Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

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Alma stared blankly at the parchment in her hand. Now she was completely subservient to the demon lord. She couldn't help but regret that she shouldn't have accepted the temptation of the "ghost" in the mirror when she was cursing her sister Agatha in front of the mirror.

Those demon lords could manipulate people's hearts and souls at will. She was now sinking deeper and deeper into it. She had previously researched many books about the fates of those who made pacts with demons, and without exception, they were all tragic. They were forced by demons to do many evil things. Murder was just the tip of the iceberg. More often, these people would create tragedies, unleash disasters, and harvest the souls of ordinary people. And without exception, their souls were taken away and toyed with by the demon lords, forever in pain, unable to return to the Underworld, unable to return to peace.

But when Alma looked up and saw her own face in the mirror again, her eyes turned cold once more. "I'm more afraid of losing all of this than of my soul being burned by the fires of purgatory."

She lost her magical abilities, the praise of those around her, her current high status, and even her beautiful face.

She reached out and rubbed her cheeks, as if to confirm her appearance. The constant changes in her appearance in the mirror had made her feel a little "unbelieving" of her current look.

"I have no choice but to return to the Golden Flower Royal City immediately," Elma said, sitting down on the ground dejectedly. "The time I agreed with the Adventurers' Guild is almost up, and I need to go back to continue serving as a promotion examiner."

She called out softly, and a black astral rift appeared beside her, from which the giant serpent slithered out.

Looking at the giant python, Alma couldn't help but recall the thin, black venomous snake she had crushed. She gave a bitter smile, "There's no going back."

"But," she turned to look out the window, "even if I leave, it doesn't mean that goblin will have a good ending."

She patted the Astral Serpent's body, then stood up with the serpent's support. She quickly walked to the desk, wrote down the instructions, and then paper and pen flew to her.

Alma looked out the window to the north. Under the cover of night, everything in the distance was shrouded in darkness, with only the stars in the sky still twinkling.

She picked up her pen, considered the wording carefully, and then wrote on the paper:

"Your Excellency Earl Valentine, do you wish to know how your son Philip died? I can tell you now..."

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"I'm sorry, but the amount of holy water you mentioned earlier is a bit excessive, and our church cannot agree to it at the moment," a priest from the Church of Earth and Life said, shaking his head somewhat apologetically.

"But priest, you did take the money and agree to it," Little John said, shrugging.

He also glanced at the cathedral behind the priest. This church of the Church of Earth and Life was located in the northern part of Black Lion City and was the largest church in the entire Valentine Earldom.

At this time, people were coming and going at the church entrance, many of whom had just finished praying and were walking out of the church to go home.

The priest quickly pulled little John aside. "I don't know why, but His Excellency the bishop suddenly tightened the distribution of holy water. If he takes your money, I can return it to you."

"But my alchemy workshop is waiting for these holy waters as materials, you know," Little John emphasized again. "Winter is the peak season for adventurers to enter the forest, and those potions can sell very well."

"I know, but you want a whole barrel. The church doesn't just pump water directly from the Darren River to make holy water." The priest sighed, then started patting his clothes, seemingly preparing to pay Little John.

John watched as the other person took out their money for a few seconds and kept repeating the same action. He knew what the other person was up to. "You don't need to pay back the money. I just want the holy water."

Previously, the boss, Charles, had told him very seriously that these holy waters were extremely important, concerning the life and death of the entire tribe, and needed to be handled as soon as possible. He had already bribed the priest, who had confidently accepted the gold coins, but when it came time to deliver the goods, things turned out like this.

"I really can't produce that much holy water," the priest said, stamping his foot regretfully. "I can't possibly deceive you with water from the Darren River like I do with those poor people."

Upon hearing this, John's lips twitched. Not far from them, a few people who looked like ordinary citizens were carrying a small wooden bucket filled with water and leaving the church with a respectful demeanor.

"If your potion doesn't work and you come to the church to expose me, wouldn't I be at a disadvantage?" The priest ignored Little John's expression and continued talking to himself, "Or you can wait a while. Maybe it won't be so strict after a while. I heard that Earl Valentine ordered a batch of holy water from the church for other uses."

"My lord," Little John raised an eyebrow, this news was rather strange, "what do they want the holy water for?"

"I don't know." The priest shook his head, and just as he was about to continue persuading little John, a woman's voice came from not far away, interrupting their conversation.

"Little John." A woman dressed in the robes of the Church of Earth and Life approached and raised her hand.

When John saw the person, he immediately waved and greeted her, "I didn't expect to see you here, Sophia."

A round-faced, red-haired girl with her braids coiled at the back of her head approached the two. She instinctively covered her mouth with her raised hand, then yawned. "Yes, I didn't expect to see you. Are you here to pray?"

"No, I'm here to..." Little John hesitated for a moment, then he saw the priest in front of him looking very respectful, as if Sophia had some status in the Church of Earth and Life. "I'm here to buy some holy water."

"Holy water?" Sophia looked at the two people in front of her, then seemed to understand something. "You can talk to the staff inside about that."

“I need a larger quantity. You know I work for an alchemy workshop,” John shrugged. “Adventuring is just a side job. I mainly gather herbs in the forest.”

"Is that so?" Sophia looked at the "herbalist" in front of her. He was wearing leather armor inlaid with iron plates, as well as steel arm guards and leg guards. Behind him was a greatsword that looked exceptionally sharp.

"I wouldn't have guessed, herb gatherer." Sophia smiled slightly.

"Could you help me buy a large bucket of holy water?" Little John smiled and looked at the other man, neither of them paying attention to the priest who was taking small steps backward beside them.

"Sure, but I also have something I'd like to ask you." Sophia nodded, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

"Find me a batch of goblins."