After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

The slightly older one, who looked like the leader of the group, made some extremely rude gestures towards Rosaline with a smug look on his face:

"Get out! Get out! Go back to your demon master! Lord Aize and my brother will kill you all! Bah—"

Leaving behind a series of extremely unfriendly grimaces, the children jumped off the broken wall, slid along the wildly growing vines to a tilted pillar and then fell to the ground, disappearing into the maze-like town in a flash.

Only the believers were left standing there helplessly and furiously.

"Look, Lady Rosalyn! Even the children are like this! This city is unreasonable! These bastards are not our compatriots at all! They are heretics!"

The believer who was doused on the head covered his bleeding nose with a red face. He was an adult male in his thirties and was so aggrieved that he was about to cry.

But he was careful to keep a distance from Rosalyn so as not to accidentally dirty her.

Of course, Rosaline herself couldn't be said to be very clean at the moment.

The mud, dug from a puddle somewhere, was sticky and smelled extremely bad. It spread all over the body because of the initial collision, making the holy white robe a mess, and even the hair and face were stained.

But Rosalyn still kept smiling, showing no sign of wavering.

"Everyone, there's no need to be so angry."

She took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her face. Although it didn't have much effect, it at least allowed her facial features and expression to be clearly seen by everyone.

"This is just some petty malice. Compared with the real public opinion in this city, it is not worth mentioning. We cannot be frightened by this little thing."

"... A small amount of ill will? Public opinion? Small? Not worth mentioning?"

The female believer who was crying just now muttered to herself, repeating the key words in Rosaline's words, and her eyes gradually became empty and distracted.

As a member of the Pure White Saint Sect, she should not question the object of her faith.

But everything we have seen and heard in the past few days has shown that the Pure White Saint Sect in Lilbas is not welcomed wholeheartedly by the people, but at least it is like a rat crossing the street.

Not only is he being mocked and condemned by everyone, but the other party has even intensified their bullying and is now directly targeting him.

This doesn't make sense no matter how you think about it.

"Okay, stop standing here. Go take a shower and rest. I also need to get ready again."

Rosalyn said this, brushing off some larger pieces of mud from her body, and turned around to walk into the room.

But he was immediately stopped again:

"Lady Rosalyn! What...what should we do next?"

"Yeah, these damn locals are already like this, is there still a need to preach to them?!"

"Or maybe we should try a different approach? This is totally useless!"

"No, it works."

"……what?"

"useful."

The Pure White Saint turned around with a smile and repeated it again in a kind but absolutely unquestionable tone.

Then he put his hands together, closed his eyes and brows slightly, as if praying:

"I can feel the voices of the people of this city. They are doubting, they are changing, and they are not hostile to us. So, continue to spread the truth, and they will understand."

"This……"

"Haha, let's talk about it later. See you later."

The believers were silent, watching Rosaline disappear behind the door with muddy feet. Then they looked at each other, and no one spoke for a long time.

"All of these are mundane and insignificant. I only know that the righteous path must be upheld and my incarnation must survive, so that I can achieve salvation."

In the silence, a voice suddenly sounded.

But it is not in reality, but appears directly in the mind, as if someone is telling it, or as if it is an idea that emerges directly from one's own consciousness.

Difficult to discern, but not offensive.

Because, according to Jane, who has had relevant experience, this is how the oracle manifests itself.

The direct will from the Goddess was no longer confined to a single person in the form of a rare miracle, but was rapidly expanding in the past few days.

Nearly half of the believers claim that they have received direct teachings from the goddess.

Now, finally, even I was chosen.

Compared with such an honor, the little disappointments in reality suddenly become insignificant.

"Ahhh, goddess, merciful goddess! Please forgive our hesitation! Forgive our ignorance! We will do our utmost to complete our mission!"

Several believers who had just been emotionally excited suddenly fell into uncontrollable ecstasy. With tears streaming down their faces, they began to kneel down and pray, kowtowing their heads uncontrollably and madly.

"Hehe, stupid guys~"

In the void that they could not perceive, a strange laugh was echoing triumphantly.

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Rosalyn herself was once again in the dim corridor leading to her bedroom.

As time went by, the khaki liquid spread rapidly between the skin and the clothes. Not only did the white clothes turn into dirt clothes, but even the hair was slowly twisted into a ball.

The sticky feeling lingered all over my body, and even walking felt a lot more cumbersome.

But the Pure White Saint herself didn't care.

I was even in such a good mood that I subconsciously hummed a hymn.

As a saint and a chosen hero, Rosaline Meredith never lies to anyone.

What she just said to the believers was also her true thoughts.

A few days ago, because of the riot in the shelter, Rosalyn was overwhelmed by the anger and malice of the locals and fell into unprecedented pain.

During this period, he completely lost consciousness several times due to being overwhelmed, and was then tortured awake.

I thought I wouldn't be able to make it and would die, but things changed without me noticing.

When she fainted again and opened her eyes again, she no longer felt any anger or malice.

He simply felt an extremely strong sense of faith, reverence, and goodwill surrounding him. The intensity of the emotions was even greater than his experience in the Holy City.

The reason is unclear.

Not important either.

What's important is that in this ocean of faith, Rosaline, like countless times before, once again found her next direction: to convey faith to the residents of this city in the most direct way.

