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Chapter 75

Mary, an ordinary maid in Norman Manor, as the most famous noble line in Iris Town, no matter how gloomy the town is, the manor still some distance away from the town is still full of joy.

But she is different from those carefree aristocrats. She stopped what she was doing, and Mary sighed worriedly. She still had her mother and an underage younger brother staying in the town. A few days ago, her mother sent a neighbor to bring them The message said that my younger brother also contracted the fatal red moon disease at some point, and Priest John in the church had no choice but to pin his hopes on her, the most promising daughter.

But what can she do?Someone in Master Norman’s family also got sick. Those sick servants were sent out with two coins or were beaten to death with sticks when they got sick. Mary couldn’t bear the thought that her younger brother might suffer the same treatment. Live to secretly shed tears.

At the beginning, she prayed that the Holy See would send more priests to save the town of Iris, but after hearing from the grooms that there was a demon in the town and that the noble priest of Lyle was taken away together, Mary's hope completely turned into despair .

If even the Son of God can't save them, then whose salvation should these believers wait for?

The maid who was in charge of the master's diet entered the dining room. Mary quickly wiped away the tears on her face, and handed over the cleaned tableware to her. Just looking at today's menu, she knew that Master Norman was having dinner with his favorite lover again. .

It was a female elf whose magical power was blocked. It was a gift from a businessman friend to the master. Mary once glanced at her when she was cleaning the room. All living beings are mesmerized.

After the rapid outbreak of the red moon disease, there were many rumors that the elves who believed in the goddess of life would not be confused by this evil power. In order to verify the authenticity of the rumors, Lord Norman once put this elf in the town of Iris After staying for half a month, when the elf returned to the manor with a cold and beautiful face, Mary was surprised to find that the other party's eyes were still awake.

With this premise, this favored gift became even more favored. After the red mist appeared in the town of Iris, Master Norman kept the other side with him every step of the way, as if in this way he would not be caught by that evil It was as if power had invaded.

As a light believer who is far away from the gods, Mary has never seen the legendary miracle of the goddess. Her belief is more like a habit inherited from her elders. In an environment where all human beings believe in the goddess of light, she does not want to Make yourself look so out of place.

But the situation is different now. After sending off the lord's personal maid, Mary returned to her place and stood by. If she could save her brother by changing her faith, she was willing to try her best to convince her family.

Just how to pray to the Goddess of Life?Mary wanted to ask the beautiful elf beside the master, but when she thought of the ice-like eyes of the master, she couldn't help shivering.

Just as Mary hesitated holding the hem of her skirt, the groom who usually had a good relationship with her suddenly knocked on the window next to her: "Hey Mary, I heard a message from someone in the town that your brother seems to be ill during the day ..."

Before the other party finished speaking, Mary became dizzy and lost her mind. She quickly rushed out with the hem of her skirt, and even forgot to ask the head maid for a leave of absence.

Scared by Mary's actions, the young groom swallowed, and then finished the rest of the sentence in a low voice——

"...But, he has been saved by Priest Lyle."

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When people lose their minds due to anxiety, they also burst out unexpected potential. When Mary jumped off the wooden barrel carrying milk in a rough dress, the morning in Iris Town had just begun.

The red mist hovering over the small town dissipated at some point, and Mary hurried back to her home regardless of the fact that it was inconsistent with the rumors.

The humble house was empty, and even the friendly and kind neighbors were gone. There was no sound around, and there was still a puddle of dried blood on the door. Mary held on to the door frame blankly and desperately, feeling like a The little bird whose eyes were pecked blind lost its direction in life.

In a trance, an ethereal and pure voice faintly spread to Mary's ears. She subconsciously raised her steps and followed the direction from which the voice came.

Lilies representing the sacred bloom along the road, friendly and conspicuously leading the way for visitors. The warm temperature dispelled the coldness in Mary's heart. She blinked her tear-smeared eyes, only to realize that what she felt was not sunshine.

It was a boy, a boy who looked like the High Priest of the Holy See. The summer breeze was gentle, but it was far less gentle than the boy's eyes. The sun lowered his posture and kissed the corner of the boy's robe, happily becoming the only embellishment on the white holy robe.

Powerful and friendly healing magic is constantly blooming in the young man's hands. The bright white light casts a light halo on the young man, and the fragmented magic elements flutter down behind the young man, as if a scene has fallen in a sunny day. light rain.

