Very Selfless

Miss D1 appeared very generous.

"Then, I only need primary intelligence and secondary strength, primary physique and secondary resistance."

He deliberately mentioned two to confuse his strengths; in reality, the first one was the path he intended to take. As for the main body's negative resistance, it's a rare profession with strong resistance against divination; if it could really be bought for 10 Purple Crystal Coin, it would be practically free.

The market is so outrageous now that no matter how much you pay, any job information related to divination might be fake.

But she chose to trust the girl in front of her.

"20." The girl's slender, snow-white hand reached out.

Sha Huo patted his pockets and handed over his hard-earned money.

After verifying it, the girl took out a pen and began writing on the paper next to her, then handed it directly to Sha Huo.

"Don't worry, at least what I saw was fine."

Thank you.

He smiled, somewhat surprised by the girl's memory.

"Don't tell anyone about where I'm from, as I mentioned before," Ms. D1 reminded me with a smile.

"I understand, and I will comply."

"Um."

Little did the other party know that Little Soul No. 2's curse had already taken effect on him. As soon as he had the thought of speaking, the curse would be triggered before he could, and he would gain the Amnesia Buff.

Through Liu Bie's relationship with this person, it may be possible to deepen our understanding of the Silver-Sinking Tower to some extent in the future, and even indirectly utilize it.

After all, the Mystic Thread can't possibly keep track of everyone it comes into contact with at all times. Although Ye Qian has many bodies, it can't reach that outrageous level yet, and there will always be oversights.

It must be exhausting, right? You can't be afraid to do anything all day and just keep an eye on people all day, can you?

Six hours later, at the secret stronghold of the Fading Lamp Society, in a small shop.

A man covered in wounds, with his left arm severed, struggled to crawl into the house.

"Please let me see the owner of this shop," the man said breathlessly, facing the shop assistant's surprised look. "The light is broken."

Upon hearing that the light was broken, the shop assistant immediately understood what was happening, said "Wait a minute," and rushed upstairs.

Shortly after, a man came down.

"Who are you?" The other person didn't walk up to you directly when you met, but asked warily.

"I am from... another stronghold... cough cough, I obtained this from the enemy... they are still searching for it... cough cough, please give this to..."

At this point, he suddenly looked like he was in great pain, curled up, and his body surface showed severe corrosion. He screamed in agony.

A faint black ripple spread along his skin; just by looking at it, one could imagine the pain he had endured.

"Close the door."

Fearing being seen by outsiders, the person in charge of the location immediately ordered the staff to close the door, and then went up and took the items from the other person's hands.

After sensing it, a look of shock flashed in his eyes.

Because this is an extraordinary item that records all the paths to advancement.

If someone is willing to hand over something like this, then even if you don't know them, the possibility that the other party is one of your own is very high.

"Quick, restrain him."

The Pollution on this person was extremely severe; his entire body was festering at an alarming rate. He immediately took out strips of cloth to isolate the Pollution.

As for treatment, it can only be transferred to a higher level.

However, when the strip of cloth touched it, it uncontrollably burst open.

The man quickly lost consciousness, and then with a bang, he exploded everywhere.

Outpost Manager: "..."

After a moment of silence, he sighed.

"Pack your things, and be careful to avoid Pollution."

"Okay." The shop assistant next to him also looked helpless.

The leader of the stronghold went up to the second floor and then used dream communication to explain the information to his superiors.

"An item that records all Black Iron Rank advancement information? Isn't this the [Eye of Ritual]?"

"Sir, do you recognize this item?"

"Heh, I was originally afraid of the trouble and didn't want to get involved in this, but it just fell into our hands on its own." The man's face had darkened. "Are you sure the person who delivered the package was someone from our base?"

"I don't know, but he's dead. He came in covered in wounds."

"Is he dead?" The man in the high-ranking position paced back and forth for a while.

There are quite a few strongholds below, and they are constantly expanding. There are quite a few brainwashed loyalists, so it's not surprising that they think this way.

Judging from this statement, it's quite possible that it was brought by one of their own people.

"This thing is a bit too hot to handle. Try to copy down what's inside. Then send it away cleanly and sever all ties with us."

He knew the current predicament of the Fading Lamp Society; they were all wanted by the authorities of the Kingdom of Order. If it were any other organization, things would be better; if the Church came asking, they could voluntarily surrender and even get some benefits in return.

The Fading Lamp Society is a typical evil organization; it's not impossible that they actually think they can steal things from the Church.

"If you really can't give it away, then offer it to the Church. Don't say it's your own 'Fading Lamp Society'."

After saying that, the dream was forcibly terminated.

The person in charge, who had been sleeping at the table, opened his eyes, looked at what was in front of him, and quickly took out a pen to start taking notes.

Since it's Pollution starting with 5, the process was still a bit painful.

If you look at something for more than 10 seconds, you will feel eye pain and dizziness.

Seeing it for 20 seconds doubled the discomfort.

He had to stop writing occasionally, but the aftereffects became increasingly unbearable, so he had to stop.

"This is such a hassle," he couldn't help but want to curse.

An hour ago, at the Light Prayer Church, the central prayer hall of the Lianwen Cathedral.

Miss Cannon Fodder F566 had secretly taken on a new identity, was sitting in a chair, praying devoutly.

For the sake of realism, she even brainwashed this body's head in her dreams, making her briefly believe that she was a believer in the God of Light Prayer.

