The dragon lady doesn't like the lord

"Everyone, on behalf of the Church of the Goddess of Night, we will pray for everyone and get rid of diseases and disasters."

The chaste saint walked into the crowd, smiled sweetly, and spoke softly:

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can come and get free treatment. This is the blessing bestowed upon the world by the great goddess of night."

Chapter 77: The Saint who appears to be extremely holy! Is this a big contrast?

At this moment, the morning light is shining.

It was as if the holy maiden was covered with a layer of light golden veil, hazy and beautiful.

Everyone present couldn't take their eyes off her.

Of course, no one was thinking about those dirty things, because this saint was so holy that no one could bear to blaspheme.

Just appreciate it, don't play with it!

"Lady Saint, my leg was hit by a fallen tree a few years ago. Now it hurts a little every time it rains. I hope you can treat me."

Everyone was immersed in the wonderful atmosphere. A middle-aged man in his forties was the first to break the silence. He lifted up his trouser leg and exposed his calf with a scar seven or eight centimeters long.

The legs were dark and not very strong, but one could clearly see the muscles trembling.

"Of course, the purpose of my coming here is to treat everyone's injuries."

The saint smiled gently, then stepped forward with her long legs covered by her white robe.

When she walks, the outline of her round and beautiful legs can be vaguely seen through the white skirt.

Sometimes hazy beauty can stimulate a gentleman's desire to explore, making people want to tear off the damn robe and appreciate its beauty.

When I came in front of the middle-aged man, I, the saint, smoothed the hem of my skirt with my hand. At this moment, her round and beautiful outline was fully revealed in the haze.

Then she slowly sat down with her hips tightly wrapped in the white skirt, and finally placed them lightly on her calves, forming a half-squatting posture.

Such a beautiful scene made the gentlemen present very excited.

This saint is so holy and beautiful, and her figure is breathtakingly beautiful.

But the strange thing is that no one present had any evil thoughts at all.

"The Saint of the Church of the Goddess of Night is indeed holy and beautiful. Seeing her makes people feel better."

Boris Hayden felt it was magical. There was such a beautiful woman in front of him, but he didn't get excited. It was really incomprehensible.

Perhaps this is what the Virgin of Chastity means.

"Indeed, just appreciating it makes people feel refreshed."

Burke Terran nodded, wondering if the Saint of Chastity had a special ability that could suppress the lust of those nearby.

Only in this way can it make sense.

“It is indeed wonderful.”

Ron couldn't help but admire that chaste saints were different from ordinary women, they needed to remain chaste throughout their lives and live their lives without desires.

They are admired by thousands of people and possess powerful abilities, but they cannot experience the pleasure of human's most primitive desires. I don't know whether this is lucky or unfortunate.

Ron felt that these nuns who guarded their chastity were quite sad.

I am helpless and can only sigh in vain...

"Goddess who controls the night, your most devout believer Xilin, prays that you will bestow your divine grace and heal the injuries of the world."

The saint crossed her hands and clasped them tightly in front of her chest, praying devoutly. Gradually, a faint golden light emanated from her palms.

In fact, this is her own ability, the healing holy light.

The reason why I mentioned the goddess of night is so that others would think that all this was given by God.

Doing so can strengthen people's recognition of theocracy and God, making God's existence more real.

Then, the light golden healing holy light, like a golden mist, floated towards the middle-aged man's scarred leg and wrapped it tightly.

In just a moment, the scar became much lighter, and the hidden injury inside was completely healed.

"My, my leg is healed..."

The middle-aged man stood up excitedly and felt no discomfort in his calf, as if it was even more agile than before the injury.

He fell to his knees with a thud and kowtowed to the saint in front of him;

"Thank you for your healing, Saint."

He knelt suddenly, spoke truthfully, had a sincere expression, and was deeply grateful.

"Sir, I am only a servant of the goddess. You can praise the great goddess and she will hear you in heaven."

The chaste saint named Xilin spoke gently.

The reason why she said this was still the same, to increase people's impression of the Goddess of Night and the Holy See.

