

Class distinctions are blurred here; power is the only law of survival.

The baron knew the two men before him were no good, and was about to tremble and beg for mercy, but the burly man could no longer restrain himself. He shouted at the woman:

"Sister Axe, why waste words with him? Quickly make your move! Let's chop this old bastard into mincemeat today!"

Before he finished speaking, the burly man pounced like a tiger.

The large cleaver drew a chilling arc from bottom to top, the blade whistling as it aimed straight for the old baron's lower body.

The old baron screamed and stumbled backward, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Before he could even stand up straight, he caught a glimpse of another cold glint out of the corner of his eye.

The scarred woman had somehow moved to the side; her movements were extremely still, yet her attacks were ruthless and lightning-fast.

The short axe in his hand slashed horizontally without any fancy moves, aiming straight for his waist and abdomen, blocking all escape routes.

"Ugh—!"

The baron felt a chill on his waist, followed by a tearing pain. He looked down and saw his upper body slowly sliding down, his organs and broken bones exposed to the cold air. A terrified scream caught in his throat, turning into a gurgling sound of blood and foam.

Almost simultaneously, the burly man's second strike arrived, this time from above, with immense force.

The blade precisely sliced ​​into the neck, and the flesh and bones snapped with a piercing "crack".

The head, contorted with extreme fear, flew into the air, its eyes still wide open.

The pool of blood spread rapidly, soaking the soles of their boots.

The burly man flicked the blood off his knife, looked at the mangled corpse on the ground, and spat out in a deep voice:

"Pah, you've dirtied my knife."

The scarred woman smirked and casually wiped the axe blade on the headless corpse lying on the ground.

……

Although the source of the disease is dead, the epidemic is still spreading, and has even become more rampant.

In this cycle, Vera's herbal medicine shop and clinic only spread near the domain of the God of Light, and have not yet reached the domain of the God of Original Sin.

Upon hearing that the plague had broken out there, she didn't hesitate. She changed out of her white robe, put on her green tutu again, and set off for the Realm of Original Sin.

Entering this deity's domain requires no identity verification, and faith-spreading activities conducted here proceed exceptionally smoothly.

Vera opened numerous clinics and pharmacies here, watching as the Green Leaf Faith once again spread like wildfire.

Here, she veils her face, never revealing her true appearance. The Qingye Goddess, as people know her, is always dressed in a green dress, elegant and dignified, moving among sickbeds and wails, bringing the bitter scent of medicine and the hope of life.

During a medical round, Vera's carriage slowly drove through the narrow streets.

The roadsides were packed with people whose faces were haggard but whose eyes were filled with fervor, and the cheers and prayers almost lifted the roofs off.

Amidst this surging sea of ​​people, her gaze once again fell upon that familiar floral hat.

After his manuscript was published by the Temple of Deathly Silence and included in the Holy Scripture of Original Sin, he did not experience as much suffering in this cycle. His eyes no longer held sorrow and vicissitudes, but instead showed more composure and determination.

The boy who once bought her roast chicken and supported her education when she couldn't afford food no longer recognized her.

"call……"

The carriage moved slowly forward, getting closer and closer to him.

The boy raised his hand, gently removed his top hat, and then bowed his head towards the carriage.

That was a standard salute.

His gaze fell, filled with pure reverence and undisguised, burning anticipation.

Just then, the wind swept through the street, lifting a corner of the carriage curtain and bringing Andorra's blessings:
"Hail you, great savior, Your Majesty the Blue Leaf God."

As the voice reached her ears, Vera sat upright in the carriage, recalling a long, long time ago, on a windy evening, under the dilapidated eaves, a boy's eyes shone brightly as he stared directly at her, who was covered in dirt:
"Perhaps... you need a sponsor."

"call----"

The carriage finally came to a point where it was parallel to him.

Across the surging crowds, the expensive wood, the luxurious carriage curtains, and a predetermined, sacred destiny—

She tilted her head slightly, facing the direction he was in, and spoke softly.

"Then thank you—"

The wind suddenly picked up, carrying away the lingering sound and stirring the carriage curtains.

"The patron of the savior."