After praying for ten minutes, a senior nun who had led the prayer opened her eyes.

She glanced at Miss F566 in the distance.

This girl was handpicked by Ye Qian. She was 1.7 meters tall, had long golden hair, a large bust (crossed out), and a holy face, like a Saintess, as if she was born to be a saintess.

So much so that the moment the nuns saw her, they felt that this girl was simply born to be a nun.

At that moment, the girl actually stood up and walked up to the nun.

"Hello, Sister, I have come at great risk to report something to you."

Upon hearing this, the beautiful high nun, who had been smiling, lost her smile, "What is it? Please come to the side and say it."

"Yes."

Following them to a quiet spot, the blonde girl said with a pained expression, "I heard that the Holy See is searching for the extraordinary item numbered 5-9-25. The name of that item should be [Eye of Ritual], right? I received news that it would be auctioned at a gathering, so I went and bought it, wanting to offer it to the great God. But... the port was attacked, and I was captured."

As the blonde girl finished speaking, she took advantage of the fact that no one was around and gently pulled open her clothes.

Her chest was exposed, and it was covered in blood. The girl's private parts were gone, and her body was covered with dried scars and marks from branding.

"Oh my god!"

The nun covered her mouth, her eyes filled with horror. "You..."

"They took the item and tortured me. My friend attacked their stronghold to save me. Although I escaped, the item is still in their hands. I... hope the Holy See can save my companion, who is a very devout believer."

The nun took several deep breaths and whispered to her, "You've suffered, child. Please put your clothes back on. God of Light Prayer... I will tell the Archbishop about this, and my Lord will surely bring you justice."

"Thank you." The blonde girl bit her lip and nodded respectfully.

"Please wait a moment."

The senior nun hurriedly ran towards the inner sanctuary.

Not long after, the middle-aged man, who was holding a cane and reading a book in the hall that was a hundred meters high, opened his eyes and saw the nun rushing over.

"What is it, Sister?"

The nun bowed respectfully and explained the situation.

"Is that so?" The Archbishop frowned.

Chapter 190 Extremely Selfless

The Archbishop, dressed in a white robe, was clearly very surprised by this.

The nun before him was a Devout Nun, one of only 30 Devout Nun in the entire Kewen Province. As the Archbishop himself, he would certainly take the matter she came to report with a little more attention.

The Archbishop was also shocked after hearing the full description of the blonde girl.

"This matter needs to be investigated. It would be best to find out the details of what happened to the girl and verify its authenticity. Sister Ai Xi, please contact Deacon Mali for me and have him take charge of this matter."

"Yes!"

Hearing that the Deacon had intervened, the nun immediately felt relieved.

In terms of both strength and ability, none of those who have been Deacon in the capital's Grand Cathedral are incompetent.

She took the initiative to convey the instructions. Her Mali. Dressed in simple clothes, Mali went to see the Archbishop and, after receiving authorization, immediately followed Sister Ai Xi to where Miss F566 was standing.

Although he had heard the nun say that the girl was very holy and had a natural sense of purity, the Deacon was still momentarily stunned when he saw her in person.

He never imagined that someone could have such a perfect appearance, as if a holy angel had descended.

When a girl like this stands on the stage during a prayer, many people will be genuinely moved by her unimaginable radiance.

"Miss, may I ask your name?"

"Rafia." This is the name that Miss Cannon Fodder F566, registered.

In fact, from this moment on, she probably shouldn't be called "Cannon Fodder Misses" anymore.

Because Rafia is her real name at this moment.

Of course, if the Holy See were to thoroughly investigate her birth circumstances, they might discover some loopholes, but the possibility of that is probably almost zero.

"Then Rafia, tell me what you know, especially... the people who captured you, do you know their identities?"

Rafia made a thoughtful gesture and pretended to say, "They seemed to have mentioned something about... something called the Remnant Lamp... Society."

"The Fading Lamp Society?"

A thought flashed through the mind of the Mali Deacon in front of him: I seem to have heard of him.

In less than two seconds, he remembered the recent news.

A cold glint flashed in Mali's eyes, and almost instantly he entered Rafia's mental world with his immense will.

This was practically a high-level mental assessment technique. After quickly sensing the girl's inner turmoil, he confirmed the truthfulness of her words.

But Mali had no idea that the reality was so different from what he had imagined. Ye Qian had not only undergone self-soothing hypnosis before coming here, but was also using the fluctuations of numerous Mystic Thread to stabilize her mind. She had essentially replicated the best state of her body here, barely managing to deceive him.

This was also because Ye Qian had strong mental strength, and at least briefly borrowed a lot of mental energy; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to withstand this blow.

"How did they treat you then, and what did your friends who came to rescue you do?"

Rafia said very "honestly," but with some pain, "They... they were so terrible, it hurt so much, I..."

She deliberately made herself appear to have some kind of post-traumatic stress disorder, and while saying this, the Deacon in front of her used the same trick again, this time more directly, using a sophisticated Dream Entry method to instantly delve into her memories.

In the fictional dream, the girl, fully clothed, had her chest severely burned by a red-hot iron. Then, a man dressed in a robe and wearing a mask stabbed her a few times with a knife, seemingly playing with her.

Of course, this perspective... is actually Rafia's perspective as she is being tortured.

And it's true.