Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

The sheriff rolled up his sleeves and approached Celia, but before he could finish speaking, Celia kicked him to the ground.

Celia stepped on the other person and snorted, "Let's talk this out, don't resort to violence."

The other immediately tapped his bracelet: "Captain, there's trouble here, requesting backup."

Celia: "..."

Soon after, the sound of many footsteps came from nearby.

Soon, a group of five people came running over.

Upon seeing this, the sheriff, who had been trampled on the ground, immediately struggled to his feet and ran over.

"Captain, it's her. We were investigating the infidels' family situations, and she came up to me and..."

Bang!

The captain punched him hard, causing him to fall to the ground again.

Under the bewildered gaze of the other person, the captain quickly walked up to Celia and exclaimed excitedly, "Miss Celia! I'm your fan!"

W-what?

Miss Celia?

real or fake?

The sheriff on the ground and the one shaking the people rubbed their eyes, and soon, the sense of familiarity immediately merged with the image of Celia.

Holy crap, is that really Celia?!

What are we doing?

"Hello." Recognized, Celia nodded to the other person but did not remove her veil, asking directly, "I'd like to know what's going on here. Could you tell me?"

The captain was very happy.

"No problem, I'll answer anything you know!"

Chapter 360 An Ordinary Yet Extraordinary Past

"So you've come to investigate the family situations of heretics, to see if they'll rise again. Not a bad operation, but..."

After learning about their mission from the captain, Celia suddenly understood, but she frowned as she looked at the sheriff who hadn't gotten up and the two elderly people.

"Why did these two friends say their son had been arrested and that they had to pay fines and ransoms?"

The captain was stunned. "Is that so?"

He looked at the two sheriffs.

"You received money?"

The one standing bowed his head and said, "I accepted 12 silver coins."

The captain looked at Celia and ordered, "Do you want those two old people to starve to death? Give them back to them immediately."

"Yes."

The sheriff reluctantly handed the silver coins back to the two elderly people.

The two elderly people kept bowing in gratitude.

The old man looked at Celia and the captain, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask, "My lords, is my child in jail, or dead?"

Seeing that Celia also seemed curious, the captain asked the sheriff in charge, "Which heretics are these two people under your jurisdiction?"

“It was a man named Deer, whose operation was to freeze the arena, and he was…” The other person glanced at Celia, hesitated for a moment, and then said, “One of the thirty-six heretics who were executed on the spot.”

Celia was taken aback. "So that's what it was..."

She looked at the two elderly people.

So, are these the father and mother of one of the thirty-six heretics who were blown to the head by Lord Ross?

The captain keenly noticed the strange look in Celia's eyes, and considering that she was the source of the two old people's 'son's murder', then...

What would the kind-hearted Miss Celia do?

He wanted to know, but he wisely ordered, "Let's go. Miss Celia can handle this. We'll go somewhere else."

"Yes!"

After the sheriffs left, Celia looked at the two elderly people, who were also looking at her with gratitude in their eyes.

She felt a little awkward and uncomfortable.

But the uneasy gratitude slowly dissipated when he thought that the deceased was a heretic.

Upon hearing the confirmed news, the two elderly people seemed to age considerably in an instant, transforming from somewhat robust to nearing the end of their lives.

Their bodies were swaying, and they leaned on each other to avoid falling.

Celia hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Hello, Grandpa and Grandma, I'd like to know about your child's story. Would it be convenient for you to tell me?"

The old woman wiped away her tears, shakily returned to the small house behind her, and took out a worn-out stool.

Their hut was very simple, just a makeshift structure made of planks and sheet metal, leaning against the wall of a small courtyard. Perhaps the courtyard owner was kind, as they were allowed to build the hut against the wall.

"Sir...please sit down."

Celia shook her head. "You guys sit down, I'll just stand."

"Old man, please sit down. You're not in good health and shouldn't stand for too long."

"If my benefactor won't sit, I won't sit either," the old man said, rubbing his eyes.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Celia's face. She should have been an enemy, but she was being called a benefactor.

"Grandpa, please sit down. Don't stand and hurt your health."

Only after she and the old lady insisted did the old man sigh and sit down.

He took a breath and said, "Little Dill wasn't a bad person to begin with, but a kind heart can't survive here."

"When he went to work, he was always bullied and his wages were deducted by the foreman. At most, he would only get 5 silver coins out of 10, and he would even bring 4 silver coins back to us to keep. He would save 1 silver coin to eat for a month..."

How could one silver coin possibly last a month?

Through the old man's words, Celia gradually learns about the situation of the heretic [Dil] who was killed casually.

He was insecure, kind-hearted, and hardworking, but these qualities did not bring him goodwill; they only brought him endless malice.

His inferiority complex led to his being ostracized by others, his kindness caused him to incur unnecessary expenses, and his hard work only resulted in his boss cutting corners.

