To the north of the Holy City, this is a place that is comparable to Squirrel Street in Nolan before.

That is where the poor people who migrated from all over the world live. In the era led by the pope, these poor people should have been driven away by the Holy Army, but they were left here with the advice of the Saint Maiden.

A temporary area where the poor gathered was established outside the walls of the Holy City.

The Messia hid in the corner of the Holy City and stared at Helolia in the distance with a hooded hood.

Now the season of the Holy City is approaching the end of winter, and this city is actually far less prosperous than Nolan, so these poor people on the edge are basically on the verge of enduring cold winter and hunger.

"It's fine."

After the light golden glow spilled out of Helolia's hand, healed a poor man's frostbite and gave him a kind smile.

Perhaps in this cold winter when death is approaching, meeting such a "good-minded person" is as different as meeting a god.

But in fact, many poor people did pray and wish for blessings around Heloya.

A long time ago, the Messia should have been very pleased to see this scene, but now the Messia feels strange inside.

She gained too much knowledge on the caster forum and learned too much inside information about the Kingdom of Holy Church. Now even the Messia herself cannot naively pray to the gods.

Thinking of this, Messai shook his head and drove out the strange thoughts in his mind, looking around with his "third eye", looking for those who attempted to be unfavorable to Helolia.

But the rescue operation of Helolia was very successful. When Helolia left quietly, the Messia also saw many poor people kneeling in the snow and praying to heaven.

"The recorded image this time is quite successful."

Helolia came to the side of the Messiah, and the camera floated around her and fell into Helolia's hands.

"Mr. Helolia, do you really care about those suffering people, just to record the scene where you gave them?"

After hesitating for a moment, the Message asked another question that might anger the Saint.

"Hmm? As far as I know, you won't ask these strange questions." Helolia looked up and down the female knight: "It seems that the magic net has indeed changed you."

"I...sorry, Lord Helolia is me... I asked too much."

After Message said this, she realized her fault. She shook her head and didn't understand what was wrong with her.

"It's nothing. I'm helping the poor to shoot those pictures and gain their faith. If it's not for these, I'm not interested in coming to the slums."

Helolia's straightforward answer made the Message stunned for a moment.

"Only humans can accept charity when they suffer, they will know how to be grateful and have faith." Helolia looked at the particles gathered in her hands.

This glimmer particle comes from the power of faith of the poor. The Message cannot see these lights, but for Helolia, although the number of these lights is not large, it is much more solid than the beliefs of the residents in the Holy City.

"I should have revealed to you, Messia." Helolia's golden pupils exuded a dim glory. "The longing and faith of believers in the holy city for God is my power. I need these things, so I will use any means to obtain them, even if I cooperate with the demons."

When the Messia listened to Helolia's words, the following sentence "cooperation with the demon" was enough for her to stand on the side of the Pope, but the Messia now is not as naive as before.

"But Lord Helolia, you still saved those poor people," said the Messai.

"Of course, they are the source of my strength, and I will be distressed if I die." Helolia smiled on her face, and then held the Messiah's hand. "Don't think too much, it's time to go to the next place."

"Wait a minute, Lord Helolia."

But at this moment, the Messia suddenly pulled Helolia back, who had not yet taken a few steps, and the sword hidden around her waist was also unsheathed at this moment.

The long sword drawn by the Messia cut off the arrows shot from the sky, but followed the arrows with a sharp blade made of magic. The Messia's armor and arms were instantly cut by the sharp blade, and blood gushed out of it.

"Sir Helolia, we must leave here."

The whereabouts of Helolia's outing this time are absolutely confidential, but it is obvious that some assassinators have learned about Helolia's outing this time.

"Are the people from the original Inquisition?" Helolia looked at the arrows that landed on the ground, with some gray mist wrapped around it. "This is the second time today."

"Second time?"

The Messiah did not expect that the attack from the Heresy Court would come so quickly.

"I'm fine here, Messia goes to catch him." Helolia said softly.

"But..." Messai saw Helolia's expression, which was completely different from when he was with the poor before, and it was a kind of coldness that made people feel dangerous.

"clear."

After receiving the orders of Helolia, a light golden glow spilled out of Helolia's hands and poured into the Messia's body.

The moment the wound on his body was healed by the light, Messai felt an unknown force surge in his body, his body as light as it was about to float up, and even a large number of light golden inscriptions were attached to the armor.

"This will save you from the mental attacks of those judges. I have given you strong enough power. Go to the Message." Helolia said.

Message nodded, then jumped gently and came to the roof easily.

The female knight instantly found the attacker's location with her "third eye". There were two people in the other party...

With the blessing of Helolia's blessing, the Messia spent nearly half an hour to hurt the other person and seized one of the attackers at the cost of being seriously injured.

The Messia returned to Heloya with the attacker bound by the magic of the Holy Light system.

