Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 128 Followers of the Virgin Mary

"Ms. Hua Yun, what can I do for you?"

"Young Master Tai'an, I hope you can save all the innocent people affected by this."

"I will take care of most of the people, so you can rest assured."

"Are the remaining people to be abandoned?"

"The Blue Rose Territory is not wealthy, and its people live in hardship. Every penny of tax revenue is hard-earned and cannot be squandered. With the same amount of money, I can save more people. Although human lives cannot be measured in money, what do you think I should choose?"

Tai'an gazed at Hua Yun with clear eyes, his calm words reasonable and well-founded.

Once one of the four beauties of the academy, her appearance was indeed top-notch, and her figure was mature and voluptuous, like a ripe peach exuding allure.

The key point is that since they both have black hair, they have a natural affinity for each other because they are of the same race.

His adorable appearance, excellent family background, and even his interpersonal skills are all pluses...

"If you are willing to lend a helping hand, I will join the Blue Rose family, become your follower, and serve you in the future." Hua Yun slowly bowed down, lowering her posture.

"Why did you go to such lengths?" Tai'an asked, puzzled.

"Because they must be desperate!" Hua Yun murmured softly, her bewildered gaze instantly hardening: "I clearly have a chance to save them, how can I just sit and wait to die?"

Holy Mother! This is the most direct and intuitive way Tai'an describes Huayun.

Where there are extremely evil people in the world, there are naturally also extremely virtuous people who are their opposite.

Although the word "Mother Mary" in my memory is mostly accompanied by ridicule, contempt, and misunderstanding, it is precisely because of the existence of Mother Mary that the turbid world has not completely degenerated into a hell without a trace of light.

Tai'an was slightly moved, silently weighing Hua Yun's value in his heart.

An elite-level cleric is a rare talent. Therefore, paying two thousand gold coins for them isn't too bad...

The key is that I don't want to be morally blackmailed; I want to thoroughly implement my own will and judgment...

"Promise me!" The gentle older sister suddenly opened her arms and hugged the boy, her soft and fragrant embrace intoxicating. "If you need me, I will give you everything."

"What do you mean?" the boy stammered, his mind blank.

A strange talent is triggered again, attracting the affections of older men of the opposite sex.

"I can help you have a child..."

The scales in Zhengtai's heart, already wavering, began to tip completely with the addition of heavy weights.

"Then..."

At the Night's Watch encampment, a mysterious man claiming to be a follower of the Blue Rose came to report a crime.

His status as a high-level spellcaster quickly attracted the attention of the higher-ups.

Elaine, the Sanctuary Spellcaster stationed at the Night's Watch encampment, took the initiative to greet them.

"Sir, something seems amiss with you."

"That's right. I followed the trail of the fallen nobles and finally arrived at an underground stronghold. I fought with the guards who were possessed by the evil god and suffered some injuries." Tinyham used shapeshifting magic to slightly change his appearance.

"An evil god?" Elaine emphasized her words.

"She is called the Maiden of Pain, and claims to bring believers lasting pleasure," Tiniham explained in more detail.

"It's alright, not too troublesome." Elaine's serious expression faded, and she adopted a lazy demeanor.

"The specific address is underground in the inner city of the capital. Many women are trapped there. Please bring as many clothes and shoes as possible," Tiniham requested.

"Sure, no problem."

It was still before nightfall, the night watch's quietest time. Elaine summoned her saltfish crew and personally accompanied Tinyham.

News reporters who learned of the incident rushed to the scene, requesting to record the hostage rescue.

A large procession of a hundred people arrived at the entrance to the sewers in horse-drawn carriages.

The stench wafting from afar made many people frown.

Elaine thoughtfully instructed her subordinates to approach and cast the Cleansing Garment spell on each of them.

Tinyham continued to walk ahead, maintaining his mental shield.

The rescue went very smoothly. Up to a hundred women were rescued, many of whom had sensitive identities, including descendants of nobles from the neighboring Northern Wind Empire. One of them, a girl named Aian, had frost-blue hair and silver-white eyebrows. Her father was reportedly a viscount in the Northern Wind Empire.

Since they were newly arrived and unopened, they hadn't suffered any torture and were still relatively conscious. The remaining people were almost in a state of collapse, only knowing how to instinctively resist, and their condition was appalling.

The Blue Rose family has inexplicably gained another new achievement...

The news agency reporter promised that positive news of the successful rescue would be featured on the evening news.

The Kingdom Weekly will most likely have a second, or even a third, additional edition.

"Sir, I don't know your name yet?" Elaine extended her hand to show her friendliness.

"My name is Ham!" Tinyham extended his hand and shook it.

"Will your Blue Rose family take responsibility for these victims?" The female watchman asked, expressing her greater concern.

"If anyone becomes homeless, we will take responsibility for providing appropriate solutions." Tiniham nodded slightly and then strode away.

The figure disappeared into the setting sun.

The white-haired youth, a Saint-level spellcaster, was lost in thought until his subordinate called out, "Lord Elaine."

"Let's go back, it's almost time to get off work..."

The Pearl Hotel is part of the Solomon Group.

Today's customer traffic is far less than before. After all, a number of high-ranking officials and nobles who frequently traveled outside have died. The remaining people are like frightened birds, unanimously choosing to stay home and observe the changes in the outside world.

Second floor VIP room.

Sith Solomon and Iska Red Maple sat facing each other, silently drinking their sorrows.

That day, a banquet was held for the Blue Rose family. Considering Taiya and Greenfield's positions, neither of them attended. Little did they know, this was how they saved their lives.

"The Blue Rose family's strength is ridiculously high!" Sith Solomon swirled the red wine in his glass, his expression melancholy.

"They're different from us. They border the Orcish Tribe Alliance, and there are frequent clashes. If you're not strong enough, you have no place to stand. But it's strange, how could the Blue Rose family have two Saint-level experts deployed to the capital! Even with ample military strength, one person is enough to oversee things at most..." Iska said, looking puzzled.

"It could also be a Saint-level expert who happens to have a close friend helping him," Sith thought of one possibility.

On second thought, such a large-scale killing spree indicates a relationship that is far from ordinary, at least at the level of a guest elder. It is not unreasonable to believe that it is due to the strength of Blue Rose herself.

In comparison, the Solomon family's power was far inferior, simply not on the same level.

Sith can only mobilize power at the half-step Saint level to protect himself. If he wants to take the initiative to attack, he must obtain the approval of his elders.

(End of this chapter)