The old man said that every time he came back, he kept repeating the same thing—

“Father, I don’t want to be good, I want to be evil.”

But he remained kind and did not fall into the abyss.

until……

He met an ordinary girl, and the two became acquainted and opened their hearts to each other. He saved up a lot of money and bought a beautiful ring, intending to propose to her. However, when he was about to give it to her, he saw two villains committing a heinous act against her in her house.

When the girl saw him, tears of blood streamed down her face. In despair, she picked up a pair of scissors and plunged them into her heart.

Dill's inferiority complex and cowardice stemming from his habit of being bullied prevented him from charging forward. Instead, he ran away, rushed home, and cried all night.

From then on, Dill stopped talking and went out early and returned late every day.

He no longer gives off a sunny vibe; he's slowly becoming gloomy.

He seems to have gotten stronger, but he's also become...uncomfortable.

Less than a month later, people found the two villains dead in the street. They died a horrible death, with not a single piece of flesh intact on their bodies. Their lower bodies were cut into pieces and were being gnawed on by wild dogs.

At first, he would only come back once every two days, then once every three days...

Later on, he wouldn't go home even once a week.

Some say he must have joined a heresy and become a heretic, but his father, old Dill, doesn't believe it.

When Old Dill questioned him, he simply shook his head, left a large sum of money for the two elderly people, and then left.

After that, there was no news until last month when the tragic news came that he had died in the stands at a match.

The two elderly people didn't believe it and wanted to know the specifics, but all that came out were rumors, and they couldn't get in touch with anyone who actually knew the situation.

As for the corpses of those heretics, they could not possibly be brought back to them; they had already been disposed of.

Only just now did they truly confirm the child's death.

After telling Dill's story, old Dill gasped for breath, his eyes filled with nothing but death.

"Alas, perhaps our family has long been abandoned by the gods, which is why we have ended up like this. God..."

Muttering to himself, old Dill slowly lowered his head and closed his eyes.

Celia sensed him and realized he was just asleep, not dead, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The girl's expression was complicated. She remained silent for a long time, then took out 10 gold coins from her pocket. After thinking for a moment, she took out a badge as well and handed it to her grandmother who was standing next to her.

"Grandma, please accept this. With this badge, you can go directly to the Mercenary Guild and the Mage Guild to exchange your gold coins for silver coins."

The badge is a trading token issued by the Mercenary Guild. You can use this badge to trade and exchange for gold and silver coins within the Mercenary Guild. If you lose it, you can get a new one. It's not an important item.

Grandma shook her head. "Thank you, kind child. You have shown me that there is still hope in this world. But we cannot accept this gold coin. We don't have much time left to live. Twelve silver coins are enough."

"Take it."

Without saying a word, Celia placed the gold coins and badges into her grandmother's hands and turned to leave.

Grandma watched Celia walk away and finally could only sigh.

Just as she was putting the gold coins into her purse, a few shady-looking guys appeared from the street corner.

"Hey, old man, hand over the gold coins, or I'll kill you all."

Grandma clutched the bag tightly, her fingers trembling as she pointed at the group of men, "You..."

Just as she was about to say something, several ice spikes suddenly appeared, making a 'whoosh whoosh whoosh' sound, and instantly pierced the foreheads of the group.

Just as they were about to fall, an invisible rope pulled them out and they disappeared around the street corner.

Grandma stared blankly at the scene, unable to react for a long time.

Across the street, Celia shook her hand, sighed softly, and walked towards the city center.

"Lord Ross..."

"There is no right or wrong in this world. There is no need to blame yourself for it. If you want to change things, make yourself stronger. Only the strong are qualified to lead the world."

Chapter 361 Target: The Far North

"Finally, it's time to leave."

Now it's the second day after her stroll around. After taking care of everything, Celia has boarded the train to leave.

Unlike when the elves left, there were few people around, but on the side of the Ishtar Empire, there were many people seeing them off.

As countless residents of Koster bid her farewell, they all shouted that they hoped Celia would come to Koster more often in the future.

Celia waved goodbye to everyone, indicating that she would come back.

The patrol train, capable of carrying dozens of people, slowly started moving and sped out of the city.

Instead of using the teleportation array, they opted for the most economical and practical mode of transport, ready to enjoy the scenery along the Northern Alliance route.

Celia sat by the window, gazing at the receding city of Koster.

Doris kept glancing at her, and finally couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking at?"

"Take a look at the most bustling city in the Northern League."

Doris said, "It doesn't feel as good as our Shining City. At least Shining City doesn't have designated slums."

When the slums were mentioned, Celia couldn't help but think of the elderly couple from yesterday.

She murmured to herself, "Doris, tell me, if you had a heretic in front of you, but he became a heretic because he was bullied and had no choice but to fall into depravity, what would you do?"

Doris said, "Take him back to the temple and give him a chance at redemption."

"What if he has killed many innocent people in the past and is now harming even more innocent people? Is killing him the only way to stop it?"