I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 828 - 519: Generous Nun (Vote for Monthly Ticket!)

Chapter 828: Chapter 519: Generous Nun (Vote for Monthly Ticket!)

The next day.

At nine in the morning.

The wooden door of the Generous Church had already been opened wide.

Today is Monday, and it is also the worship day of the God of Covenant. The residents of Cold Leaf City flocked to the church with devout smiles, walking in from the outer court in an orderly manner.

Men and women, young and old, eagerly anticipated today’s mass, hoping to hear the new Priest convey the gospel of the God of Covenant to them, thus shielding them from injustice and betrayal.

A black-clad Missionary stood at the entrance of the outer courtyard, nodding and smiling as each believer entered, handing them a newly printed flyer.

"Good day, Miss Jenning, this is a new service provided by the Generous Church for all residents. Please share this gospel with your family and friends in need..."

"Good day, Mr. Harir, please be sure to take a look."

"Good day, Mrs. Tatum..."

"Oh, the new Bishop is actually willing to treat ’Frostbite Disease’ for the residents of Cold Leaf City?!"

A slightly plump woman looked at the flyer, her expression excited and incredulous. She turned around to share the good news with another woman, and the people around them reacted with surprise and joy.

"Is this true?"

"Of course it’s true. The flyer even has the seal of the Generous Church."

"Praise Covenant! Praise the Bishop!"

The believers looked at the flyer in their hands as if they saw hope for salvation. Some of their family members or friends were suffering from ’Frostbite Disease’ but were unable to get proper treatment due to financial constraints.

Now, with this new service offered by the Generous Church, and for free, the residents felt extremely elated and immensely grateful.

"Priest Lisman, if we want to treat ’Frostbite Disease,’ is there anything we need to do?"

A modestly dressed middle-aged man, holding a flyer, hesitated as he asked.

The black-clad Missionary at the entrance recognized this man. He was a tailor living nearby, and his elderly mother was suffering and in great pain from ’Frostbite Disease.’

"After the mass, you can bring Mrs. Muller to the right-hand side of the church. Sister Maggie will diagnose and treat her."

Lisman answered truthfully.

"There will be no charge, rest assured, Mr. Ganser."

The man seemed relieved, smiled, and quickly expressed his thanks.

Several more believers asked questions, and Lisman patiently answered them one by one. Seeing the faces filled with expectation and gratitude, he felt a sense of shared joy and immense pride.

"His Majesty Jack is truly a great and noble figure... With His help, the Council will surely prosper more, and the residents here will live better."

The Missionary felt a deep sense of reverence and was increasingly willing to serve under His command.

At that moment, Mrs. Fey, who had chatted with him yesterday, came with her husband and two daughters for worship, warmly greeting some neighbors and friends.

"Oh, little Nelly seems to be doing well today, that’s really heartening."

The slightly plump woman noticed the improvement in the little girl’s condition and said in surprise.

"We need to thank the new Bishop. It was His generous gift of ’holy water’ that cured the little one’s Frostbite Disease... Today, we came with Roca to worship and personally thank His Majesty."

Mrs. Fey quickly replied.

Everyone gathered around little Nelly, happily and curiously looking at her, exclaiming continuously.

"It seems everything Priest Lisman said is true!"

The believers felt more assured and eagerly walked into the church one by one.

Today, Priest Akebin presided over the mass. He had already changed into a green priest’s robe, holding the holy Bible in one hand and a scale in the other, preaching the deeds and teachings of His Majesty Conrad to the believers from the pulpit.

He encouraged the believers not to fear traitors who break the covenant but to muster the courage to resist and pray to the God of Covenant.

An hour and a half flew by quickly.

After the sermon ended, Akebin led everyone in singing a short holy hymn to express their gratitude for the Lord’s blessings.

"Praise Covenant!"

"Thank you, Priest Akebin."

The believers stood up and saluted.

Soon, some couldn’t wait to walk to one side of the church where a large table was set up behind which sat a nun in a gray robe.

She appeared meticulous, with smooth linen hair against a fair face, her expression calm and a slight smile at the corners of her mouth.

There was a sense of holiness that one dared not surpass.

"I am Maggie Dela, a nun of Generous. May I rid the God of Covenant’s believers of evil diseases and free them from hardships..."

Maggie softly spoke.

A woman suffering from Frostbite Disease sat on a chair, looking rather anxious at the young nun before her.

"Please extend your hand."

Maggie smiled slightly and said to the woman.

Seeing the friendly smile, the woman seemed to relax a bit and slowly extended her arm. Maggie took it, glanced at the cracked, reddish skin, and gently pressed it twice, forming an opinion.

Without showing any emotion, she used the Sequence Ability, planting a tiny wart-like spore on the woman’s wrist.

Then, she had the woman open her mouth and stick out her tongue to observe the oral condition and asked a few questions. The whole process was careful and gentle, making Golov, who was sitting nearby in black, quite uncomfortable.

Golov’s gaze fixed on Maggie’s every movement and her consistently holy expression, always finding it eerie.

"Priest Golov, please fill a small bottle of holy water for this lady."

