Let's Play Something More Exciting

The crowd parted, making way for Claire. After walking in, she glanced at Oma, who was standing outside the entrance looking smug, and then at Rona inside the hospital, who appeared somewhat dejected. Claire had a rough idea of what had happened.

"Hmph, Lord Viscount, you've arrived at just the right time!" Oma didn't back down an inch upon seeing Claire. "This woman is a demon. I hope you'll have her burned to death!"

Upon hearing this, Claire's eyes turned cold. This is the doctor I went to great lengths to invite, and you want to burn her to death with a single sentence?

But it was clear Oma lacked the ability to read the room. He continued smugly, "If you, Lord Viscount, spend too much time with this kind of demon, you won't ascend to the Divine Kingdom after death!"

This method of intimidation always worked. When other nobles were here, he'd scare them a bit, and they'd offer him plenty of gold coins to "atone."

However, he had encountered Claire, who completely ignored him and walked straight into the hospital.

Claire activated her mental threads, connecting with Rona. "Are you alright?" she asked mentally.

She didn't want the excellent doctor she'd managed to bring back to be driven away by this idiot.

Feeling Claire's gentle emotions transmitted to her, Rona finally calmed down. She shook her head. "I'm fine. I don't know what that person said, but now these people aren't coming for treatment."

As she spoke, she looked up at Claire, hesitating. "Is it… because of me that you've been affected? I told you before, I'm a half-elf. Perhaps they can't accept me as their doctor."

Claire smiled. "The common people are easily swayed. They aren't bad; it's that person who is bad. It's fine, I'll resolve this quickly. As long as you're willing, you'll always be Nafu City's doctor."

"Okay," Rona nodded.

"Lord Viscount!" Oma's tone rose several degrees. Claire had just ignored him and gone to find that witch, completely disregarding his presence!

"Pastor Oma, is it?" Claire turned around, a brilliant smile on her face.

"Yes, I am the only pastor in Nafu City, a messenger of God!" Oma declared proudly.

Claire walked up to him, leaning in and lowering her voice. "Let's talk somewhere else. It's not convenient to discuss matters here with so many people around. I'll give you what you want."

Oma glanced at the surroundings; indeed, many people were gathered. He nodded. "Alright, where to?"

"Let's go into the hospital to talk," Claire said.

Oma, however, looked at Rona with some fear, clearly unwilling to go inside.

Claire saw his hesitation and said, "Don't worry, I'm here. She won't dare to touch you." As she spoke, her smile widened.

Hearing Claire's pleasant tone, Oma couldn't help but feel smug. "Alright, then."

Seeing that he had agreed, Claire immediately turned to the crowd. "There's been some misunderstanding here. Pastor Oma and I will have a chat to clear it up."

Then, under everyone's gaze, she led Oma into the hospital. They walked through the hall and straight ahead, then turned right into a room where herbs were stored.

Oma looked around. They had gone deep enough inside. "This room will do. Let's talk inside."

"Okay, as you wish."

Oma walked into the room. As Claire closed the door, the light inside quickly dimmed.

Oma was still speaking in an arrogant tone, "Lord Viscount, what do you want to say… Ah! Ouch!"

Before he could finish speaking, Claire kicked him squarely in the backside. Oma let out a scream and rolled several times on the ground!

"What the hell are you talking about! I've been holding back my temper with you outside for ages!" Claire gritted her teeth.

If there hadn't been so many people around just now, he wouldn't have spoken to the guy so politely and with so many pleasantries.

The reason he'd spoken so much to lure the guy here was mainly because the Church of Light was too powerful. If he had killed the guy on the spot, it could have been a minor issue – just a noble killing a pastor in a fit of anger, punishable by a fine.

But if they made a fuss about it, they could slap him with the label of "worshipping a heretical cult," and the Holy Knight Order could be dispatched to annihilate him. His own kingdom probably wouldn't interfere. Moreover, every Knight in the Holy Knight Order was at the Great Knight level. Three or four of them could easily flatten the current Nafu City.

These religious fanatics had used war as an excuse many times before. The most famous was when a king of a certain kingdom openly mocked the God of Light at a banquet, and they used it as a pretext to launch a holy war, directly leading to the country's destruction.

Therefore, Claire's principle for dealing with these religious organizations was: I won't bother you, and you damn well better not bother me. But it was clear that this Oma had stumbled into the line of fire without looking.

