Lord: I am in a world of pain, raising a girl

Field had noticed before that the minimap would not show the Chosen Ones who had been contracted. Even if Ashina did not hide her aura, Field could not find her symbol on the minimap.

If she was not contracted, her position would be marked on the minimap.

But after the contract, it would disappear.

"No wonder I have good luck. It turns out that a beautiful nun prayed for me." Field closed his eyes and talked nonsense. He had never received any help from the church from beginning to end. Ashina was not the Chosen One of Holy Light, but the Chosen One of Winter of the Subhumans. Field walked forward slowly and smiled decently, "You found my pioneer group specifically for preaching?"

"Not only that, respected Baron Field, we hope to cooperate with you." Eliza clasped her hands together, and the huge soft cotton ball was squeezed back and forth by her clasped arms, which was both charming and holy.

Field was dazzled and squinted his eyes and said, "Please tell me in detail."

"Our purpose has always been redemption and purification, Baron Field, you are isolated and helpless in the Night Territory, and you are always threatened by the dead, and your people are also lost lambs. However, the church can build a church in your Night Territory and a camp for church warriors. I believe this is a good proposal and can help you share the defense pressure."

Although Eliza used an extremely inflammatory tone, Field felt more and more strange. If he didn't have good expression management skills, Field would have frowned into a knot.

Isn't this just a garrison? It is said that it is easy to invite gods, but difficult to send them away.

You are so fierce, ah, such a big third-level God Chosen, squatting in my territory, I am afraid that this territory will be yours in an instant.

Besides, when Field first went to the Night Territory, he didn't get any support from the church.

Now that a corner of the land has been occupied, the church smells the smell and comes here, how shameless.

"Sorry, I refuse. In fact, we have not established a firm foothold at all. If you want to help, just give us gold coins and fog lights. My people and I will pray and praise the grace of the goddess every night."

"In that case, let's talk about it later." Eliza looked aggrieved.

Okay!

It's not impossible to talk about it later.

Field patted his head and drove away the distracting thoughts.

"By the way, Sister Eliza, where are you going? Maybe we can walk a distance and take a carriage." Field shamelessly suggested that if they were willing, he could take them to the pile of corpses crazily, get the combat power of the Chosen One for free, and clear all the corpse monsters gathered in the Night Territory.

Of course, if they want to go to their own camp, this is out of the question.

Eliza's toes wrapped in white silk knew Field's thoughts and she refused immediately: "No need to do it on the way. Purifying monsters is the goddess's test and hard work for us. Thank you for your kindness."

Field pouted: "What a pity. So, are you going to the Northern Province just to destroy monsters?"

"There is a part of the reason, but the main purpose is to find the lost artifact." Eliza gestured a strange pattern on her chest, with sadness in her eyes, "In order to resist the invasion of orcs and save the corrupted creatures, the church has sent troops and God's Chosen many times, and many sisters died in the Northern Province. As messengers of God, we need to take back their artifacts and not fall into filth."

After the death of the Chosen, the soul and divine power will remain in the weapon, forming an artifact, but the artifact will also degrade over time and finally turn into a handful of yellow sand.

"Our destination will not pass through the Night Territory, so we appreciate your kindness."

"How many artifacts are there in the Northern Province? Does the Night Territory have any?" Field's eyes sparkled. Noticing Eliza's ugly expression, Field said in a compassionate tone, "Oh, I mean, maybe I can help you find them together. If you find them, you can exchange them for more fog lights and purification potions."

"Thank you for your kindness, but we can't meet both of your requests. The artifacts belong to the God of Light, and the fog lights and purification potions are not mass-produced. They use the ones selected by the God of Light... uh, anyway, the production is very small."

Field did not give up: "So, do you have the coordinates of the imperial artifacts? Does the Night Territory have any?"

"I don't know, Baron Field, I still hope to build a church in the Night Territory." Eliza felt that Field was difficult to deal with, but she did not give up. She gently grabbed Field's arm with both hands, and then something more gentle came up, like a ball of wind with great resistance, making people feel in the beautiful nature.

"That day will come. When my pioneering group has established itself and can barely be self-sufficient, I will let you know when the time comes."

Field continued to enjoy himself shamelessly, but drew Eliza mercilesslyA pie in the sky that you can see but cannot eat. If he refused too harshly, Field was worried that he would be killed, although this possibility was completely zero.

The influence of the church has been declining in recent years, and the major empires are trying their best to get rid of the influence of the church. If they attack the nobles again, they will be finished immediately.

The two chatted for a long time, but they didn't reach any consensus.

"Pick out fifty strong slaves and equip them with spears. We are going to enter the gray fog." After loudly announcing the order, Field re-mounted the warhorse and bowed slightly to Eliza while sitting on the warhorse, "Goodbye, charming nun lady."

"Goodbye." Eliza leaned on her long legs and easily stepped on the warhorse, "May the holy light protect you."

It was not easy to return to the Night Territory. With slaves and captives, the total team of about 350 people meant that there was a great possibility of encountering a tide of corpses.

Things were just as Field expected. As soon as he entered the northern province, the bloated transport team was immediately attacked continuously.

The corpses roared out of the ruins, the decayed forests and the soil, rushing towards them ferociously.

"Goddess! What did I see! A living devil!" Tate had the same expression as the slaves. He looked back in panic, trying to find the way back, but he could only see the gray haze connecting the sky.

Tate had a vague feeling: he was trapped.

He had heard that the North was full of monsters and death before, but Tate didn't take it seriously. It was a relatively abstract concept, not as shocking as seeing it with his own eyes.

However, Tate shut up immediately, not because of his good psychological quality.

"Shua~"

The "black knights" around Field all drew out their cavalry swords. What was more terrifying was that the swords were not shining, but were covered with reddish-brown dried blood and yellow-white grease.

It won't take more than two days!

With his many years of experience in managing death row prisoners, Tate could tell at a glance that those knives had just cut people and didn't mind cutting something else.

"Slaves, no chaos, no running around!" Tate didn't dare to be the first to speak out. While comforting the slaves, he glanced at his family's carriage with concern.