Maggie turned her head and politely spoke to him, her eyes smiling. freewёbnoνel.com

Golov was initially stunned until he noticed a hint of threat in Maggie’s eyes, then snapped back and hastily took out a syringe, scooped from the Chalice of Holy Water before him, and handed it to the woman.

"Drink the holy water, and your disease will be cured... But if you want to prevent recurrence, please come here for a check-up every worship day."

Maggie instructed.

The woman drank the holy water, feeling relieved from her discomfort. She was delighted and immediately stood up to bow and thank Maggie.

"Thank you, Sister Maggie. I will definitely heed your advice."

"May you sleep well tonight."

Maggie replied with a smile.

Believers seeking treatment for frostbite disease had lined up in a long queue. The next patient sat at the table, greeted politely, and extended an arm.

Maggie, with unflagging patience, examined the illness gently, just as she had with the previous woman, and inquired about the symptoms.

By around two in the afternoon, the church was finally empty.

After Golov slowly closed the church’s heavy door, he heard a burst of hearty laughter behind him. Turning around, he saw the holy "Generous Nun" Maggie dancing joyfully by herself.

"As long as the extraordinary disease can adapt to ’frostbite disease,’ it can convert into a corresponding heat ailment, thus neutralizing it. However, this heat ailment won’t harm the body, achieving perfect balance... If it succeeds, these patients won’t be afflicted by ’frostbite disease’ anymore. Hahaha, I’m truly a genius!"

Golov walked up shakily and heard Maggie mumbling to herself.

Maggie akimbo, turned to look at Golov, and said with a smirk:

"So, you decided to keep me company all day? Not out playing cards?"

"Miss Maggie, do you think I only play cards in your eyes?"

Golov chuckled bitterly.

"Hmm... you also pull the cart."

Maggie thought for a moment before replying.

Golov’s breath hitched, and he quickly explained:

"Mr. Jack asked me to assist you with treating the believers."

"I know, I know. Otherwise, I’d have you sit beside me and flirt?"

Maggie rolled her eyes.

She briskly took off the gray nun’s robe, revealing a vest and shorts underneath. She turned and waved as she left.

"You did well today; I like your efficient work style!"

"Thank you for the compliment, Miss Maggie."

Golov shook his head with a wry smile.

He instinctively walked up to clean the items on the table before leaving the church.

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The top floor of a building in the center of Cold Leaf City’s municipal area.

In a spacious and formal conference room sat two men and one woman.

"On behalf of the Lin State Shelter and all the people, I salute you... Your Majesty, Jack Spett. Your arrival is a blessing to Lin State, and we rely on you to oversee this region in the future."

A middle-aged man with brown hair combed neatly in a three-seven split raised his glass in salute.

A gold nameplate the size of an index finger was pinned to his chest, inscribed with "Lin State Shelter, Judge Farik."

"Thank you, Your Majesty Farik."

Chen Lun leaned back on the sofa, raised a glass of warm milk, and responded with a smile.

Cold Leaf City, as the main city of Lin State, should ideally have three churches overseeing it. However, due to its unique geography and the long-standing good public order, there were only two churches besides the local official shelter.

Besides the Generous Council represented by Chen Lun, the other was the Madman School.

"In fact, Lin State is relatively peaceful; there haven’t been any major cases in Cold Leaf City and the surrounding towns for decades..."

The woman sitting on the other end of the sofa spoke up.

She looked to be only in her thirties, with light blond hair tied up and dressed in a retro sky-blue gown. She was the head of the Madman School in the main city of Lin State, Scholar Suraya.

"Although located at the border, the Byron Kingdom, unlike the Beelzebub Kingdom, isn’t keen on causing trouble. They have coexisted peacefully with the Empire for over a hundred years, with flourishing border trade benefitting both sides... Byron’s wool, leather, and minerals are in high demand here, while the Empire’s canned foods and industrial living goods are quite popular over there, especially the multi-functional folding knives."

Suraya spoke with a faint smile.

"As far as I know, there are at least a dozen companies that got rich by producing folding knives and targeting Byron as their main market."

"I have heard about that. When I was still in the Royal City, the headquarters of ’Cheqi Company’ and ’Jandeli Folding Knife Group’ were set up in the Upper City District of Bixie Crost."

Chen Lun replied with a smile.

After half an hour of casual chat on inconsequential topics,

Judge Farik brought up the local climate disease, "frostbite disease," with a rather helpless tone.

"This disease isn’t particularly difficult to overcome. The shelter once had workshops develop corresponding medications, but the high costs made it unaffordable for the people... Right now, only two solutions from the Madman School are barely viable."

Suraya glanced at him.

"Our school doesn’t aim for profit; the charges for medications and candle therapies are merely covering costs. We help if we can, though mostly it’s the noble and wealthy upper class who can afford it."

She shook her head calmly.

Chen Lun put down his cup and joined the conversation.

"Speaking of ’frostbite disease’, I happen to have a doctor under me who is interested in it. She follows the path of natural remedies and might be able to help the local residents."

Farik’s interest was piqued, and he raised his glass with a light chuckle.

"In that case, I thank you once again on behalf of the people of Cold Leaf City, Your Majesty Jack."

"The God of Covenant witnesses fairness; it is only right."

Chen Lun smiled lightly in response.