After rolling several times, Oma managed to stand up, his face contorted with rage. "Do you know what you're doing! You're laying hands on a messenger of God! A villain like you will go to hell and be devoured by demons!"

"Mmph!" Oma's mouth was blocked by the barrel of Claire's gun.

"Stop your damn nonsense. I'm a mage!"

Upon hearing this, Oma immediately stopped shouting. Instead, he felt that Claire's kick was perfectly justified.

Pastors and other clergy considered mages to be lunatics. They actually believed that God could be observed, analyzed, and understood through certain patterns to be utilized.

Mages, on the other hand, considered clergy like pastors to be insane. They believed that gods were merely powerful mages and that it was foolish to be willing to sacrifice one's life for such things.

"What do you want!" Oma said defiantly.

"What do you want? You came to my hospital to cause trouble and then you question me?" Claire was amused despite herself. "I'll give you a chance. Get back to your church now, and don't come out here again!"

If the guy hadn't come looking for trouble, Claire would never have gotten involved with church affairs.

"Never! Preaching is our freedom, and no one can deprive us of our right to preach!" Oma puffed out his chest. "You're not going to kill me, are you!"

"Don't be so quick to reject my proposal. Since you believe in God, I'll play a game with you." Claire then explained the rules of Russian Roulette to him.

The cylinder spun open, and Claire placed a bullet inside. Oma watched Claire's movements, involuntarily swallowing.

"A one in six chance! Don't worry, Oma! God will protect you!" Oma encouraged himself.

"Click!" Claire placed another bullet inside.

Obvious beads of sweat appeared on Oma's forehead, but he held firm.

"A one in three chance, Oma, hold on! You serve God daily, He will protect you!"

"Click!" The third bullet was also seated.

Oma's teeth were already chattering, his mental defenses collapsing. "It's only a one in two chance! Flipping a coin is also a one in two chance, it's a small problem."

"Click!" The fourth bullet was inserted.

Oma finally couldn't take it anymore, roaring in fear, "What do you want! Do you know how serious the crime is for killing a clergyman! The Pope will send the Knight Order to flatten Nafu City, and even you, a Viscount, will be hanged at the city gate!"

"What killing a clergyman? I was just having a friendly conversation, and you attacked me, trying to kill me. I just defended myself, it was self-defense." Claire's smile grew brighter.

The Church of Light wasn't so powerful that it would let its priests kill people indiscriminately. This was also why he had brought Oma here. With only the two of them in the room, whatever happened would be based on his word.

"No one will believe you!"

"It's fine. After I get rid of you, I'll stab myself in the chest and place the dagger in your hand. The people outside will only see you holding a murder weapon. After all, only the survivor gets to speak."

"Then, when the next pastor arrives, perhaps someone will lay flowers on your tomb. Hopefully, he'll be different from you and a bit more obedient..."

Pastor Oma finally panicked. If Claire had killed him in public, with so many witnesses, there would have been some evidence. But now, with no one around, there was no one to prove that he was the victim.

Why was he so stupid to come to this deserted place with him!

"Click!" The fifth bullet was loaded.

Oma decided to go out with a bang, putting on a brave face. He closed his eyes and shouted, "Even with only a one in six chance, I still believe the Lord will protect me! The Lord is almighty!"

"Click!" The sound of another bullet being loaded into the cylinder rang out.

Oma fearfully opened his eyes, looking at Claire as if he'd been tricked. "Didn't you say we were just playing Russian Roulette? Why did you load all six bullets!"

Before, there was still a one in six chance of survival, but now, he hadn't given himself any chance to live at all.

Claire displayed the loaded cylinder, explaining, "Since you are a messenger of God, we won't play those boring games. Let's play something more exciting – let's bet on a misfire."

As she spoke, Claire spun the cylinder back, pressing the muzzle against the forehead of the trembling Oma.

Oma roared in his mind, "I'm definitely going to die! This bastard never intended to let me go; he just wants me dead!"

"You don't have to thank me, I'm quite happy to send you to the Divine Kingdom." Claire revealed a benevolent smile and placed her finger on the trigger.

"Wait!" Oma suddenly shouted, clearly having a realization at the brink of death.

"The Lord also said: Wise people are good at accepting others' opinions. I think your suggestion, Viscount, is quite good."

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