I find it very sacred to pick someone up and make them a saint.

Mien led Lucia forward.

A trace of sadness flashed in Lucia's eyes as she nodded to Mien, indicating that this was the plague.

Mien used magic to investigate.

"really".

In a place where Lucia cannot see.

Purple energy surged within the young man.

This is not a simple disease, but an extraordinary phenomenon.

The ring on Mien's left hand flickered, and a stream of energy, similar in color to the purple before him, flowed out.

The moment they touched each other, the two energies merged and converged, condensing into one.

—The Cult of Covenant Truth.

This is precisely the power of the sect's faith.

Mien felt a heavy weight in his heart. It seemed that the esoteric religion, which had disappeared for a hundred years, had returned to people's sight.

It's just unclear whether this was an organized act, or what conspiracy or purpose lay behind it.

Mien retrieved the purple energy back into his ring.

This time, as he extended his right hand, the power of light surged forth.

Lucia stood to the side, clearly seeing the magic being cast before her eyes, and for a moment she felt dazed, as if she were dreaming.

He seemed to be omnipotent.

Mien used healing spells and a purification book to cleanse the energy curse within his body and heal his dying body.

But he quickly realized something was wrong and frowned.

This is not a mere display of faith, nor is it simply derived from or utilized from relics or artifacts.

Rather, it is closer to the primordial power of faith in the Mother Goddess.

"This is getting serious," Mien frowned.

In this situation, the Academy of Scholars must organize a systematic investigation by its senior scholars.

The destructive power of esoteric Buddhism on ordinary people far surpasses that of a few ominous signs.

Especially after two hundred years of peaceful times, ordinary people have no awareness of such dangers.

If necessary, the Holy Knights or the Imperial City Guard should be mobilized to help.

This is not just a matter for the Academy of Scholars; it concerns the very foundation of the entire empire.

The light magic quickly healed the other person's body, and the surging purple energy rapidly dissipated.

But the person remained unconscious, with an odd posture and rolled-up eyes.

After purifying most of the evil god's energy, the energy of light stagnated in the deepest part.

A point of purple light condensed within his body, and no matter how much the energy of light impacted him, it could not fundamentally shake him.

"This still can't be solved simply by purification and healing spells."

Faced with a curse from an evil god unseen for a century, Mien was somewhat troubled by his rusty knowledge.

He increased the power of the spell again, but it quickly failed.

It seems that the "Great Strength Brick Flying" technique is no longer viable.

Mien focused his mind and tried to guide the purple energy with his powerful mental strength, and then use the laws of energy to dissipate it.

However, they soon encountered resistance, and no matter how Mien tried to manipulate them, they remained unmoved.

He sighed helplessly.

"In that case, conservative treatment is the only option."

Driven by magic, a silver pen on Mien's chest slowly flew out.

After floating in mid-air, a white streak of light shot out from the pen and instantly pierced the opponent's neck.

Mysterious and intricate green magical patterns flow across the pen; the entry is "Life's Joy".

Effect: It brings life to a state of calm and stillness through absolute pleasure, preventing further erosion by injuries and diseases.

This is a unique magical artifact created by Mien by combining the energy and imprinting laws of the Plant Cult and the Order Cult, and further combining it with the affinity of the Root Refining Gold Pen.

This method temporarily sustains the other person's life in order to facilitate subsequent treatment.

In fact, Mien, the top scholar of the Academy, is not very strong in combat, and is even somewhat weak.

He possesses the strongest light energy, yet his resonance level is only in the early thirties.

But knowledge is fighting power.

With his profound knowledge, understanding, and innovation of all powers and imprints, Mien is a veritable treasure trove, and anything seemingly insignificant may be imbued with unknown magical attributes.

Although most of them cannot compare to orthodox light magic, people know that they must also possess immense and unknown power, which is far beyond what ordinary people can withstand.

Others would rather fight each other fair and square than fear what Mien had never revealed.

The same applies to the Temple Academy. Although the scholars are generally weaker in combat, powerful imprinted energy patterns are faintly flowing between the various buildings.

This instills fear in other forces and ensures sufficient self-defense capabilities.