Thus, several days of high-intensity preaching began.

According to the believers, the locals did not welcome them and even responded with the most extreme violence.

But Rosalin, who could directly touch the essence of faith, knew that those were all fake - she could clearly feel that the local people's friendliness and faith were gradually increasing.

So, keep doing it.

This will surely...

"Oh no, haha, I'm so stupid! How could I lose my composure like that? What would it look like if the believers heard me?"

Rosalyn stopped humming and opened the door of her room.

"Lady Rosalin, you... Ouch!? What happened? How did it become like this!?"

The little girl Jane who was waiting inside immediately went up to greet him happily, but then her face changed drastically when she saw her master in such a miserable state.

Rosalyn still looked relaxed:

"It's just some pranks played by some local kids, no big deal. Jane, can you help me deal with it? I have to go preach soon."

"Of course! But Lady Rosalin, is this still a prank? You are the chosen hero, the leader and agent of the expedition appointed by the Church, and the incarnation of the goddess... This blasphemy is utter heresy! You deserve to be burned at the stake! Burnt at the stake!"

The little girl was indignant, her eyes almost blazing with fire.

But Rosalyn still smiled:

"It's okay, it's okay Jane, it's just part of a great cause, don't take it too seriously."

"Lady Rosalyn, you... um, I understand. I'll go and get ready. Please wait a moment!"

How can there be such compassionate human beings in the world?

No, not human either.

It should be said that she is worthy of being the incarnation of the goddess, and has easily reached a realm that humans cannot reach.

With these thoughts in mind, Jane's eyes almost lit up and she hurried out of the room.

Rosalyn sat down on the edge of the bed and breathed softly.

Next, where is the best place to preach?

Or why not just go to the city wall? I heard that the soldiers defending the city have suffered heavy losses these days, so it is necessary to bring them some care in the name of the goddess.

"Haha, it's the same everywhere. We're all lambs waiting to be saved. As long as... huh?"

Suddenly, the saint's expression froze on her face.

Because another voice... or to be more precise, another piece of information suddenly popped up in my mind.

"The brave Aize left the front lines, disguised himself, and quietly sneaked into the dark streets to make contact with the succubus!? That bastard—"

Chapter 125 Collective Migration

A whole week has passed since he first entered Lilbas, and the series of domestic measures taken by Aize in this city are progressing in an orderly and steady manner.

Almost all the conditions and treatment promised in the speeches and notices were successfully implemented. Not only did public security and living environment improve during the war, but this lifeless city also became more lively than ever before.

At the same time, the city's defense was proceeding smoothly.

Those newly recruited former civilians and slaves who had no idea about the battlefield went to the battlefield with trepidation, and witnessed with their own eyes the terrifying army of the dead, which seemed to collapse at the slightest blow.

The smooth progress in both military and domestic affairs caused Aize's reputation among the residents to swell to an extremely outrageous level in a short period of time.

As the militiamen who had fought alongside Aize spread the news by word of mouth, his appearance quickly became known to everyone in the city, from the elderly to children.

Some people have even started painting his portraits and hanging them in their homes for worship and sacrifice.

Aize has never liked personality cult, but rationally speaking, he is still happy to see this situation at the moment.

After all, being energetic is better than being a puddle of mud.

But this brought a small problem, that is, Aize could no longer move freely in the city like before - his black hair and black eyes were too conspicuous here.

Wherever he goes, he will attract a large group of followers and admirers.

This time I'm going to exchange information with the succubus, and I'll obviously be in trouble if I'm recognized.

So, Aize put on a golden wig, took off his armor and changed into more ordinary clothes, and put on a hat to cover half of his face before he dared to set off.

He walked along the same path, through the same streets, and came to the same building. He opened the door in the same way, and in the same room, he met the high-level succubus Vanessa, who was dressed exactly the same as before.

"Isn't this Lord Aize? You haven't come to take care of my business for so many days. Why did you suddenly remember to visit me today? I've been feeling so lonely these past few days~"

Vanessa lay lazily in her velvet chair, with a lustful expression on her face, twisting her body constantly, showing off various parts of her body intentionally or unintentionally.

"How about if you just play with me this time, I'll give you the money for delivering the information last time. How about that? Pretty good deal, right? This is a treat only Lord Aize can get, so think about it~"

Over the course of a week, the criminal gangs surrounding Dark Alley and Bill Trecker were crushed by Azer's iron fist, with many of them receiving heavy and expedited physics graduations.

As for the others, they were basically busy directly participating in the war or completing the labor services assigned by the mobilization order, and had no time to come here.

Therefore, the succubus' business is not just bleak, but completely closed down.

The direct consequence of this is that this brothel has become more dangerous than ever before.

When Aize just walked in, the eyes that were secretly peeping at him were even more greedy and explicit than before.

In the room where Vanessa is, the concentration of succubus hormones is so high that it makes breathing difficult. This is not a pleasant situation.

Villian grabbed her clothes in extreme displeasure.

And Aize was too lazy to say anything more, so he went straight to the point:

"No need to waste time talking, Miss Vanessa. I came here today to find out something."

"Oh, that's an intelligence transaction, what a pity~"

The disappointment was evident on the beautiful features of the high-level succubus.