Arad's crooked savior

"Are they from the Dark Order?"

Grandis, who didn't know the specific situation, had a solemn expression and hurriedly walked to the opposite room to check. However, except for a broken chair, there was no trace left at the scene.

"On the contrary, I think it's very similar to..." Obeis became even more worried, thought for a moment, and said, "It's like an Avenger who is infected with demonic factors, but has an unyielding will and is still resisting."

On the surface, the professionals within the sect seem to be a big, happy family, but secretly the conflicts and contradictions are far more complicated than outsiders imagine.

There are four different positions among the four major professions!

A paladin who believes in kindness and brilliance, a holy envoy and judge with a stubborn and extreme personality, and an avenger who falls into the devil and has an unyielding will but is discriminated against by others.

There is also a line of exorcists who are only nominally affiliated but basically independent.

"We have to find him!"

Grandis did not give up yet and hurried out of the confessional to look for the person who had just left.

A compatriot who was infected with the blood curse and suffered a lot had to secretly come to the confessional to seek help. One can imagine that he must be in great pain.

"I'm here to help, too." Ye Lin nodded and walked out quickly.

It was in the afternoon, the sun was beating down warmly on them, and there were more people than usual in Remedia Cathedral. Before they left the confessional area, the bustling crowd immediately left the three of them helpless.

Even the priests who are proficient in holy power cannot find a single trace of the demon factor.

Obeis' delicate little face slowly became sad: "No, there are too many people, and all traces have disappeared."

"Let's ask again."

Glendis didn't know why, but his heart was beating so fast for no apparent reason, as if there was something precious within reach, but there was an insurmountable barrier between him.

The three of them inquired carefully about the people near the confessional room to see who ran out in a panic. After some searching, they found some clues.

He was tall and burly, looking like one of those barbaric Bantu tribesmen. He was wrapped in a black robe and a mask, and there was no other useful information.

However, people who go to the confessional to pray to the clergy will basically, to a greater or lesser extent, disguise themselves.

The clue seems to have been cut off...

Outside the entrance of the Great Cathedral, in the corner of Remedia Square, Nirbas sat on a public bench, covering his face with his generous palms to hide his expression of extreme pain.

Those hands were also full of scars and calluses.

After a long time, he slowly raised his head and breathed a sigh of relief. In the cold and snowy sky, he actually broke out into thin beads of sweat, and a black light flashed in his eyes.

He was almost backlashed by the demon factor, the curse of blood, and the mysterious demonic sound kept echoing in his mind, tempting him to give up resistance.

Why not relax yourself and enjoy the power of the devil?

Stop resisting...

The conflicts among the professionals within the sect were so serious that he could not seek help from others. He could only go to the secret confessional, eager to get some guidance and comfort.

However, I never thought that my sister would happen to pass by.

There was a hint of pain and reluctance on Nirbas' resolute face. Although he had left the cult for many years, his sister's voice was still very familiar and kind.

"You seem to be in a bad state, is it important?"

A can of Coke was suddenly handed to him, along with a clean white towel.

Neerbas quickly became vigilant but his face remained calm and his voice was rough: "No, thank you."

"Wipe your sweat, your condition is very eye-catching."

Ye Lin shrugged, stuffed the things over forcefully, looked up at the clear sky, and said, "Don't worry, Glentis went to look for you inside the sect, and I can't see you."

A can of Coke, held in the hand of Neilbas, who was as strong as a bear, looked a bit like a medical oral solution, but Ye Lin didn't have any other drinks for him.

After a moment of pause, Ye Lin turned around and said, "She misses you very much."

"I can't go back, I still have things to do."

After wiping the sweat from his forehead, Neerbas turned his head and looked at the people sitting next to him. He did not ask anything of value, such as "How did you find me?", but stood up and said, "Keep it secret for me." ,Thanks."

The tall figure quickly disappeared among the crowd. Yelin sighed helplessly. There were two coins next to him. Neilbas paid for the coke.

"It's fine that I have materialized the towel, but this heavenly Coke is sold here for four yuan a bottle. What should you do if you still owe me two yuan~"

God, I am willing to follow you as a demon to the end of hell, the darkest abyss. Even if my body is shattered, my heart is broken, and my soul is destroyed, I will destroy all evil and pray for your forgiveness...