"Do you know him?" Mien turned to Lucia and asked.

Lucia snapped out of her shock and nodded quickly:

"He was Ron the blacksmith's son, unemployed, a troublemaker, and often loitered around the streets."

I used to work at his father's blacksmith shop, but he dismissed me after he got sick, and we haven't had any contact since.

After Ron died, I heard he lived off the savings his father had left him.

"Who is he in close contact with?"

Lucia seemed taken aback by the question. After thinking seriously for a moment, she said:

"It seems not. He doesn't associate with anyone because he likes to provoke others and see them get angry, so nobody likes him."

Pure alkaline.

"Have you been behaving unusually lately?"

Lucia shook her head:

"I won't approach him. Iron Can Street is deserted now. I haven't seen him in a long time, and I haven't heard anyone else mention him."

It seems we can't find any clues here for now; we should start with the first patient.

Often, the first to be targeted are those closest to oneself.

Mien was very experienced in investigating anomalies, having worked his way up from the front lines for decades and had handled countless similar cases.

"Please take me to the first patient's home."

Lucia nodded and continued on with Mien.

We slowly made our way to the center of the neighborhood.

It has a slightly more down-to-earth feel to it.

The aroma of wheat wafted from a bakery, where women wearing aprons displayed steaming hot rye bread in front of the shop.

Not far away, a drunkard suddenly emerged from the tavern and saw Mien and Lucia.

With wide, dazed eyes, thinking he was hallucinating from the alcohol, he turned and collapsed into the bushes beside him, passing out.

People are still living their lives as usual.

Humans are truly strange animals.

Mien thought to himself.

They can survive resiliently in any environment, and for a time they may not even be aware of their own suffering, but simply try to live on.

We walked another few dozen meters.

A few young people who were standing idly by the roadside scattered and hid when they saw them, then secretly watched from a distance.

They had no idea what this well-dressed man was there for.

She had no idea why Lucia was following her.

As she walked, Lucia kept her head down slightly, having recovered from her initial shock.

He couldn't help but steal glances at Mien out of the corner of his eye.

Mien's handsome and tall figure supported the solemn and sacred scholar's robe, while the badges and patterns outlined the mystery of magic.

After a moment, she shook her head, just like before, thinking so much was futile.

Everything around her was constantly pushing her forward.

This time, however, she felt certain that the other person would not harm her...

There was a strange sense of peace in me.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind, trying its best to keep it down.

"Lua...!"

Even with her ears covered, Mien could still hear the volume.

Lucia quickly turned around and saw a familiar figure.

In the old house, the neighbor's old woman leaned over the door, revealing half of her round, drooping face. She was hunched over and waved rapidly at Lucia.

His expression was serious and earnest.

As if her back was blocked from Mien's view, she became extremely mysterious.

"Ah..." Lucia didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Marissa is an elderly neighbor, over seventy years old, who, despite being poor, always takes care of her.

When Lucia had free time, she would often go to her house to help out.

She thought Lucia had been kidnapped by a vicious nobleman, so she quickly gestured for Lucia to secretly hide with her.

Mien slowly turned around.

Marissa quickly dodged to the side, but her movements were as slow as a sloth.

His white hair and half of his shoulder were exposed.

"she is?"

Lucia quickly replied, "She is Grandma Marissa, a very nice person."

Mien seemed to be deep in thought.

Elderly people often provide clues that others don't know.

It also served as a fulcrum, allowing Mien to gain a deeper understanding of the situation in Iron Can Street.

"Can we go to her house for a while?"

Lucia was surprised by Mien's sudden remark and quickly nodded.

After not hearing any sound for a while, Marissa slowly peeked out with one eye to observe.

All he saw was Lucia leading Mien charging over, and in his panic, he wished he could grab the cane on the table and fight desperately.

Unfortunately, due to my leg problems, I could only silently pray: May the Goddess of Light protect me...

Seeing this, Lucia quickly said:

"Grandma Marissa, he's not a bad person, he just saved me!"

It took the old man a while to come to his senses after hearing Lucia's words.

He breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

A hand touches the forehead:

"Thank you, Goddess of Light..."