All the townspeople in the town who usually stay behind closed doors gathered here, crowded but orderly on both sides of the street, and the knights in armor stood silently on both sides, with proud and proud expressions on their faces.

The dangerous red mist that had taken hundreds of lives was pulled out of the boy's body in such a way, and was then completely purified by the healing magic that represented light. A bewitching flower, every time the young man's spotless robe sweeps over it, it sheds all its tyranny and is willingly tamed by the other party.

The contrast between white and red is warm and inexplicably lingering.

Tiny beads of sweat rolled down the boy's temples like dew. Mary wanted to remind him aloud, but found that she couldn't bear to disturb the scene in front of her.

She even forgot her purpose of returning to the town, she just thought blankly in her heart——

Is this a miracle?The miracle that Goddess descended?

At this moment, Mary suddenly felt ashamed of her previous vacillation, and this shame came so violently that the girl turned her ordinary face flushed red.

It seemed that he noticed Mary who had just arrived halfway. The young man waved his hand and retreated from the vigilant knights. His amber eyes were clear and clear: "Your family is over there."

The tone of the young priest was soft and noble. Only then did Mary realize how ridiculous it was for her to regard the Norman family as real nobles. She followed the encouraging eyes of the other party and looked to the right, and she saw her brother whom she hadn't seen in half a month. and mother.

"Bill." Mary choked up, stepped forward and hugged her poor brother tightly. The trauma caused by the other party's madness had already healed completely, only a little blood on the clothes showed the critical situation at that time, and her brother faded away like a spider web With red-silk blue eyes, Mary finally couldn't help crying.

At the moment when tears were falling, Mary felt faintly that it was not the Goddess of Light who only existed in legends and was worshiped by dignitaries, but the young man in front of her who guided her out of despair.

A boy as bright as the sun and as bright as the moonlight.

There are still many people who cry like Mary, but under such circumstances, tears do not make people feel sad, but exude a kind of joy of being reborn from a desperate situation and being redeemed.

Looking away from the crying girl, Baitang secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and continued to use the healing magic as a cover to extract the evil blood from the townspeople.

If he hadn't noticed the bright-eyed mother and son by the street, Baitang would have been afraid that this flushed girl would accidentally destroy the atmosphere he had worked so hard to create.

After wrapping the whole town with domains, every creature that steps into Iris Town is under Baitang's control.

[It is good to upgrade the domain, but dare to step on the deity. ]

A certain knife's complaint clearly came from his mind, and Bai Tang calmly glanced at the black figure sitting on the top of the church not far away: [It's just a few traces of bloody evil spirit, when did Master Yaodao become so stingy? ]

If there is no gorgeous purification process with special effects, who would believe that the red mist was really purified by him, a weak priest who was taken away by the devil?

[Before I didn’t realize that you still have the potential to be a magic stick,] With excellent eyesight, Xie Qiao, who was temporarily unable to show up in front of others, sat on a high place honestly, looking at the situation on the ground from a distance, [You can think of it even if you don’t show it. Seeing the traces of the Goddess of Light, this heavy power of faith has almost completely cut off the beard of you, a little liar. ]

The white lily is not the representative flower of the Holy See. It was only when the original Lyle stepped into the temple that the lily bloomed, so it was endowed with the meaning of "holy", and it was popular in the Holy See and Barocaya.

In this continent, no one does not know who this flower represents. Baitang chose such a symbol of girlish heart to make the image of Priest Lyle more vivid, and at the same time, he did not forget to appease the goddess of light who did not know where. .

——Look, I obediently used the "miracle" you bestowed on me. As for who the believers will associate with it, that's a game according to their own abilities.

Hiding the provocative look in his eyes, Baitang curled the corners of his lips inconspicuously: [Spirit and soul are connected, power is shared, what Master Yaodao said is really heartless. ]

[That's right, I can ask for what I want,] I don't know what to think of, Xie Qiao chuckled, [It's just a kiss. ]

In front of the thin-skinned little awkward, Xie Qiao lay back and lazily changed the subject.

[The weather is fine, where are we going next stop? ]

The author has something to say: Sure enough, it is not easy to be embarrassed by an outsider's perspective, and by the way, I will also describe the situation of the townspeople 2333

In the next chapter, we will go back and face Li Ziwei head-on. What will the quiet Queen prepare for?

Comparing hearts every day, okay!