MTLNOVEL Chapter 639 - 355: Do You Want to Cheat?_2
Chapter 639: Chapter 355: Do You Want to Cheat?_2
Realizing this, Negris couldn’t help exclaiming, “This is a huge advantage for you.”
“That’s… that’s why I brought a gift, I caught it on the way.” Shamara also felt she had struck it rich, and said somewhat sheepishly, hastily gesturing to the bag she had brought.
The bag had been opened before, with a small opening at the top. Something inside was sneakily peeping out, but quickly pulled the mouth of the bag closed when everyone turned their eyes towards it.
When the bag was pulled open, it revealed the Goddess of Redemption with a look of despair and anger on her face: “I have already run very far. I didn’t come willingly, I was caught and brought here.”
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“Tell me, why on earth did you capture her? Isn’t she just going to cause us trouble? How are we going to deal with her now?” Negris complained angrily as he looked at the Goddess of Redemption, grumbling at Shamara.
The Goddess of Redemption was on the verge of giving up, saying nothing yet boiling inwardly with rage as she stared at the Great Angel’s Staff in Little Angel’s hand, the staff being part of her collection.
Of course, Little Angel would not give it back to her. She too was sullen, hiding the staff behind her and ready to punch her in the face at any time.
Both of them glared at each other, about to start fighting.
Shamara was in an awkward situation – she had come bearing gifts, only to realize that she had brought a problem:
“I bumped into her on the way. She was hiding in a small town, unable to farm or wash clothes. She was worse off than me, only occasionally sneaking around to cure diseases and save people in exchange for some living expenses.”
“A while ago, the curia issued an order to catch witches. She was then reported by people and was caught. When I found her, she had just beaten those who came to capture her to death. I thought, hey, isn’t this the Goddess of Redemption? Perfect. I can’t turn up empty-handed, so I caught her.”
Negris irritably said, “What do you mean you ‘caught her?’ Luna did the capturing, didn’t she? Isn’t that right Luna?”
A voice came from the Holy Armor on Shamara’s body: “Yes… My Lord of Knowledge.”
“So what should we do now? It was Ange who kicked her out in the first place, and now you’ve brought her back. How are we going to settle her?” Negris said disgruntled.
Shamara and Luna felt guilty and could washes with nothing more than an awkward smile. Even a goddess as a gift gets rejected, how dejected they were.
It wasn’t that Negris was picky, he just genuinely didn’t know how to settle her. The Goddess of Redemption had been very obedient. Since being driven out, she had hidden in a what was this small town and lived in a pitiful state. Yet she didn’t violate her agreement with Ange in the slightest.
Obviously Ange can’t do anything to her but how to settle her? No matter where she is, she would be an unstable factor. Moreover, she now seemed to be in despair, and was even at odds with Little Angel.
The Goddess of Redemption was also wronged. She had been hiding in a small town, earning some pocket money by healing diseases and saving people, and yet she was still captured. It seems there’s no escape no matter where she runs, so she may as well not hide at all. The Great Angel’s Staff is mine, give it back!
Eventually, before the two started fighting, Shamara stepped forward and dragged the Goddess of Redemption away.
“Let me go, let me go, that Great Angel’s Staff is mine, let me grab it back,” the Goddess of Redemption struggled.
Shamara uttered quietly, “Struggle a bit harder, will you? I’m not even using that much strength to hold you.”
The Goddess of Redemption whispered back, “I will struggle a bit, you hold on tight to me.”
And like this, she was ‘reluctantly’ dragged off. Once they were out of sight of Ange and the others, Shamara let her go, saying, “So what now? Where do you want to go? Need me to take you?”
The Goddess of Redemption said blankly, “I don’t know. I’ve already hidden in such a remote small town, and yet you found me. Are you a kobold?”
“Why not go to the curia?” Shamara asked in confusion. If she went to the curia, with the Goddess of Redemption’s status, there’d be a lot of people protecting her, no need for her to sneak around to save people.
Hearing the word ‘curia,’ the Goddess of Redemption’s head shook like a windmill: “No, absolutely no. I’m the Goddess of Redemption. Do you know where I sense the most despair? Right in the curia.”
The redemption statement left Shamara silent. She knew what the Goddess of Redemption was referring to. The curia has many clerics, and the training process for clerics starts from childhood and is very brutal, from the soul to the will, eradicating their nature.
What is felt during this process is mostly despair. You can’t even give up because doing so equals turning your back on faith, and that’s unthinkable. You’d either end up locked inside a tiny black room or placed on a fire execution frame.
Every year, because of unable to endure the training and either dying or going insane, there are more than you can count on both hands.
Yet no one concerns about the mental health of these children believing it to be the necessary exercise; those who make it through become the most reliable believers.
If they were other gods, they wouldn’t even care, as long as there were devotees to spread their faith. How the devotees come to existence is not important.
But the Goddess of Redemption was different. She was the god of love and redemption, so all despair and suffering ultimately feeds back to her. If she could, she would smash the curia. There is no way that she’d go back there.
Shamara was chosen as the Saint at the age of ten, so she didn’t go through the most brutal phase of the process. Even so, she was rather an extreme and fanatical character, showing just how desperate and oppressive environment in the curia must be.
“Then follow us, otherwise you can’t even afford clothes, with all the rips and tears on your dress,” Shamara said.
Redemption flushed and covered her armpit, stubbornly saying, “I just didn’t want to use divine power. Otherwise, I could change my clothes every day if I wanted to.”