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The snow on the main streets of Hetton Mall has been cleanly swept away, but in some alleys and lanes, such as the slums in the back streets, the snow has melted slightly and then solidified into solid ice for sliding feet.

After searching for the mysterious avenger to no avail, Grandis was depressed, but there were still matters within the cult to deal with, and he had no time to get too emotionally involved.

Oubeis, who was originally going to attend the wedding banquet, was obviously not in high spirits, so he took Ye Lin on a purposeful trip to the slums in the further corner of the Hutton Mall neighborhood.

Compared with the splendor and brightness of the Great Cathedral of Remedia, this place is not only dirty and filthy, it is enough to be called clouds and mud.

Perhaps Nirbas's painful questioning had some impact on her. Carefully stepping on the ice and snow covered in mud and water, Obasi's mood was very low, her head drooped and she didn't speak much.

The sect has a very good reputation among the people. Adhering to God's will, while fighting against pretenders, they are also working hard to help the poor.

In the twists and turns of the slums, countless pairs of coveting eyes came secretly, but when they saw the uniform of the clergyman of Obers, they all silently stopped their thoughts and even warned each other.

They are definitely not good people, but they still have their own bottom line for some things.

"Don't touch it, it may be poisonous."

Ye Lin quickly stopped her subconscious action of pushing the iron door. Because Obeis looked confused and half-conscious, he basically took her away, so he simply turned to Paris's house.

The yard in front of her was not very spacious, but there was a room with lights on. Paris should be at home, and she didn't go out for a walk in the cold weather.

"Is this...?" Obeis finally came back to his senses and looked at it curiously.

"Princess Shishuigou knows, her family."

After erasing several non-fatal but insidious traps, before he knocked on the door, Paris opened the door from the inside and said angrily: "You are crazy, do you know how long it took me to set up these things? My hands are numb from the cold weather.”

The scolding was full of momentum and she didn't give any face. No matter what kind of earl or swordsman he was, it would not work under her explosive temper.

Paris was wearing a pair of old beige cotton pajamas, one of the buttons was broken, and a new one was sewn using a very crude technique.

"That's not what I am looking at you."

"Go away, why don't you bring a priest to see me? Why don't you bring two pounds of pig head meat and a bottle of wine?"

Recognizing Obeis's identity at a glance, Paris was still reluctant to give up, but she also stepped aside and motioned for them to come in and sit in the room.

This residence is still the same as before. Although there is no accumulation of garbage, the items are always placed in a random and messy manner. If you are not careful, you can find a bottle of poison or a blue and poisonous steel claw.

"Forrest Gump is getting married, do you want to get some food?"

He started by saying that last year, Forrest Gump often got drunk at the Moonlight Tavern, and Paris often slept with the proprietress. Although there was no friendship between them, at least they were still familiar faces.

"I have no money, can I use it for free?"

Paris has always had a cheerful personality and said whatever she wanted. It was true that she had no money, so she spent it all, buying some necessities for the winter and giving them to the group of younger brothers who followed her.

Even the magic prop Yelin gave her, something that could ignite small red crystals to keep warm, was also given to a junior who was in poor health.

Obes, who was originally in a low mood, was slightly surprised. She was indeed a naturally beautiful princess in the slums. Paris's beauty was well-known throughout Belmare.

It is reported that many nobles and wealthy people offer high prices and generous conditions, hoping to hide their beautiful women in golden houses, but no one has ever been able to succeed. Instead, they may be robbed from the rich and give to the poor ~

After a lot of nonsense, Ye Lin explained why he and Oubeis came here.

"Hey, a rich man comes to my humble place to feel the gap between rich and poor?"

Paris was slightly contemptuous and raised her middle finger, but she didn't mean to be hostile. She knew that Ye Lin was not that kind of person. Even the title of noble was forced by the queen.

"Miss, there is no need for you to feel sorry for yourself and feel that you are not capable enough. You cannot save the world and make everyone fed and clothed. After all, you are not a god. You have done everything you can, and you have a clear conscience. What?"

Although the Saint's family is also very prominent, they are not aristocrats canonized by the principality, so Paris is not so hostile.

Moreover, Obers's ancestor "Milan Roschbach" was a great hero during the Dark Crusade.

"Do you have a clear conscience..."

After silently reciting it, Obeis's mood cheered up a little. Everything always has two sides. Some people are questioning God's power, while others are singing about God's glory, grateful for giving them rebirth.