Witch Alchemist

A few days later.

At 66 King Street, in a temporary residence.

Several uninvited guests came to the door.

It was the nun of the Holy Light Church who came to visit, and brought the priest and several staff members of the church.

At this time, Roy knew that the nun's name was Windsor Belle.

She was not very beautiful, but she had a kind of compassionate temperament, and with the nun's clothes, she looked dignified and elegant.

"Hello, Mr. Ilor."

Sister Windsor Belle greeted him with a little restraint.

"Thank you very much for helping me last time."

"Nothing, just saving a life.

There was an old saying in my hometown, which is that saving a life is better than building a seven-story bell tower..."

"Huh? This is a new saying, but it is also similar to the teachings of the Lord of Light that we believe in.

Excuse me, do you know the teachings of the Lord of Light and admire the way of salvation of the Holy Light?"

Roy smiled slightly: "I know a little, but not very well."

"Ah, do you mind...

We explain it to you?"

...

"So that's it, the Lord of Light is the source of the Holy Light in Mount Heaven!"

After a long talk with Windsorbell, Roy combined the plane knowledge he learned from the wizard world and confirmed one thing.

Divinity is absolute.

Godhead is stable.

In a sense, gods are even the embodiment of certain emotions and concepts.

The Lord of Light is a lawful and good god with great love to break the darkness and save the world.

This can also be said to be the source of his divine power, something fundamental.

It is slightly different from the conspiracy theory that I initially thought.

"Before I learned that the Holy Light Messenger was also here to control the world, I thought it was a hypocritical and corrupt church...

So it seems that the Lord of Light and his Holy Light Messenger are actually hoping to resolve the imminent crisis through cooperation first, and then deal with potential risks.

His bottom line should be the order and stability of this world."

"Why are you thinking about this?"

Planjie was depressed.

"Can the character of the gods be guessed at will?"

Roy glanced at her and said, "On the contrary, the character of the gods is easy to understand. He is like the sun and the moon, which are clear to the world and unchanging.

In a sense, it can be regarded as the law of nature, which is much easier to grasp than the laws and human hearts."

Unlike the possibility that church personnel may be corrupted and the doctrine may be distorted.

The gods themselves are stable.

The changes in priesthood and divinity are in units of thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

Even if there are some changes, they will never change overnight.

…

Next, Roy gradually got to know Sister Windsorbell.

Through this relationship, he learned a lot about the Holy Light Church, and combined with the information provided by Shelbury, he explored the mysteries of gods, beliefs, and souls.

In fact, during this period of time, Roy has gained a lot of "soul science" from his [inspiration].

He also vaguely realized that this might be the key to making a more powerful golem.

Especially like the Rose Angel, the emotional driving force of "generating electricity with love" is an energy system above level 4.

It may not necessarily break the "mass-energy conservation", but it is truly extraordinary to a certain extent, surpassing all conventional energy that can be understood and imagined by creatures on earth.

If I can also find out this mystery...

It must be a breakthrough that can be called a miracle!

At this time, Windsor Bell came again: "Mr. Ilor, didn't you say you wanted to find human suffering and incorporate it into your paintings?

We have a charity relief event tomorrow..."

"Okay, I'll donate, 10 gold coins."

Roy, who is already an "outstanding church member", is very understanding.

"Meow!"

Domi cried out with some pain.

The master's money is my money!

It has begun to awaken its spiritual wisdom and knows how to cherish money.

"What a cute little cat."

Windsor Bell couldn't help but touch Domi and said sincerely.

Domi tilted her head and looked at this woman who talked about salvation all day long with disgust, but only knew to ask the master to donate.

...

The next day, Roy followed the church staff to the neighborhood in need of relief to distribute food.

"Praise the Lord, thank you all!"

The civilians who received relief saw that there was free food to be received, and they all rushed up.

"Queue up, queue up!"

The staff shouted with a loud speaker made of cardboard.

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"Mr. Nian, why are you here too?"

The nun looked at one of the relatively decently dressed men in surprise. He didn't seem to meet the conditions for receiving free food.

"I'm really sorry, Sister Windsor Bell, I was fined a lot of money recently for illegally collecting rainwater. I can't pay the property tax and various miscellaneous expenses, and I'm homeless."

Mr. Nian said with a face of shame and a little restrained.

The nun hurriedly asked the errand boy to distribute food to him.

"Thank you, thank you so much, praise the Lord of Light!"

Mr. Nian said sincerely.

"Please be kind and give me some food...

I just went to sell blood this morning, and now I'm a little dizzy from hunger."

At this time, another civilian came over and said.

The nun saw that he was really pale, and quickly gave him a few more bread.

"Mother, I have been seized because of the stove in my family. I haven't eaten for two days ..."

There is another civilian.

Roy sat aside, spread out the painting rack, and depicts all beings.

He has the talent of [Artist], and even if he does not learn much, he also precisely portray the appearance and expression of these civilians.

However, because it was just a simple sketch, Windsabel came to check it in his busy time, and did not see why.

"Mother, these people seem to be miserable."

Roy covered her paintings calmly and talked to her.

"Why is this?"

"Yeah, why can't you even do a warm and warm and warm and happy job?

Is they not diligent enough and kindness, so they were not good enough? "

Windsabel sighed, and there was a confusion of the authorities.

"Lord ...

Please rescue these poor lambs! "

Feeling the sincere and holy spirit of faith, Roy exposed to appreciation, but did not say much.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in front.

"Fog ... Fog!"

"Cough ..."

"The fog is here!"

"Run!"

Roy looked up, and saw a cloud of clouds like black smoke quickly permeated.

In a blink of an eye, daytime turned into night, and everywhere was dark.

Roy did not look at it with the naked eye, but changed to mental exploration, but found that several black shadows that were like ghosts were hunted in the fog.

That's the Lord of the Black Mist ...

Fog Demon!