"Huh?" Zoe stared blankly at the light in her hand.

What's this?

A very soft light.

Suddenly light came from his hand.

"Saints Reserves?" Ken's eyes lit up.

It seems that she has found a better reason to reassure her.

The temple was not meant to keep its victims immersed in pain.

But once this victim becomes a saint in the temple, the meaning will be different.

On the side, a pleasant voice sounded, interrupting the thoughts of the two people present: "Mr. Servais, can you step aside for a moment?"

The singer didn't know when she had walked between the two of them.

Her eyes stared at the light on the girl's fingertips.

"I need to talk to Zoe about something."

"I understand." Ken stood up.

He never thought that such a little girl could have the potential to become a saint.

Look at her surprised look.

Could it be that he glowed after touching the holy oil for the first time?

It's a bit strange, but... there is always a possibility. Charles said that she was an immigrant from the Kingdom of Santa Garcia. Maybe it was her first time to participate in an orthodox festival?

Just as Ken stood up, he felt a small hand grab his pants.

Zoe looked at him blankly.

The girl didn't know what happened.

Ken squatted down and said, "It's a good thing. Don't worry, I'll be waiting for you at the door."

Zoe opened her mouth, but finally said nothing.

She watched Ken wave to her, then turned and walked towards the door of the nunnery.

He looked at the singer again.

The singer stood in front of her at this time, with the color of the holy light reflected in her silver-grey pupils.

In the holy oil, the power of the Mother Goddess was felt, enough to withstand its power.

So that the light shines on.

But the holy light on the girl's finger gradually dimmed after being bright at first.

Where did the Holy Light feel its power?

…

Charles looked at Ken walking over with a confused look on his face, and he asked doubtfully:

"When she touched the holy oil, it glowed?"

"That's it." Ken himself sat obediently and let the girl touch his face as she pleased.

It seemed that as soon as the girl's hand left her face, a holy light emerged.

"According to you, she is a saint?" Ken asked.

"According to my adoptive father, she is qualified to become a Saint reserve..." Charles said seriously.

Qualifications are such a thing.

Only those few people can have it.

And the resources of the temple are enough to go to other dimensions to defeat evil gods.

The more saints there are, the better!

That is an incarnation that can withstand the power of gods!

It is the highest level of combat power in every divine religion. Even in the temple where "legends are worse than dogs", it is the highest level of power!

As he said that, Charles began to look at Ken with a scrutinizing look.

This man.

It is worthy of being like a mourning crow!

Could it be possible that he still has a talent for finding saints?

If so, why did the former saint of the Mansfield family use an almost warning tone to say that the Servais family foreshadowed the coming disaster?

"Ken Servais, do you want to join the temple?" Charles looked at Ken excitedly, his voice even trembling with excitement.

"No," Ken replied immediately.

"You should know that with your talent, even if you don't become a saint, the Mother Goddess will still set her sights on you..." Charles looked at Ken seriously and continued to add: "And if there is a temple

With the help of you, you will have the most powerful backing in the world. With the power of your third-ring warlock, you will be able to get in touch with the origin soon after you become a priest..."

"Sorry, I do maintain order, and what you said is correct, but I don't think I can serve the Mother Goddess." Ken said sincerely.

He now looks innocent in the eyes of the Paladin.

But in fact, an evil god regarded him as the object of his favor and kept watching him secretly.

Most of the knowledge in his mind is blasphemous and evil knowledge.

If he wants, he can even directly become the evil priest who leads a cult.

No matter how loving the Mother Goddess is, she cannot bear to see a cultist priest jumping around in front of her eyes!

You will be slapped to death during the baptism!

Definitely!

After all, the Mother Goddess is not an evil god! A contract with a desecrated evil god may not necessarily work!

"That's a pity... but the Mother Goddess will never give up on any believer. If you want to join the temple, the temple will never close its door." Charles said firmly.

"Besides..." The cleric looked at Ken and said, "Since you have met this victim, I can also reveal some information about the cultists to you..."

Ken Servais was of great help to the Temple.

However, information about cultists cannot theoretically be disclosed to individuals.

Even if this person is a member of the Servais family, which is closely related to the temple, it won't work.

So what Charles wants to say is all related to Ken's experience and can be told to him according to the rules.

"Do you remember the second time we entered the pseudo-dimension, the time you borrowed that monster to pull me in?" Charles asked.

"Well, remember..." Ken nodded.

The experience Charles was talking about was Amy's father's dream.

A dream created based on Amy's father's experience during the Steam Riots.

In that dream, he killed Amy's father through his ability to control dreams.

"That time, we stayed there for a very long time, but no one noticed my disappearance at all, let alone sent reinforcements. According to my adoptive father, the moment we entered the dream, our information was erased from this world.

Get rid of it." Charles said seriously.

He had seen a warlock's blasphemous machine reversely analyze dreams.

Since then, Warlocks seem to have a deeper and deeper understanding of the concept of dreams.

He reminded seriously:

"I know that you have done some research on the magic of dreams, but try not to come into contact with these dreams during this period of time. The cultists have at least one completed blasphemous dream. After you enter that dream, there will be no more people.

If I can remember you, your information in this world... will also disappear from this world."

This means that the warlock will be like the girl's parents.

Disappeared instantly.

Although Charles did not have a good impression of the profession of warlocks, these warlocks were dangerous people who were willing to trample order for inexplicable research topics.

But he was still willing to remind the warlock.

According to research, these cultists and cults have taken root in dreams for a long time.

With a warlock's ability, it is too dangerous to come into contact with dreams.

A three-ring warlock is as powerless as a little white rabbit when faced with many things.

He is one of the few friends that Charles is willing to recognize, and Charles will remind the warlock in public and private matters.

Ken looked at Charles's scary face. The paladin struggled to show concern, but in appearance he looked like a beast trying to eat.

Ken patted his shoulder hard, making a clashing sound between his palm and armor. He used this method to remind the paladin to feel at ease.

"I will." The warlock replied with a serious expression.

Unknowingly, the Paladin seemed to have put him in the position of a friend, and he would be friendly in return.
Chapter completed!