Magician's Live Stocking Daily [Infinite]

It was five days later that Edwins' punishment ended.

During this period, Li Yang never stepped out of the temple. The powerful knights guarded her closely. Li Yang didn't even have the chance to communicate with Kosno alone, let alone sneak out.

But she was also happy with it.

Maintaining a boring life of walking, reading, and practicing magic every day is actually a good choice.

Except for the fact that there is a warrior who I don’t like to see around me, everything else is perfect.

Li Yang was really curious why such an adventurous warrior would stay in the church for so long.

It was so long that even after Edwins came back and delayed the end of the Saint's canonization ceremony for a whole week, he was still conscientiously fulfilling his duty of protecting the Saint.

like this.

Early in the morning, when Li Yang opened the door, she could see two people standing on the left and right of the door.

"Good morning, Saint Alia." The hero spoke first. He raised his right hand, gracefully took off the hat on his head, and leaned his body slightly.

"So Mr. Brave is also going to attend the church's etiquette training class?" Li Yang walked between the two of them and handed the book she had just finished reading to Edwins, saying with a slightly mocking tone, "Your bow is much more standard than when we first met."

The brave man was stunned for a moment, and with his left hand on his chest he tugged at the hem of his clothes, and smiled unnaturally: "You are really good at joking."

Edwins also looked back at him suspiciously: "Mr. Brave, do you plan to stay in the church temporarily?"

"Temporary residence" should be emphasized.

Hearing this, the hero's expression became more relaxed: "According to the priest's arrangement, tomorrow, I will accompany the saint to the capital to attend the federal party, and I will leave after the party."

"Okay, I'll give you my best wishes and hope you have a pleasant journey." Li Yang lifted her skirt and walked towards the hall.

Today is a good day.

Fortunately, the church is cleaning out the traitors again.

The assassination of the saint a week ago caused an uproar in the entire holy city.

In the past few days, a tense atmosphere has been spreading in the temple.

The priest even personally participated in the investigation, declaring that all unclean people within the church must be cleansed before the fellowship.

It is better to kill someone by mistake than to let him go.

This trial was much larger than previous ones.

It was already very lively when Li Yang went there.

The punishment pillars were full of people tied up, and some were locked in special cages, crawling on the ground, guarded by the Knights.

The area was filled with people who came to watch the fun.

Gaia followed behind Li Yang, pulling at the corner of her clothes, leaving red marks on her lips from her biting.

In the past few days, even the maids and knights around the saint were arrested one by one for investigation. If Li Yang hadn't helped her to get out of trouble in time, perhaps today would be the day she died.

Li Yang gently patted the back of her hand to comfort her.

Of course, some people were rescued by her, but some might not be.

Li Yang stared at the divine fortune teller who was tied to a pillar and covered in blood.

Her neat clothes were now draped over her body in a messy state, and the hairpin she used to tie her hair was broken in two, leaving her face covered with broken hair. After seeing Li Yang, she opened her mouth with difficulty and moved it, but no sound came out.

Although she looked disheveled and somewhat unfamiliar, Li Yang still spotted her at a glance.

There's no way, her eyes are just too penetrating.

Those hateful eyes followed the fake saint like a poisonous snake, and the gray pupils were reluctant to even blink.

Alas, Li Yang really couldn’t understand: dying for faith, isn’t this what she wanted?

I am obviously a kind-hearted magician who respects other people's choices.

On the platform, the priest's verdict was nearing its end, and the knight holding the holy fire was approaching the punishment pillar.

Li Yang watched calmly as the flames gradually approached the fortune teller.

No one expected that at this moment, the fortune teller suddenly broke free from control. She did not run away, but shouted in a hoarse voice:

"She is not a saint at all! She is not a believer of light!"

The square became quiet in an instant.

The roar of the divine fortune teller echoed in the silent environment.

"Obviously, someone else should be punished!"

Everyone's eyes were focused on Li Yang.

She smiled and took a step forward, opening her arms. Pure light magic with a purifying force fell into the crowd like drops of rain.

The people burst into deafening cheers: "Thank you for the gift from the Saint!"

The Light Purification did not avoid the area where the Divine Calculator was.

She stretched out her hand with difficulty to touch the light spots, and then revealed a smile that was uglier than crying. It was actually real, real light magic.

No one tried to stop her from speaking, and no one paid any attention to her.

Only Li Yang witnessed with her own eyes the flames engulfing the entire body of the divine fortune teller.

Then she heard the system announcement—

"Player [Eye of Horus] has died. The number of remaining players is 5." [1]

From beginning to end, she had no intention of running away. She just moved her mouth as if she was saying something, but unfortunately the bustling crowd covered up her voice.

She still doesn't really understand it.

In fact, it doesn’t matter whether Li Yang is Saint Arya or not.

As long as she can bring people what they want, magical blessings? God's response? Or even just a bunch of golden coins...

She is the saint.

In fact, she could be more than just a saint.

*

The church is already in chaos, what about the federation?

Let's go back a week.

In a small house in the federal capital, three people were discussing something.

The leader was obviously a little uneasy about the slightly dirty environment: "You live here?"

"Please, I am just a beggar of the lowest level." The man in cloth clothes responded dissatisfiedly: "How good can a beggar's living environment be?"

As he spoke, he casually took off his shoes and slapped a mouse in the corner to death: "Anyway, I'm used to this game."

The foot odor mixed with the smell of sweat and decay spread in the small space. Morgana retched twice and covered her nose. "Bailey, put on your shoes. I can't stand it anymore."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense." The leader took two steps back in disdain and asked, "Where is the Holy Stone of Light?"

"Of course it's here with me." Bailey took out a golden stone.

The leader stretched out his hand, but he quickly put the stone back into the space. He couldn't help but speak in a serious tone: "What do you mean, Bailey!"

"Power is really a magical thing. After just a few days of such good life, Marquis Aarnay almost forgot his original identity."

Bailey calmly put on his shoes, stood up, and looked directly at the man in the lead: "You and I are just players, don't show off your in-game identities in front of me, I'm just a beggar anyway."

Marquis Arnay's face changed, and the red and green were very bright. He slowed down his tone and said, "Of course I know that I am a player. We are gathered here to seek cooperation, right? Please don't misunderstand me. I don't intend to embezzle this precious item. You and I both know that the Light Stone is the energy source of the Church of Light. As long as we destroy it, our team's mission will be accomplished."

"That's right, Mr. Marquis." The beggar listened carefully and then grinned, "I was just joking. Destroying the church is indeed the purpose of our trip."

But before the Marquis could show any joy on his face, he sighed and added regretfully: "But this stone seems to be fake."

"What?" Morgana and the Count were both shocked, and the Count couldn't help but shout out.

The beggar threw the stone to them. "You can examine it carefully. I can't feel any energy in it at all."