Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint.

Chapter 34 The Saintess Questions Life

"This is not my fishing rod; someone gave it to me."

Jack's expression became extremely tense.

"Whose is it?" Marina clenched her fist, and a flame slowly appeared on her fist.

Heretics are not only the enemy of the Holy See, but also the enemy of all sorcerers. Even though Marina had never faced heretics, she knew of their danger from others.

To put it more simply, isn't Lake Bea possibly the work of infidels?
Jack sensed Marina's anger and spoke much faster: "Emma gave it to me. She said it was her fishing rod. After her youngest son was killed by the white monster, she gave it to me, saying that her family would never go fishing again."

Celia had already confirmed that Jack was not a heretic, so she wasn't surprised to hear this. She simply asked curiously, "Did you take it and use it?"

Jack immediately shook his head: "I have my own fishing rod, why should I use someone else's? Besides, what if it's his youngest son's fishing rod? It would be so inappropriate to use it."

"Then why didn't you throw it away?" Marina asked.

"I can't just throw away a fishing rod that someone kindly gave me."

Marina looked at Celia and said, "There's something wrong with this fishing rod. Maybe it was used by Emma's youngest son. After he was killed, the pollution carried by the white monster Hai Si transferred to his fishing rod."

“Is that so?” Jack paused for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief. “That scared me to death. I thought Emma was a heretic.”

Marina gave Celia a wink, and the two made an excuse to leave Jack's house and go outside.

Marina simply said, "Let's go find Uncle Emma," and then led the way in silence toward Emma's house.

Clearly, what she just said was only for Jack's ears, and not to exonerate Emma.

Celia didn't say anything, but followed Marina to Emma's house and knocked on Emma's door.

Emma was still awake when she heard light coming from inside. Opening the door, Emma, wearing a coat, looked at the two women with a puzzled expression: "Marina? And you, Mage? Is there something you need?"

“Miss Celia heard that your son died because of the white monster, so she came to offer her condolences and find out more,” Marina said.

"Please come in quickly."

The two followed Emma into the house, which was a little larger than Jack's and had a fireplace. The light they saw outside was coming from the fireplace, and the fire in the fireplace was burning very brightly.

There was another person in the house, Emma's wife, who was washing dishes wrapped in a coat. Hearing the sound, she turned around and said happily, "Welcome, Miss Marina, and Master Sorcerer."

"Hello," Celia greeted politely, then frowned slightly and sniffed.

"The pollution here is so bad..."

If the pollution at Jack's house was like smoke from a wisp of fire, then this place is like the thick smoke from a fire scene.

Strangely, it was completely imperceptible from the outside—when she first arrived, Celia specifically sensed it and noticed a faint trace of contamination, though it wasn't very clear.

Who knew it would be so thick when she came in? So thick that Celia had the urge to burn the whole house down.

The instant she entered the room, Celia identified at least three evil objects.

The only uncertainty was whether Emma and his wife were actually heretics.

Similar, but not similar.

Are they heretics or not?

Celia was somewhat bewildered by the results she had perceived.

Ross couldn't help but laugh: "If we had the ability to know someone's background at a glance, the Holy Court wouldn't have fallen to this state."

If there are ways to identify pollution, there are naturally ways to counteract that identification.

Celia had never encountered this before, but she has now.

Logically, with so much pollutant in the house, the homeowner must be a heretic, but the information transmitted by my senses doesn't prove he's a heretic; it's as if he's just an ordinary villager...

Celia relinquished her senses.

Emma led the two to a seat and asked, "What would you like to know? I'm sorry... the rest of the child's remains have been cremated and buried on the hill behind the house."

Marina had no perception of the divine word; she only felt that Emma's house was a little cold.

"Why is your house so cold?" she couldn't help but ask.

“Maybe it’s because my house is next to the river, and the cold air keeps blowing into the house.” Emma smiled and looked at the fireplace: “So I had someone order a fireplace, and it’s only a little warmer if it’s always burning.”

Marina looked at Celia, "Miss Celia?"

Celia snapped out of her reverie and asked, "Did your child leave any belongings?"

"Have."

Emma got up, searched for a moment, and found a box.

"The box is full of his belongings. Sigh, my child, he was all set to go to school and get ready to go on adventures with his brother, who knew..."

Emma's grief was genuine, especially after she opened the box, her expression became even more somber.

Besides Emma's youngest son's clothes, there was also a bracelet in the box.

"This bracelet was given to him by his brother, but we don't have that kind of thing here, so we can't contact his brother. We can only go to Xuesheng Town."

The traces of contamination emanating from the bracelet, transmitted to Celia's senses upon activation, caused her to clench her fists, wishing she could smash the bracelet to pieces.

Her voice was strained, almost clenched: "Mr. Emma, what's your child's name?"

“My eldest son is named Eric, and my youngest son is named Duke,” Emma sighed.

"Does Duke like to go fishing at Lake Bea?" Celia asked.

Emma nodded: "He loved swimming and catching fish since he was little. Later, I asked Jack to help look after him and take him fishing, and he started to love fishing."

Celia nodded and said seriously, "I have something to tell you now, which you may not be able to accept, but it is related to the death of your child."

Emma realized something and quickly said, "Please speak."

“Your youngest son, Duke, is a heretic…”

"What?" Emma jumped to her feet, exclaiming excitedly, "Impossible! How could my child be a heretic? What proof do you have?"

A sliver of ice appeared in Celia's hand. "Mr. Emma, please calm down."

The icy temperature quickly cooled Emma's emotions: "I'm sorry, Master, what evidence do you have? My son has never done anything strange, he can't be a heretic, you may have mistaken me for someone else."

"The evidence is his belongings, this bracelet. Have you touched it?"

Emma nodded. "I touched it, but it was so cold that it hurt my hands, so I put it away."

"This is because the bracelet is contaminated by heresy. Only when heretics wear it for a long time can these magical artifacts be contaminated."

"This……"

"The fishing rod you gave Jack, is it Duke's?"

"Yes."

"That area also has severe pollution."

"..."

"Are all your child's belongings cold to the touch? That's the feel of contaminants."

"..."

"Your house is so cold, not because of moisture, but because of too many pollutants. Look, it's so warm outside."

"..."