"Hug, sorry, I'll avoid it first."

Although Regisi is used to strong winds, waves and waves, this situation is still too exciting for him. The first reaction of the dog-headed man is to turn around and avoid it.

If it is an ordinary situation, even if it is an enemy, if you dare to use this method to seduce him, Regis will feast your eyes first - but this is not an ordinary person, but a saint!

What is a little different from the saints who knew history in their previous life is that since the Cross religion in this world was replaced by the Ansriya religion, the saints have a particularly high status, and every saint is considered Ansriya.

Ya's incarnation is the main medium used by Ansria to feel the interference in this world.

This is also the reason why Regisi was dissatisfied with the Saint joining the caravan, but he still could not refuse her request. If he offended the Saint, he would be an enemy of the largest sect on mankind. Such an adventurous and stupid thing.

Of course Geshe won't do it.

However, at the same time, blaspheming the Saint is also an extremely serious crime. When a saint was traveling, her close-fitting clothes were taken to "use" by a male monk in the monastery where she was staying. As a result, thunder rolled that night.

, The legend of the entire monastery being blown by thunder and directly punished heavenly.

In this fantasy world, the more outrageous the legend is, the more credible it is. Regis knows this truth more than anyone else.

So in this case—

"There is no need to be shy, I won't eat you--you should have been ordered to do a lot of work today, and you are already very tired. Although the artificial hot springs here do not have any mineral elements, there are no harmful substances.

, at least it can help you relieve fatigue."

A pair of big hands picked up Regis from behind. The dog-headed man was stiff and had no room for resistance. He watched himself forcibly castoff.

Ansria is here, you see it too, I am really innocent.

Although Regis did not have any faith, and he also knew that Ansria was the altar that Tobin deliberately created, regardless of whether the deeds of that goddess were true, under the blessing of the faith of tens of millions of believers in the human kingdom, the gods'

Power must really exist. The saint's destructive punch just now is the best proof.

Crazy.

Regisi kept his back to Margaret and was then stuffed into the water, but his consciousness was almost taken away by the right temperature pool water in the next second.

It's really - great.

Not to mention whether this situation is dangerous or not, it is really a hot spring bath while camping in the wild. This is something Regis did not expect, especially after a day of hard work and high tension, it is really heavenly to be able to enjoy a bath here.

Experience.

"How is this feeling good."

Margaret's voice was showing off in Regisi's ears, causing Regisi's just relaxed nerves to tense up again.

"Hmph, it took me a long time to learn the trick of finding water sources. In this way, you can find a chance to take a bath no matter where you travel - don't listen to the people outside, what kind of saints don't like taking a bath or something

Yes, although I know not all the saints, the saints I know love to be clean."

Of course, there is not only one title for Saint as a prevalent country in Ansria. Almost every country has a person considered to be a Saint to be worshipped.

"Thank you, thank you, Saint, I've been soaking enough, and it's almost time to go back..."

But for Regis, taking a bath with the Saint is a high-risk act in itself, in order not to cause heavenly punishment and be detected in the breath of death on his body—

"I can smell death in you."

However, at this moment, the faint voice of Saint Margaret sounded, and Regis's spine suddenly became cold, and his eyes were staring at the clothes he had removed by the pool.

The position of the bone staff is a little farther away, and the gem that can transform him into a dog-headed god of death is also there. If you want to fight, it is now an extremely unfavorable scene, but if Margaret has already noticed his identity as a necromancer

If it is —

"If this continues, you will be abused to death by that woman. Look at your little body, you are so thin... She must have never let you eat enough."

Ah this.

Before Regis could react, he felt his body be forcibly broken and forced to face Margaret.

What reflected in his eyes was Margaret's gentle expression like an angel, the wet flax-colored hair spread on his shoulders, the eyes full of pity like emeralds, and the water surface and mist that were looming...

.....

A body covered with scars.

"There is no need to hide it from me, Regsi...I know very well the fate of being a slave, because my so-called 'master' used to treat me like this."

It seemed that he could notice Regisi's gaze, and Margaret's smile on the corner of her mouth became a little bitter. She raised her arm gently and could see clearly visible traces of shackles on her wrist. Previously, because she had been all over her body.

Wearing nun's suits, it's impossible to be discovered.

"It's strange, right? After being considered the so-called 'saint', no matter what injuries I suffered, I can recover quickly - only the harm I suffered when I was a slave when I was a child will always be imprinted on my body

.”