Under this subtle influence, ordinary people living in poverty can easily regard the Goddess of Night as a belief.

Their children will also be influenced by their parents and have a good impression of the Vatican.

This is how the Vatican recruits believers and controls ordinary people.

The subsequent treatment went very smoothly under the guidance of the chaste saint Xilin.

The people knelt down and kowtowed, praising the Goddess of Night. Everyone present had a deep memory of the Church of the Goddess of Night.

Even if they don't become believers immediately, they will become supporters of the Church of the Goddess of Night.

"Faith is such a terrifying force."

Seeing this, Ron couldn't help but sigh.

The cohesive force of faith is too great. Once the Holy See controls the majority of the people and the clergy, it will be easy for it to overthrow the monarchy.

"They are just some fools. There is nothing to be afraid of."

Pullman Kyle understood what Ron meant, but as a nobleman he was proud and thought that there was no difference between farmers and livestock that plowed the land.

Even if they were gathered together, they couldn't do anything.

What can weak ants do when they gather together except attract the attention of humans?

"really."

Ron did not refute because he knew that it was extremely difficult to change people's opinions.

It is probably harder than climbing to heaven to make the nobles, who are high and mighty, care about the people at the bottom of society.

However, when the Saint of Chastity said her name was Xilin during her prayer, Ron knew all her information.

In the Monastery of Chastity, Xilin, one of the twelve chaste saints, is not as simple as she seems.

Beneath the holy, beautiful and glorious appearance, lies a lustful heart.

The holy Saint Xilin loves to be admired by the people and loves everyone looking up at her and staring at her.

I always fantasize about whether I will be pinned to the ground and severely treated by that group of people below.

When I was in the Vatican, I imagined being tied to a cross and humiliated by believers.

She is a huge contrast to her holy appearance.

Knowing this, Ron's mouth curled up wildly. He originally thought that the saint was holy.

It makes people completely unable to have any evil thoughts.

Now knowing the true nature of Saint Xilin, Ron's heart began to become restless.

As a qualified gentleman, he will spare no effort to meet a woman's inner expectations and needs.

He stood up and walked towards the Saint;

"Saint Xilin, could you please help me heal?"

"Of course, sir, the Goddess of Night will take care of everyone."

Xilin turned around, smiled sweetly, and then spoke gently.

That tone was like the breeze on a spring night, making people feel itchy.

"Sir, please tell me the cause of your illness so that I can treat you."

She added with a smile as she saw the young noble man staring at her without saying a word.

She didn't know why, but she felt that the man's eyes were full of aggression, as if he was a demon who would pounce on her at any time, drag her into the abyss, and humiliate her crazily.

This made her breathing heavier...

Ron pointed at his head, his face showing pain:

"Lady Saint, I am always thinking about reproduction and having fun with women. This makes me very distressed, you know? I obviously don't want to be like this, but I can't control it. I always think about some crazy and lewd things."

Chapter 78: Ron's incredible operation! The various fantasies of the contrasting saint!

Winter City, Earl's Mansion, backyard.

As Ron said this, everyone present was stunned.

The people did not expect that this noble lord would actually talk about this unspeakable disease in front of everyone.

And this doesn't seem to be a disease, it's an addiction...

The nobles looked at each other in bewilderment. Everyone was surprised at first, but later thought that Ron was trying to tease this holy and chaste nun.

But this is too bold and shameless, saying such obscene words to the holy and beautiful Saint Xilin.

It is simply a disgrace to the nobility...

After hearing this, the nuns were stunned. They had seen countless diseases, but this was the first time they had heard of such a shameful disease.

"I'm sorry sir, your illness is probably psychological. I'm afraid there's nothing I can do to help."

When Xilin heard the man's words, her body hidden under her skirt trembled violently. She had never expected that there were people in the world who were as addicted as her.

But as a chaste saint, she would never say such a thing openly.

Moreover, she couldn't suppress her own illness and it became increasingly serious. How could she possibly cure others?