"Thank you! Sister! Thank you!"
"This is the sacred duty bestowed upon me by the Divine," Carian drew a cross on her chest, speaking gently, "Please take me there."
The boy nodded excitedly, just about to lead Sister back to the village, when Thomas suddenly placed his hand on his shoulder.
"It's too late today, let's wait until tomorrow."
Just as the villagers couldn't trust him, he couldn't trust these people he barely knew either.
"Hmm! No matter how late, I can wait!" The boy, not thinking much, continued nodding excitedly, expressing his gratitude repeatedly, and finally, after being urged by everyone, returned contentedly.
"Is this a complication?" The Mercenary Leader glanced at Thomas, then worriedly at Miss Carian.
He knew the girl was just a village girl, never baptized, merely had a wash by the river...
Can she really fulfill the sacred duty of the Divine?
Kindness cannot appease the Undead, ultimately, it still takes the Holy Light or Holy Water.
