Dundry continued to cover it with his hands, but his eyes were full of confusion and unwillingness.

It was obviously going smoothly on the road.

Why do you do it as soon as you arrive??

"...It's okay."

Dundry said bitterly, unable to figure out what went wrong.

……

Wuguan City, South Craftsman Street.

Pray for the church's ceremonial guard to slowly pass by the street.

This was not a formal ceremony, only two nuns and four priests accompanied it, and no flags or sacrificial vessels were carried. Today, when the congestion has eased, it can be said that it has not had any impact on traffic.

And even if it causes an impact, no one will give way, because wherever this team goes, it will be healed. The miraculous phenomenon that happened at the Praying Church two days ago gradually spread, and those who were knocking on magic components in the house gradually

At first, the craftsman found that the small wounds on his body healed instantly, and he even ran out to take a look.

Later, whenever their bodies suddenly recovered as before, they all knew in the workshop that this team had come over.

And the one who did all this was undoubtedly the girl in the blue and white priest dress who was surrounded in the center.

"This... is amazing!"

"This must be a blessing from the gods of prayer."

"After being healed like this, I feel that my mood has calmed down."

"Isn't it hard for her to keep applying spells like this?"

"But she is still smiling..."

Although he has never revealed his identity and wears a long dress similar to that of a priest, no one would ever think that he has the same identity as the other four female priests.

When I asked the Prayer Church, the nuns also said they didn’t know much about it. They only knew that they were visiting priests from other towns.

But people don’t think so at all.

How can anyone heal an injury within a hundred meters radius just by walking through it, and keep traveling around the city in this condition? Even if the craftsmen were injured in the workshop, they did not have to go through crowded roads and could wait in the workshop with peace of mind.

It's enough to pass by on the parade, and you can also give guidance to the apprentices. You won't be afraid of bleeding from the head.

"Thank you."

"Thank you!"

"Thank you from the bottom of my heart..."

Amidst the constant thanksgiving, even though she was wearing the attire of a priest, people regarded her as a holy and helpful being. Some believers even stood behind the girl, spontaneously lowering their heads and clasping their fingers together in prayer.<

/p>

Saint.

Even if she is not, people still regard her as a saint-like existence in people's minds, rather than just being affected by a title.

But what people don’t quite understand is...

Why is that girl accompanied by a young man who is not from the church...?

And...

The girl's thoughts are very influenced by the other person. She seems to be an extremely important person, and she always asks for the other person's opinion on everything she says and does.

People: "..."

This scene felt inconsistent, not only because the man was dressed in black and standing in the church ceremony, but also because he seemed a little cold to the girl's intimate behavior.

Forget it...she didn't say she was a saint anyway.

But that appearance and those innocent eyes are really puzzling, how could they be given to someone else...

"That man just has a good-looking face..."

"But his eyes are very charming. Hey... I wish I were a few years younger."

"Hey, you are my wife!"

The two people in the ceremony didn't seem to give anyone else any chance. The young man's eyes were clear and cold, as if he was rejecting others from afar; the young girl was dressed well to the point of being overly conservative, with her large robes folded several times.

Layer, sleeves and robe are covered, not even the fingers are exposed.

Seeing the girl's eyes suddenly light up, people nearby heard the conversation between them.

"Rovi Rovi, can you go and see that~"

"Okay, don't hold me back, I'll follow."

"Um...can't you pull me? Okay, there are so many people watching, I'm a little nervous..."

"..."

Seeing that the black-haired boy finally gave her his hand, the people watching were silent for a moment.

It seems...it's better not to pay too much attention to them and don't cause trouble to them.

But just when people looked away one after another, a thick black-backed broad knife suddenly attacked the girl next to the roadside vendor——

"The lackey saint of the Praying Sect, die!!"

Click!

In the midst of the lightning, the crowd did not see clearly what was happening. The aqua blue sword light flashed past, and the black-haired boy stood in front of the girl.

The person who launched the attack and the black broad knife were all broken into pieces.

The crowd was stunned.

Looking at the black-haired boy again, I seemed to understand the reason why he treated him coldly. This was to guard against possible crises for the girl. The other person was cut into pieces in an instant, and the healing spell of Equality's Gift didn't even have time to take effect.

.

What kind of strength is this...

People now feel that it is better to stay away from them... If they are regarded as a threat, even the power of gods will not be able to save them.

And that guy was being pestered by such a good-looking girl, and it didn't even affect his mind and make him lose his judgment. How terrifying.

On the other side of the road, Sheila was holding a brown paper bag and watching this scene from a distance.

"A saint..."

She vaguely felt that it existed in two different worlds from her.

I'm a little envious that I can be protected like this.

But it was just a little bit. She touched the black bag of tips in her arms and followed the others back to the workshop without thinking too much.

On the other side of the road, Vermeer did not look at the body on the ground, but retreated to Luo Wei with a vigilant look on her face, back to back with him to watch out for the movements around her.

"...How did he know I was a lackey?" Vermeer asked nervously in a low voice.
Chapter completed!