Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

Jack paused for a moment, then nodded. "I know. Heretics are evil sects that only do heinous things."

“Good to know. Can I come to your house?” Celia asked.

“Well… I live alone, you… might offend your eyes.”

"Don't worry, I won't touch your things. You can watch me investigate."

"Alright then, please come in."

Celia and the puppet controlled by Rose entered the house, and the girl glanced around the room.

The house is not big, covering an area of ​​about 20 to 30 square meters, and is divided into three rooms. The entrance is the living room, and there are two rooms on each side.

In the very center of the living room, an unknown deity was being worshipped.

Celia approached the enshrined statue and stared at it.

"Mr. Jack, which god is this?" Celia asked as she sensed the statue, but she didn't detect any signs of contamination.

“This is… the all-knowing and all-powerful God of Light.” Jack’s expression flickered.

Celia, who was about to skip over it, immediately returned to the statue. "Are you sure this is the God of Light?"

"I……"

"This is neither the God of Light nor any of the twelve Olympian gods."

"I can say that," Celia said with certainty.

She couldn't actually tell which god it was because the statue's face was blurry and she couldn't make out anything, but the "holy words" made her realize that Jack was lying.

【Sacred Words】is a gift from the gods to the Holy Court. After studying it, in addition to the increasingly profound spells, it will also grant the practitioner various passive abilities, such as the ability to sense contamination and detect lies.

However, not everyone can comprehend these abilities.

Those who can cultivate the ability to perceive pollution will become Knights of Justice; those who possess the ability to detect lies will become priests or Knights of Judgment.

Those who didn't manage to fix anything were ordinary clergy.

The Holy Maiden, on the other hand, needs to comprehend most of the passive abilities.

Celia has already grasped the ability to sense pollution and detect lies, although she hasn't refined it yet. She needs to get close to detect it, and the perception is very vague and not guaranteed to be completely accurate.

The same applies to lie detectors; they are only effective if the person has not practiced lying.

Clearly, Jack hadn't practiced lying without batting an eye.

Faced with Celia's words, Jack was somewhat apprehensive. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from you. It's just that I don't know which god this statue belongs to."

Celia frowned slightly. The faint smell of pollution in the house made her a little uncomfortable. The statue in front of her was not a pollutant, but the fact that it was an unfamiliar statue made her very concerned.

Just as I was about to say something, a voice suddenly came from outside.

“Miss Celia, please let Uncle Jack go. He really doesn’t know which god this statue belongs to. It’s a gift from me to everyone.”

Celia looked up and saw Marina walking in from outside, carrying a crystal chandelier.

"Miss Marina?"

Marina's expression was complicated. "Although I don't know what you've discovered, I can assure you that these statues have absolutely nothing to do with the anomalies at Lake Bea. I can guarantee that."

“Do you know which god this is?” Celia asked.

Marina shook her head unexpectedly. "I don't know."

Celia: "?"

You gave it to everyone, didn't you know?

"This was the only request the gentlemen and ladies who sponsored me made: they hoped that I could put these ordinary stone-carved statues in all my homes."

An unknown idol?

Celia's first thought was of heresy and evil gods.

She couldn't help but glance at Ross, who was standing silently beside her.

"Mr. Ross, is this your statue?"

Does it look like me?

Celia: "..."

The features on this statue, which isn't as long as an arm, are so blurry that it doesn't resemble anyone.

If there are signs of contamination on the statue, Celia will be certain that it is a statue of an evil god.

However, there was nothing on it. There were no signs of pollution or magic. It was just an ordinary stone statue, carved by a very rough hand.

"At first, I thought these statues were related to paganism or evil gods, but when I took them to the Holy Temple, the priests there said they were just ordinary stones. They said that without their support, the school in Bea Village wouldn't be able to continue, so I..."

After a pause, Marina said, "This isn't the place to talk. Can we go somewhere else?"

Celia nodded. "Okay, but wait a minute. I've found traces of heresy here. Let me find out where they are."

"The idol is not..."

"It's not a statue."

"Ok."

Now even Marina looked at Jack with a puzzled expression.

Jack immediately raised his hand and said, "Marina, I'm not a heretic. Don't you know what kind of person I am..."

"found it."

Before Jack could finish speaking, Celia had already located the source of the contamination.

It was a bright green fishing rod made of bamboo.

Celia approached Marina with a fishing rod. "This is it. The contamination is faint, but any sorcerer will sense it upon contact."

Marina took the fishing rod in disbelief and immediately felt a very uncomfortable sensation from it, like being watched by a pack of wolves at night, which sent chills down her spine.

She instinctively let go of the fishing rod, which was then taken by Celia.

"Did you feel it? That extremely unpleasant feeling?" Celia smiled slightly.

Marina nodded; this feeling was indeed very uncomfortable.

She looked at Jack, her expression slowly becoming complicated.

The honest and kind-hearted uncle in front of me seemed like a complete stranger at this moment.

"Uncle Jack, is there anything else you want to say?"