Margaret's eyes showed melancholy and gloom, and then she sighed softly.

"I'm afraid the goddess also knows that this is the most important part of me... No matter what, I must not forget that time, nor the suffering brothers and sisters who were enslaved like me."
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Crazy!

Before Regis could react, Margaret rushed towards him and gave him a tight hug without hesitation.

"So don't be afraid, Regisi, I will never hurt you...I will protect you anyway."

If Regis is really a slave, maybe in this case he will be grateful and shed tears of emotion because of Margaret's sincere feelings.

But the problem is, for Regis now, what is probably really hard to help but shed is—

I've hit it, I've hit it!

Regis lamented in his heart that Margaret looked more proud than when he was wearing nun's suit before, and as an extremely normal man, he could not stop the Holy Sword from pulling its anchor in this situation.

"Thank you, Lord Margaret, can you let me go first? I feel a little uncomfortable."

"Ah, hug, sorry, I didn't hurt you, let me see--"

"There is no need for this, Lord Margaret, please calm me down a little."

Regis took a deep breath, recited the most complicated magical schema in his mind, forcibly suppressing the unnecessary distractions.

Margaret seemed to have not noticed Regisi's abnormality at all. She smiled and looked at Regisi. From her expression, she seemed to be not wary of Regisi at all.

"It is normal for you to feel confused. The dignified saint of Ansriya is actually a lowly slave. This is indeed shocking, but don't hurry and take it slowly. We still have a long time tonight tonight

...Where should I start?"

Margaret leaned against the pool, she looked up at the bright moon in the sky, with a little more nostalgia in her eyes.

"I'd better explain to you from the beginning, since when I was in my hometown-"

In any case, Margaret's storytelling process also gave Regis the opportunity to adjust his mindset, and being able to understand the past of this saint is also an unexpected surprise for Regis.

But what was even more unexpected to Regisie is...

"At that time, my hometown of Heim Fort was still a territory controlled by human lords."

Alas?

Alas hey hey hey hey hey hey hey?!!

Regus looked at Margaret in a daze, who seemed to have guessed his thoughts long ago and showed a sly smile.

"I didn't expect that, Regisi, the starting point of this caravan is actually the hometown where I was born, but... to be honest, I don't actually have any memories of Heim Castle."

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Margaret sighed lightly, then said with a hint of sadness.

"Because I was caught by the hateful slave merchants when I was less than 3 years old."

Since Regisi was the lord of the Kingdom of Orke before, when he thought about the problem, he also took the initiative to change his position to the sub-human race, believing that the sub-human race has been bullied by humans for a long time in the past few hundred years.

But in fact, Regis also knew very well that poor people must have something hateful, and the subhuman race is definitely not pure and innocent to humans.

According to Margaret, her process of becoming a slave is actually very traditional—in a skirmish between the Holy Tuckerven Empire and the Kingdom of Orke, the battlefield was chosen to be the strategic buffer zone of Heim Castle.

, However, for some reason, the army of the Holy Takvin Empire suddenly chose to retreat, causing the army of the Kingdom of Orke to enter and burn, kill and loot in Heim Fort.

Margaret's family situation should be worse, because when they knew that the subhuman iron hooves were about to ravage this territory, it was too late to enter Heim Castle to take refuge, and the gate of the castle was tightly closed.

Although there is enough food stored in the castle and its defense is solid, the people who cannot enter the castle outside naturally can only die.

In this way, Margaret lost all her family and became a prisoner of Orke's army. Of course, this was not her most tragic fate.

Soon the Holy Takvin Empire organized a counterattack. Due to the advantages of military weapons and magic support, Orke's invading army quickly became defeated, and then the noble knights of the Holy Takvin Empire began to harvest their spoils—

—

Margaret was not rescued, but became a captive slave to humans.

According to her, her experience during that period was very tragic, just like the abuse she had just guessed that Regis had been treated. Not only did she not have enough food, but she was beaten and tortured at all times, except that she temporarily avoided being insulted because she was too young.

, She can be said to have encountered all the abuse that can be imagined.

But, at that time there was only one person...a subman, another slave became a light for her in the darkness.

"To be honest, I don't remember much about my original family... As a three-year-old child, my parents' appearance is very vague. I only know that I seem to have a younger brother, maybe I have died in the war.

——But for me, during the days of being enslaved as slaves, I had another younger brother. Although he was a sub-human, for each other, we were the only relatives at that time."
To be continued...