The attacker was wrapped in a worn-out cloak. When the Messiah pulled the cloak away, the person exposed to the air was an old man over a hundred years old, his face full of filth, looking like a member of a slum.

"Do your disguise, judge." Helolia said, staring at the attacker with her pale golden pupils.

But the attacker did not answer Heloya, but only made a strange laugh... Heloya sighed slightly, suddenly snapped her fingers, and a translucent figure suddenly appeared on her body.

"Master Helolia, is that... a banshee?" Messai looked at the undead floating behind Helolia in disbelief. This was definitely the mortal enemy of the Holy Light.

"That Chaos Demon gave me inspiration. What's the name? The mental attack is very effective for the judge." After Helolia said this, she covered her ears, and the banshee behind her let out a shrill wail.

After hearing this, the attacker immediately covered his ears and struggled on the ground. Not long after, he became a middle-aged man who looked over thirties.

"This is such a strange adventure. I didn't expect to meet you here, Bishop of Copper."

Helolia looked at the middle-aged man who fell in front of him. He was once one of the bishops of the Holy Kingdom and even had the status of commander of the Holy Cult Army, but unfortunately... he was also a judge.

"Did you be defeated by your friend's apprentice? Are those crazy thoughts that slow your movements down?"

"..." The attacker did not speak and lay on the ground and fell into silence.

"I don't have time to chat with you. What are you guys planning in the Holy City? Where is the place to hide? Tell me now." Helolia said.

The Messiah was slightly stunned by this question. She remembered that Helolia should have completely eliminated the heresy court...

But it is very simple to hide in the holy city with the power of the judges.

The attacker still did not answer, but only laughed sarcastically.

"Master Helolia, you..."

Suddenly, Helolia grabbed the sword in the Messiah's hand and stabbed the attacker's arm suddenly into the arm of the attacker who was lying on the ground, but the other party still closed his mouth tightly and didn't even make a cry of wail.

"I forgot that you even felt dull after becoming monsters." Helolia's light glow was a little cunning in her pale golden pupils. She lowered her voice and said, "What about the memory? Bishop Coperon, although you didn't tell others, I know clearly that you married a wife in the west of the Holy City fifteen years ago, right? And there are two children of a man and a woman. The girl seems to want to join my choir."

"Sir Helolia, you!"

Finally the attacker roared out with an angry voice, but Helolia suddenly turned the sword in her hand, and the sound of flesh and blood being stirred throughout the alley.

Messia looked at this scene blankly. Her inner justice should make her stand up and stop Helolia from doing so, but...

"I know that your judges are planning to sacrifice the souls of the people of the entire holy city! Tell me what method is this plan! Where is the core of the sacrifice array!"

The next sentence of Helolia made the Messia stunned. She looked at Helolia in front of her with some at a loss. The whole alley was filled with a hysterical atmosphere.

"I will die even if I tell you." The attacker struggled for a moment, and then the Messia noticed the dense magic inscriptions surrounded by his neck. "Everything is over! There is no hope! It's all your stupid guys who have released it... This city, including you, I... can't escape!"

The attacker said and laughed wildly, and Helolia raised the sword in her hand expressionlessly.

"Saint Madam!" The Messy wanted to stop Helolia, but she did not kill the judge, but knocked her to the ground with the hilt of her sword.

"Take him back to the underground of the cathedral, I remember that the torture room has not been removed yet." Helolia wiped the blood on her hands, and at this time she noticed the shocking expression of the Messiah.

The female knight still couldn't believe what she had just experienced.

"Message, are you going to choose to save him alone, or do you choose to let the people of the entire Holy City die together?"

Helolia noticed the thoughts of the Messia and asked as she looked at her shaken eyes.

"My duty is to protect you, His Highness, and the people of the Holy City." Message murmured to himself, and then suddenly something sounded and looked at Helolia and asked, "But Lord Helolia, you shouldn't really care about those people, right?"

"Of course I have said that they are the source of my power. If they are dead, where can we find so many devoted believers to the God of the Holy Light?"

Helolia threw the blood-stained handkerchief to the ground and put on a warm smile again.

"But now, it's better to heal your injuries first, Message."

……………………

Nolan, Hearthstone Tavern.

"You used perfume?"

Xili, who was having dinner, suddenly looked up at Qiao Xiu who was standing next to him.

How could this girl have a nose as sensitive as a wild beast?

Qiao Xiu felt that he could no longer smell the perfume of the Fallosi Flower.

"No, it's the child of Garlorie. Mrs. Sizer took her with her to stay in Nolan for a few days. You should know?" Qiao Xiu said frankly.

"I met her while playing "Minecraft" at noon today." Xiri immediately became alert when she said this, but the girl still chose to change the topic: "When will the filming of "Shawshank Redemption" start?"

"You'll love that movie script that made me... surprised."
To be continued...