When Anya saw Barbara again, the saint was performing healing magic on an elderly servant.

This is the secret stronghold of the Bann family in the northern border, but there are always some people for the owners to use and enslave them. This old man is obviously the lowest-level member.

His back was raised high due to the heavy tasks, his clothes were torn, and he even had a disgusting and terrifying smell, which made Anya almost frown and escape.

She swears that even the dirtiest ditch smelled much better than the other person.

Not to mention, the old man also showed a nauseous wound filled with pus on his hand, which made Ania vomit almost at a glance.

The medical system in the world of gods is not very good, and most priests' magical skills are something that only nobles and high-level professions can enjoy.

Ordinary civilians can only endure their own hardships when they are sick. If the conditions are better, they can still find a few pharmacists, but most of the other party will only prescribe some ineffective placebos, or simply use bat feces to mix canvas gray to deceive people.

Obviously, with the old man's status as a servant, he usually does not receive any effective treatment.

At this moment, he looked at the saint Barbara in front of him, with a prayer in his eyes: "This was accidentally cut by a stone knife while working half a month ago. It has become like this."

"Please don't worry, God loves the world and will definitely not let you suffer forever."

Even in the face of such dirty and humble servants, Barbara also had a gentle smile on her face, and she didn't even frown at all, as if she was not scared by the smell on the other person.

At the same time, a bright light of magic was already blooming in her hands.

With healing techniques with healing power, healed the wounds. In the sacred light, the swelling of the wounds on both sides of the other party quickly subsided, and more pus was directly removed, and a layer of bright red skin had slowly emerged.

"Okay! But you try to keep your arm clean as much as possible, and don't do any too heavy work these two days!"

Barbara reminded.

"Oh, what a kind person, thank you! kind pastor! I wonder if I can learn the true name of the god you serve?"

The old man asked incoherently.

"My Lord is the master of killing and has the power of healing. The god of killing spans the life and death worlds!"

When Barbara mentioned this, her face suddenly became solemn and she said solemnly.

"Kukurkan, God of Killing?" The old man was a little confused, obviously not very much heard of the name. But he quickly reacted: "This must be a kind god, so that he can have a priest like you. Please allow me to donate to it."

The old man trembled and took out a few copper plates from his arms, but then he glanced at Ania in the corner of his eyes. His body trembled, and the copper in his hand fell directly to the ground.

"Dignity Miss Ania!" The old man knelt down without caring about the bronze rolling on the ground.

"Um!"

Anya agreed reservedly, even if it was a gift for a servant who could only live in this hidden stronghold for the rest of her life and serve her family, she immediately reacted and looked at the Saint Barbara next to her.

"Saint is really sorry"

"The nobles' attitude towards the servant is really." Barbara shook her head, then squatted down and picked up the copper that had fallen before.

"My Lord has seen your service!"

She collected several insignificant wealth and held the old man's hands at the same time: "Serving the gods is in the inner piety, and there is no difference between the preciousness of external things. In front of the soul, everyone is equal."

"Sir Saint, I will arrange for the other party to get a relaxed and safe job later."

After the old man left with great gratitude, Ania immediately said.

At the same time, her mind slowly opened up: "Is a kind and kind saint? Very good. It's much easier to deal with such people than to deal with orcs and barbarians."

"If you can do this, that's really appreciated, it's just that it doesn't work."

Barbara shook her head, and a wise light emanated from her eyes, which made Anya know that the saint in front of her was not as simple as she looked on the surface.

"Today we can only do our best to save the people in front of us. But further away, where our sight cannot reach, there are too many such people, which cannot be saved by personal power."

There seemed to be some strange look in Barbara's eyes.

"Of course, it is already quite good that the other party can receive your kind treatment. My God often teaches me the principles of accumulation and achievement."

Barbara looked at Anya with a smile, and his wise eyes seemed to have seen through everything.

"I received a notice from the head of Fix before that you will be my contact officer here in the future. I'm really troubled you."

"It is my honor to serve His Highness where to serve His Highness!"

"Very good!" Barbara raised her fingers lightly and picked up Anya's chin, with a hint of "excitement" on her face?

"I don't want to go out for a walk at the moment. I'm a little tired. Why not take a shower first?"

Barbara suggested.

Although it is a bit strange to take a bath during the day, Anya certainly won't ask any questions.

Although he felt a little uneasy and sensitive, Anya soon took Barbara into the huge bathroom.

The marble relief lady holding a water bottle knelt respectfully, and the warm water flow kept leaving the bottle mouth, and a large amount of steaming white water vapor rippled in the huge white pool.

Barbara's youthful and wild and energetic body quickly sank into the pool, and then she waved to Ania.

"You come down"

"Hmm? Me?" Anya's head was dizzy, but her body couldn't help but walk forward.

After taking a shower, Ania wore a loose robe and a few drops of water on her soft silk. She looked even more beautiful, but the expression on her face was quite confused.

Just the opposite of her was that Barbara seemed to be full of energy at this time and took her hand to another square.

"Sister Barbara! Sister Barbara!"

Several little boys who were exercising immediately ran up with a bright light, and Barbara's temperament changed again at this time, as if she was a gentle elder sister next door, greeting her kindly.

This violent contrast between the front and back made Anya seem to be still in a dream, and she felt a little dizzy.

"These are," she asked mechanically.

"These are the confused lambs that the warriors of my Lord have taken in the road."

Barbara touched the head of a little boy and looked at another devil hunter who was teaching the children here.

"What's their homework?"

"Everyone is very good. The little guys are very hard-working. The best one is Vegeta. His combat understanding and literacy courses are the best."

Upon hearing this, the little boy who was touched by Barbara's head immediately looked a little proud.

“Good done!”

The smile on Barbara's face softened even more.

"Just" the instructor looked like he wanted to speak but stopped.

"What's wrong? Just say something!" Barbara frowned. With her current decoration and beauty, this posture not only did not appear harsh, but instead seemed a little cute. However, the instructor's body shook, as if he was afraid of something.

"There is another child who has no understanding of the course and is in a very poor physical condition."

Anya also understood it on the side.

The Giant Snake Church must cultivate orphans to be brought to life, as a person who needs manpower in a certain aspect.

And such a child who is obviously not talented may not have any value even when he grows up.

"What's his name?" Barbara followed the instructor's gaze and saw a thin figure squatting in the corner, as if she wanted to cover herself in the shadow.

"Lens? It should be this name"

The instructor said in uncertainty.

"How can you treat people who cannot satisfy you like this?" Barbara glanced at the instructor: "Go and call Amik over, your position has been replaced."

Facing the angry Saint, the instructor did not dare to resist at all, and he bowed without saying a word.

Then, Barbara walked to the little boy.

"Lens! Is this your name?"

"Yes, sir!"

Rance raised his head and felt as if he had seen a figure radiating with light.

The divine light shone on Barbara, looking so elegant and warm.

"I believe you have a special talent! Don't be frustrated by temporary failure"

Barbara touched Rance's cheek affectionately, causing the flush on the other person's face to spread all the way to the neck.

"But" Rance's voice almost burst into tears.

"If you still can't face it, then pray, my God will give you courage."

Rance gritted his teeth, feeling that his tears were almost pouring out, forcing him to do so to hold back.

In the eyes of Anya and others, Barbara's actions at this time were completely worthy of the name of the Saint, and she extended a hand of redemption from the light and pulled Rance out of the shadow.

The boy named Rance finally seemed to be a little sunny and had the courage to face the world.

"Yeah, strange, why do I suddenly think so?"

Anya reached out to wipe her cheeks, and suddenly realized: "Father, you really gave me a terrifying task" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!