Chapter 34 The Saintess Questions Life

"This is not my fishing rod; someone gave it to me."

Jack's expression became extremely tense.

"Whose is it?" Marina clenched her fist, and a flame slowly appeared on her fist.

Heretics are not only the enemy of the Holy See, but also the enemy of all sorcerers. Even though Marina had never faced heretics, she knew of their danger from others.

To put it more simply, isn't Lake Bea possibly the work of infidels?

Jack sensed Marina's anger and spoke much faster: "Emma gave it to me. She said it was her fishing rod. After her youngest son was killed by the white monster, she gave it to me, saying that her family would never go fishing again."

Celia had already confirmed that Jack was not a heretic, so she wasn't surprised to hear this. She simply asked curiously, "Did you take it and use it?"

Jack immediately shook his head: "I have my own fishing rod, why should I use someone else's? Besides, what if it's his youngest son's fishing rod? It would be so inappropriate to use it."

"Then why didn't you throw it away?" Marina asked.

"I can't just throw away a fishing rod that someone kindly gave me."

Marina looked at Celia and said, "There's something wrong with this fishing rod. Maybe it was used by Emma's youngest son. After he was killed, the pollution carried by the white monster Hai Si transferred to his fishing rod."

“Is that so?” Jack paused for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief. “That scared me to death. I thought Emma was a heretic.”

Marina gave Celia a wink, and the two made an excuse to leave Jack's house and go outside.

Marina simply said, "Let's go find Uncle Emma," and then led the way in silence toward Emma's house.

Clearly, what she just said was only for Jack's ears, and not to exonerate Emma.

Celia didn't say anything, but followed Marina to Emma's house and knocked on Emma's door.

Emma was still awake when she heard light coming from inside. Opening the door, Emma, ​​wearing a coat, looked at the two women with a puzzled expression: "Marina? And you, Mage? Is there something you need?"

“Miss Celia heard that your son died because of the white monster, so she came to offer her condolences and find out more,” Marina said.

"Please come in quickly."

The two followed Emma into the house, which was a little larger than Jack's and had a fireplace. The light they saw outside was coming from the fireplace, and the fire in the fireplace was burning very brightly.

There was another person in the house, Emma's wife, who was washing dishes wrapped in a coat. Hearing the sound, she turned around and said happily, "Welcome, Miss Marina, and Master Sorcerer."

"Hello," Celia greeted politely, then frowned slightly and sniffed.

"The pollution here is so bad..."

If the pollution at Jack's house was like smoke from a wisp of fire, then this place is like the thick smoke from a fire scene.

Strangely, it was completely imperceptible from the outside—when she first arrived, Celia specifically sensed it and noticed a faint trace of contamination, though it wasn't very clear.

Who knew it would be so thick when she came in? So thick that Celia had the urge to burn the whole house down.

The instant she entered the room, Celia identified at least three evil objects.

The only uncertainty was whether Emma and his wife were actually heretics.

Similar, but not similar.

Are they heretics or not?

Celia was somewhat bewildered by the results she had perceived.

Ross couldn't help but laugh: "If we had the ability to know someone's background at a glance, the Holy Court wouldn't have fallen to this state."

If there are ways to identify pollution, there are naturally ways to counteract that identification.

Celia had never encountered this before, but she has now.

Logically, with so much pollutant in the house, the homeowner must be a heretic, but the information transmitted by my senses doesn't prove he's a heretic; it's as if he's just an ordinary villager...

Celia relinquished her senses.

Emma led the two to a seat and asked, "What would you like to know? I'm sorry... the rest of the child's remains have been cremated and buried on the hill behind the house."

Marina had no perception of the divine word; she only felt that Emma's house was a little cold.

"Why is your house so cold?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Maybe it's because my house is next to the river, and the air conditioning keeps blowing into the house."

Emma smiled and looked at the fireplace: "That's why I had someone order a fireplace specifically for me, so it's warmer when it's burning all the time."

Marina looked at Celia, "Miss Celia?"

Celia snapped out of her reverie and asked, "Did your child leave any belongings?"

"Have."

Emma got up, searched for a moment, and found a box.

"The box is full of his belongings. Sigh, my child, he was all set to go to school and get ready to go on adventures with his brother, who knew..."

Emma's grief was genuine, especially after she opened the box, her expression became even more somber.

Besides Emma's youngest son's clothes, there was also a bracelet in the box.

"This bracelet was given to him by his brother, but we don't have that kind of thing here, so we can't contact his brother. We can only go to Xuesheng Town."

The traces of contamination emanating from the bracelet, transmitted to Celia's senses upon activation, caused her to clench her fists, wishing she could smash the bracelet to pieces.

Her voice was strained, almost clenched: "Mr. Emma, ​​what's your child's name?"

“My eldest son is named Eric, and my youngest son is named Duke,” Emma sighed.

"Does Duke like to go fishing at Lake Bea?" Celia asked.

Emma nodded: "He loved swimming and catching fish since he was little. Later, I asked Jack to help look after him and take him fishing, and he started to love fishing."