Molly was not a member of the White Church.
No, actually, it could be said she was a member of the White Church—
But unlike the White Church, internally, they called themselves the Black Church.
In essence, they were a dark force lurking within the White Church itself.
Perhaps unknown to most, the predecessor of the White Church was the Angel Sect.
At the same time, there was another sect called the Demon Sect.
Later, for some undisclosed reason, the Angel Sect and Demon Sect merged and changed their name to the White Church.
But the Demon Court Sect that had been annexed would not simply resign themselves to this fate.
They continued to lie low within the White Church, called themselves the Black Church, and waited for a chance to restore their power—or even to directly seize the White Church from within.
Molly, as one of the Black Church members, intended to gather people and undermine the White Church from within Nightbright Town, turning it into a stronghold for the Black Church.
She knew everything about Nightbright Town, and the surrounding White Church personnel.
Even most of the White Church delegation that had been sent here were actually her people.
But when facing Litt, a White Church nun who seemed to come out of nowhere, Molly couldn’t help but feel a little reluctant.
Still, when she saw how the orthodox White Church members showed Litt such respect, even though she didn’t know Litt’s background, Molly knew her status was extraordinary.
This Litt was absolutely not just some average nun of the White Church!
And another thing made it even clearer: when the Black Church tried to use the magical overflow during the Baiyang Qiming Festival to demonize a small demon with remnant Demon King Bloodline, Litt was the first to intervene and ruin their Demonization Plan.
Molly had realized this already—so when Litt boarded the Fishing Boat to save people, she cut the rope, trying to send her away with everyone else.
But unexpectedly, Yao Jincheng appeared midway and managed to save her.
Still…
Even though the Demonization Plan failed, Molly had discovered Litt’s greatest weakness.
She was weak.
There were almost no traces of Tingli in her at all.
Otherwise, when trapped on the stormy Fishing Boat, she wouldn’t have simply stood still, waiting to die, doing nothing.
A powerless White Church high-up, delivered right to her doorstep…
Wasn’t this basically a piece of fat meat offered on a platter?
Molly’s lips curled into a cruel smile.
“Litt, wait for me!”
She jogged to catch up.
“Are we planning some event recently?”
Litt, holding a pair of gardening shears, glanced at the busy church members bustling about the back garden and couldn’t help but ask, “Otherwise, why the huge fuss all of a sudden?”
“I think they’re planning to host an open day to recruit more believers.”
“Is that so?”
Litt wasn’t particularly interested in these things; in fact, she found them rather boring.
Right now, all she wanted was to go home and have a good sleep.
Working for an hour—so exhausting.
Speaking of which, wasn’t she supposed to be an adventurer?
Looking at the gardening shears in her hands, Litt fell into deep thought.
Meanwhile, over on Red’s side, he straightened the blanket and opened the window.
Gazing at the world outside, his steadfast eyes were like those of a High Monk who had achieved enlightenment.
“This is… the scent of sunlight.”
Just as Red was debating whether to go tidy the blankets some more, voices of his good brothers drifted up from downstairs.
“Red! Are you coming to Succubus Street or not?”
“You three can’t go anywhere except Succubus Street?!”
Red, seeing Mason—who had now completely blended in with Tos and the others—couldn’t hold back and punched the window ledge.
“And you with the blue hair! You’ve only followed him for a day and you’re already corrupted?! Where’s your conscience? Your dignity?!”
“Eaten by the little succubus’ black stockings.”
Mason pushed up his glasses, answering truthfully.
At this, Tos and the other two began to sweat bullets.
Just then, Red emerged from his stupor—he’d just become a High Monk, how could he give up his character and dignity over such a minor temptation?!
“Sorry, I’m not going.”
“But Red, I heard there’s a new employee at the massage parlor from yesterday, said to be a princess from the imperial capital coming to experience the commoners’ life.”
What kind of princess comes to ‘experience’ life in a place like that?!
This country is probably hopeless.
Red had so much he wanted to complain about, but after being Purified by Litt’s aura, he really didn’t have any worldly desires left.
For the record, Red didn’t lose control.
He truly couldn’t get aroused by Litt.
Too Saint, too pure.
Just by smelling the blankets while tidying them up, the fire in his heart was instantly extinguished, leaving nothing behind.
He couldn’t even muster up such thoughts.
Honestly, he was starting to feel like being attracted to Letia wasn’t that hard to accept anymore.
“What’s wrong with Red?”
“Maybe he’s burned out, just take an Energy Potion and he’ll be fine.”
“What if it’s because of Litt…”
Before Mason could finish, Tos transformed into a devil, putting his hand on Mason’s shoulder.
“Hold on, my dear Mason, my good brother…”
Tos’s expression twisted, cracking his knuckles menacingly.
“Think it through before you say anything else.”
Mason looked away; even though he’d already reached the thirtieth level of the underground dungeon, he really didn’t dare meet Tos’ demonic gaze.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Good then…”
At this moment, Tos’s expression was the embodiment of that saying:
Jealousy warps the face.
But Brian was a little confused.
“But Tos, with your conditions, it shouldn’t be that hard to find a girlfriend, right?”
To this, Tos wore a solemn expression and sighed.
