The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Theresa pushed open the guild's door and looked around, noticing that the guild was unusually quiet for the morning.

I had thought that the members would be sitting together enjoying breakfast... lunch and chatting, but there were only a few people around.

It just saved her the trouble of greeting everyone one by one.

Theresa put down her luggage and decided to go to the front desk to say hello and let her know she was back.

At this time, Qiao Mary was lying alone on the table at the front desk, looking very haggard.

"Boom boom boom!"

Upon hearing the noise, Qiao Mary immediately adjusted herself, put on a professional smile, and approached with a warm and professional tone, saying, "Welcome! Do you need a meal, some business, or a place to stay? We have everything you need."

But she looked around and still didn't see anyone.

This familiar feeling...

Jomari leaned forward and saw Theresa.

"Long time no see? Tracy, you said you'd be hospitalized for a few days, but it's been ages now. How's your condition?"

Theresa shook her head, indicating that it had not been cured at all.

"I see. If that doesn't work, I suggest you go to the church. I've kept your room key safe, and I'm sure no one has been in there before."

After Theresa took the key, she carried her suitcase and went to the innermost room on the second floor.

After opening the door, there was no smell of the sachet that Theresa had placed there before she left, but a musty smell.

Hmm, it smells bad.

It must have rained here for several days in a row, otherwise it wouldn't be so moldy.

Theresa frowned, looking at the mess in the room.

I originally thought I would only be away for a few days, but I didn't expect it to take so long to come back.

The things in the room gave off a bad smell due to the dampness, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Let’s do some cleaning first.

Theresa put down her suitcase and began to clean the room.

Open the windows to ventilate and let fresh air into the room, and also hope to dispel some musty smells. Take the blankets and sheets off the bed and hang them on the rack outside the window to dry.

After some effort, the room finally became much neater and cleaner. Although there was still some residual musty smell in the room, it was much better than before.

Take a bath.

Theresa muttered as she began to take off her clothes, each piece of clothing being hung neatly on the hanger beside her.

Hmm…let’s use the rain shower today.

As hot water gushed out of the shower head and sprinkled on her fair skin, she did not forget to pick up the shower head and rinse the walls and floor of the bathroom to keep it clean and tidy.

After a quick shower, I changed into my newly bought clothes, took out a brand new sheet from the suitcase, unfolded it and spread it on the bed.

She had bought this sheet in Hiyori City, and when she saw it, she imagined how comfortable it would be to lie on it.

Phew~ It feels really comfortable.

Black Hand? Is Black Hand there? Please respond to me.

In the past, when they took a bath, they always divided the work. Black Hand would help her dry her body, while she would carefully arrange her hair.

But the black hand seemed unable to come out, and I felt a sense of loss for some reason.

Weird, weird.

The last time I couldn’t summon Blackhand was the last time.

It’s not that it didn’t eat enough. At least the food it ate at the mining area was enough to keep it well-fed.

Theresa simply closed her eyes and pondered the question. She only knew one clue: if she overused the arcane arts of light, Black Hand's body would collapse.

Then she was baptized by the light ball, and now she doesn't feel any lag when using anything.

This may be the key to the problem. Originally, Black Hand could limit the output of arcane magic to spare some energy to stretch out. Now that its ability has become stronger, it naturally needs to imprint more of this power in its body to prevent sudden death.

Simply put, the balance between the two has begun to change subtly.

Initially, when Theresa had just left the village, the power between her and the Black Hand was balanced. Her own strength plus the power of the amulet was equal to the ability of the Black Hand that had eaten the left brain, forming a harmonious state of cooperation.

As she devoured the Goddess Amulet, her power surpassed its original level and reached a new height.

Then, she absorbed the energy of the light ball, further increasing her strength.

The current balance of power may have become three for her and two for Black Hand. This imbalance caused Black Hand to be unable to get out in order to protect his body.

Woo woo woo... My black hand, you died so miserably!

Your good master will surely help you find living things to eat so that you can regain your strength and vitality.

Ahem...Oh no, I almost forgot, this guy is not a good guy, he is a very dangerous existence.

If the light is greater than the darkness, the body will dissipate, and if the darkness is greater than the light, one will lose their sanity and become crazy.

This balance is really a headache.

This question was too complicated, making Theresa feel tired. She couldn't help but want to take a nap, but she fell into a deep sleep without realizing it and didn't wake up until night fell.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and realized that she had slept too long and her mind was still a little fuzzy.

She got up and saw that the alarm clock had stopped at a specific time, obviously the battery was exhausted. Then she remembered that this was no longer Hiyori City, and no one would care whether she got up on time or not.

Suddenly I feel a little uncomfortable and miss the lively scene.

Isn't it? The guild at night is always lively.

Theresa walked down the stairs with a cheerful mood, looking forward to the usual hustle and bustle and energy of the guild at night.

But when she got downstairs, she found the atmosphere was very different from what she expected.

There were only half the usual number of people in the guild hall. The lively conversations and laughter were gone. Only a few members were left sitting around, some drinking alone, some looking down and playing with the cups in their hands. The lively scene of the past was completely gone.

"Hey, isn't this little Tracy? Come over and join us!"

Balin spotted Theresa walking up the stairs from a distance and warmly waved to her to sit down. Regin happened to be nearby, and both of them gave her a friendly look.

"Long time no see, little Tracy. Are you back today? I heard that you went to Hiyori City. It seems that the trip has made you more elegant. Even your hair shines with a different luster. Waiter! Please add another set of tableware." Ruijin shouted.

Since they were all old friends, she happily accepted the invitation.

Balin drank the wine in his glass and asked curiously, "Has there been fewer people in the guild recently?"

Ruijin nodded in agreement, explaining, "That's true. I remember it being the busiest time of year. We were intercepted by the Knights on our way back, and I later inquired about it. It seems something had happened recently that caused things to change."

This was exactly what Theresa wanted to hear, because there were indeed fewer people in the street guild.

Seeing that both of them were focused on Ruijin, he continued, "I heard that people have been missing every day this month, and it has alarmed the knights in the church. Seeing this situation, everyone is afraid to go out. I guess this is why there are so few people recently."