The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Hmm... Senior, do we really have to be so direct?"

Shanbai hesitated in front of the magnificent gate of the Church of Abundance.

People were coming and going in front of the church, believers were praying in low voices, and nuns were walking hurriedly with scriptures in their hands.

"Hey, why do you care so much?"

Theresa grabbed her wrist without looking back and strode forward.

Her white hair fluttered in the wind, and her golden eyes flashed with something almost malicious.

"The sooner this matter is resolved, the better. Do you think I will stay here forever?"

Shanbai's breathing paused slightly.

Yes, how could a person like the senior be bound by a church, an identity, or even a companion?

The two walked through the bustling streets, passing bakeries with the aroma of bread, stalls filled with fresh herbs, and merchants shouting about the latest fabrics.

Until they reached the back wall of the church.

The towering white stone walls are covered with emerald green vines, which glow softly in the sunlight.

"If I remember correctly, the bishop should be here often. Let's just go in and find him."

Theresa looked up at the wall, her fingers gently stroking her chin.

"what?"

Shanbai subconsciously took a half step back. She looked around, afraid that someone would discover their suspicious behavior.

Looking at Theresa's expression, she seemed serious.

"Senior, this is not quite..."

Before she could finish her words, she saw tentacles shooting out.

"I don't want to attract attention. The guild receptionist already knows I'm back."

Before he finished speaking, the tentacles had already flexibly wrapped around the top of the wall.

Theresa gave a light leap and soared into the air.

Before Shanbai could react, tentacles wrapped around her waist and pulled her up.

"Wait!"

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made her subconsciously close her eyes, but the expected pain did not come, instead she was replaced by a wonderful feeling of floating.

"Perfect landing."

When Shanbai opened his eyes, he found himself standing safely on the grass in the church's back garden.

"Senior...what kind of creature is this tentacle? It looks so well behaved."

Shanbai carefully poked at the black substance still wrapped around her waist.

"The less you know about this kind of thing, the better it is for you."

There seemed to be no one in the back garden, which allowed Theresa and the others to stroll out freely.

The air is filled with the fragrance of herbs and flowers, and the occasional gurgling of a fountain can be heard.

"Let me think, where is that old man?"

Theresa's eyes swept across every corner of the garden, finally stopping at a corner shaded by a tall oak tree.

Relying on her memory, she finally found the familiar place.

The flower beds there were obviously more lush than those elsewhere, and all kinds of rare herbs swayed gently in the breeze.

Sure enough, old Benevus, the Bishop of Plenty, was there taking care of the flowers and plants.

"Old man."

Theresa's voice was like a gust of wind, gently sweeping through the garden.

Benevus heard the sound behind him, put down the kettle in his hand, turned around and saw the two of them.

"I thought I would never see you again."

His voice was still as gentle as when they first met.

Theresa tilted her head, a smile on her lips.

"Perhaps not being able to see me is a good thing for you."

Theresa shrugged, the flames on her body flickering.

Benives frowned, he knew the fire very well.

Ever since the Theresa incident, the frequency of crazy fire seems to be increasing.

The Church and the Guild did reunite, but the results after each battle were less than satisfactory.

Although the church and the guild have reconciled and can jointly resist, the personnel of the two parties are completely different in profession.

The enemy's flames always rush first towards the healer in white robes.

It's like an unfair game, and they are always the target of concentrated fire.

Every time after the cheers of victory in the war between the crazy fires, the one who is hurt the most is the church.

He would feel tired from time to time, not physically, but from the depths of his soul.

After so many years, he began to waver in his faith for the first time.

"Come in and have a cup of tea," said Beneves at last.

"No need. I'm just here to take a look. I might be gone in a few days."

Theresa waved her hand and pushed Shanbai in front of her, her movements light but irresistible.

"Shall we go see this one?"

The garden fell into a brief silence, and the bishop's gaze slowly fell on Shanbai.

Shanbai unconsciously clenched the corner of her clothes. She could feel the weight in the old man's gaze.

Benevus was silent for a moment, then he sighed.

When he spoke again, there was a calmness in his voice that was almost compassionate.

"Since its founding, the Saint of our church has always been targeted."

The old man's fingers unconsciously stroked the holy emblem on his chest. The sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the back of his hand.

"To prevent this, even if we don't nominate a true Saint of Fertility, misfortune will still befall us."

"Hiss...it seems so."

Theresa suddenly narrowed her eyes and lightly tapped her chin with her fingertips.

This sudden agreement left Shanbai completely confused. She blinked, her confused eyes shifting back and forth between the two of them.

"So what is the Bishop's view on the future?"

Theresa tilted her head like a curious cat, but the glint in her eyes was sharp.

"Compared to when we first met, your temperament has changed a lot."

As he spoke, Benevus looked past the church spire and towards the sky beyond.

There were a few dark clouds gathering, casting ominous shadows on the blue sky.

"Our current situation is a negative number. No matter how we develop the future, the minus sign in front of it will not disappear."

Compared to other churches, their Fertility Church has always been relatively plain, like an ear of wheat growing randomly in the field.

"Perhaps we can try to follow the order of the Goddess of Plenty and make a right out of a wrong. Perhaps we can break this bad luck in the future."

"interesting."

Theresa drew out her tone, turned around and grabbed Shanbai, who was still in a daze.

"Oh, I see. Let's go, Little Baizi."

Before she finished speaking, she tapped Shanbai's forehead.

"Hey?"

She was still in a daze when Theresa grabbed her wrist and started running.

The two of them left the same way they entered.

Theresa led Shanbai through the paths in the church's back garden with ease.

Because wherever she went, she deliberately left a spot of light.

In a blink of an eye, they were back at the high wall covered with vines.

"Senior! Wait! Where are we going?"

Theresa, however, acted as if nothing had happened, even having the leisure to reach out and catch a falling leaf.

"The church is ready to give up and accept its so-called fate."

She was playing with the leaves in her hand nonchalantly, and the action was so casual that Shanbai didn't realize the seriousness of the words for a moment.

"What's the meaning?"

She was listening carefully to their conversation.

But she was not a true saint and could not understand what they meant.

Theresa looked back at her, she sighed and scratched her head.

"Ah, that's too complicated to explain. All you need to know is that before a flower withers, it produces seeds, and those seeds germinate and grow. This process is called rebirth."

She tilted her head in thought and adjusted the beret on her head.

"The church is now ravaged by all sorts of pests. If things continue like this, perhaps even no seeds will be produced. So the bishop is saying there will definitely be a great disaster in the future."

Shanbai suddenly understood where the fatigue in the old bishop's eyes came from.

It was the despair of a guardian watching the thing he was protecting slowly dying, but being unable to do anything.

"So he's also protecting me in disguise?"

Shanbai looked at his hands, then clenched his fists, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

"Why should we let others bully us? If the crazy fire comes, why don't we just fight it back?"

"Aiya, Xiao Baizi. Who said you're going to be slaughtered? It's just that the price of resistance this time is very high. The Church of Plenty is ready to fight to the death."

Theresa stroked Shanbai's cheek, which was a little hot from excitement.

"This place has something for me to protect. Until then, just do your job, okay?"