“If it was just about finding a girlfriend, it’s not that hard… But having once dwelled in darkness, now that I’ve seen a true angel, how could I ever be interested in those mundane, painted faces?”
In the end, Tos clutched his chest in pain, but Mason couldn’t help but say,
“If it really doesn’t work out, you can always rent a succubus. They can play any role, really, they’re all about the same… Oh, but you don’t really have any money.”
Brian quickly followed up with another jab.
“If it’s someone like Litt, it might be a bit tough for you, Tos.”
No one knew when Red had come down the stairs, but standing at the center of the group, he delivered the final blow.
“Maybe you just want someone who can connect with you not only physically, but also emotionally.”
“You… you bunch… C.S…”
But thankfully, with Tos’s thick skin, how could such a blow possibly hurt him?
Not even three seconds passed before he leaped to his feet, smoothed his bangs, and put on an act for the three at his side.
“Heh~ Just watch me next, and see how I win over that princess from the imperial capital. Watch and learn.”
Clearly, Tos was full of confidence in himself, and even strutted off towards Succubus Street.
A dense, silent air of ‘compassion for the mentally challenged’ hung behind him.
Finally, Red rubbed his temples.
What else could he do?
“Let’s go.”
Brian crossed his arms and followed.
Red agreed resignedly.
The two exchanged a helpless look that said, ‘Let’s just treat this as watching a monkey show’, and in the end, still followed behind their brother radiating the aura of ‘I am a love saint’.
Someone had to be there to clean up the corpse when he suffered a social death, right?
As for Mason, he thoughtfully stroked his chin.
A princess experiencing life in a massage parlor…
Why did that seem off somehow?
The four from Nightbright Town arrived at the Mimeng Club, the massage parlor from yesterday, and suddenly discovered something very strange.
For some reason… today, every single customer was lying on the floor, clutching their waist, looking like life was worse than death.
By the side of a corridor, there even hung a challenge sign.
Red slowly read out the words written on it:
“Limited Time Event: Princess from the Imperial Capital’s Back-Walking Service! Anyone who completes the challenge gets a free session and a Platinum Succubus Card.”
Lining the corridor were countless failed challengers.
Some of them were even people Tos knew, and upon seeing Tos, they struggled to reach out and grab the hem of his pants, as if trying to stop him.
“Don’t go… in there… is hell…”
“AAAAAAAH!!”
Before they could finish, a piercing scream echoed from the depths of the corridor, accompanied by a cracking sound, like bones snapping.
Just listening was enough to make one’s hair stand on end.
Before long, a Lizardman foaming at the mouth was carried out.
In that brief silence, the crowd seemed to hear a very happy voice coming from the depths of the corridor.
“Hehe! So fun!”
Mason, upon hearing this, confirmed his suspicions.
He quietly sidled up to the little succubus at the corridor and asked in a low voice, “The one inside… is it a blue-haired, big-chested knight?”
“Yes!”
The little succubus replied with a professional smile, “Yesterday, a customer used a lollipop to lure her—cough, I mean, invited her to work here.”
Did the little succubus just reveal something really explosive?
No, there’s no ‘seems’ about it!
That black priest really did lure his own sister into working here, right?!
No wonder she didn’t come home yesterday.
Mason clutched his head in agony.
Was he angry?
Not really, because if Monica really didn’t want to, she probably wouldn’t have done this.
And… judging by the laughter inside, she seemed to be enjoying herself.
Comfort from Zhongdeng.
“But sir, you haven’t been inside yet. How do you know what the person looks like?”
Faced with the little succubus’s curious question, Mason sighed and said, “The person inside is my sister.”
Though he said it quietly, Red heard it perfectly.
After a brief silence, Red looked out at the world.
The sun was bright, birds chirped, princes were buying, princesses were selling.
…This empire is truly beyond saving.
But just as Red was lost in emotion, Tos grabbed the Lizardman’s hand and, after a silent, teary brotherly moment, asked quietly,
“…How does the princess look inside?”
“H-h-huge…”
“Got it, you can rest easy now.”
Tos pushed the unfinished Lizardman out of the Mimeng Club and spoke to the attendant at the corridor.
“As brothers, we must charge forward bravely! We cannot fear such a little challenge! Since someone must make a sacrifice among us… Come! Swipe my card! Sign!”
Tos took a deep breath, like a martyr going to his doom, and signed his name with trembling hands on the Disclaimer.
In the eyes of the onlookers, his back seemed to grow tall and tragic all at once.
Brian and Mason watched Tos’s display of ‘the winds blow cold at Yishui River, the hero leaves never to return’, and, recalling his moving declaration, couldn’t help but get a little misty-eyed.
Only the little succubus attendant smiled as she tapped the card on the machine.
Beep~
A crisp notification rang out.
Then the attendant’s sweet but utterly unmoved voice sounded out:
“Next challenger: Red, please prepare.”
After a brief silence, Red picked up the Disclaimer from the counter—
Only to find that the name signed on it was not Tos’s, but his own…
“Tos! You… I… Your… Ancestors!!”
“Red, I never said the sacrifice had to be me, did I?!”
Once again,
Jealousy warps the face.
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