The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Anyway, it's not a good thing. It's best not to go out for the time being. With all this commotion, the guild's business will be bad."

After listening to Ruijin's explanation, Theresa finally understood why Miss Qiao Mary was so depressed.

No one comes to the guild, and no one takes commissions, so naturally there is no business to make.

"Let's eat first. Little Tracy, it's better not to go on any missions these days. Just stay here."

The three of them finished their meal, chatting and laughing. To be more precise, it was just two of them. She could only listen to their stories. When they told funny stories, they would complain that Theresa didn't even laugh.

Ha ha ha.

She wanted to laugh, but the story you told wasn't funny at all! Besides, she couldn't laugh.

After returning to the room, Theresa gently picked up the exquisite little box. Its appearance was gorgeously decorated, and it was obvious that a lot of thought had been put into its design.

She slowly opened the lid of the box with full of curiosity and anticipation.

What caught my eye was not the expected dessert, but a set of neatly arranged brushes, various paints, and several brand new sketchbooks.

Obviously, these were art supplies that Xiang Mingri specially selected for her.

Theresa gently closed the lid of the box and set it aside.

Well, your sister is indeed a master painter.

But she knew that her level was far from reaching that level, and her paintings were at best just some simple doodles, or even a mess.

At least for now, she didn't want to put too much energy into painting, so she just covered herself with the quilt and went to sleep.

Theresa didn't know how long she had slept before she was suddenly awakened by a loud noise. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and muttered in dissatisfaction, wondering who was making such a noise at this time.

She dragged her tired body to the window, pushed it open, and a scorching heat wave rushed towards her. It was different from ordinary warmth, it clearly contained the breath of angry fire.

In the dead of night, someone was throwing a tantrum and disturbing people's sleep.

Theresa was stunned for a moment, slapped her cheek, and looked out. She saw a ball of blazing fire at the end of the street. It looked very much like the fire man at that time.

"Stop it!"

Theresa's eyes followed the flaming sword that streaked across the night sky. She saw it rushing away like a meteor and finally hitting the fleeing flame man accurately.

The flames on the sword intertwined with the flame man's flames, bursting into a dazzling light and knocking him to the ground.

Is that Akjan?

"Move! I've successfully suppressed his fire! We can't let him explode here!"

Akzan shouted the order, and the surrounding knights responded immediately, quickly forming a circle around the flame man.

His sword pierced Chihuo's heart, and the sacred fire on the tip of the sword played a purifying role, effectively preventing the fire man from rekindling.

"Oh? Do you understand why you're covering your face in shame now? You shouldn't be that stupid. You wouldn't be so stupid as to show up here alone. What's your purpose?"

Akzan exhaled a puff of white smoke and grasped the sword stuck in his chest.

The Chihuo member's laughter was low and strange, and despite the large crowd around him, his gaze was still as cold as ice.

"Hehehe, there are indeed quite a few of you, but my goal has been achieved, so it's time to leave."

The flames on his body began to slowly die out. The sacred flame did have a suppressive effect.

"It's just that I want to taste it before I leave."

Theresa glanced through the window and saw that the man was covering his face with his hand, holding a bright red mysterious ball tightly in his palm. Akjan didn't seem to notice it from this angle.

She quickly recalled the scene in the mining area where the scarred man gained a huge increase in strength after swallowing a similar object.

If the person actually swallowed the pellet, would it cause an explosion that would destroy the entire street?

Without time to hesitate, Theresa decisively climbed over the window and ran quickly along the eaves. Just when the man was about to bite off the red ball, she jumped off the roof, and the bracelet on her wrist turned into a magic wand and threw it over fiercely.

"Little mute girl?"

Akzan looked at Theresa who suddenly appeared in surprise. His eyes became alert in an instant, and he almost drew the sword from his chest and swept it across.

Theresa stood there steadily, watching the small red ball being knocked away by her, finally falling to the ground and stopping rolling.

She breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the matter had been resolved.

But Akjan didn't praise her properly. He quickly retracted his sword and slashed at the flame man's neck cleanly and neatly.

He then waved his hand to signal the knights around him to maintain order, and then turned to Theresa and asked sharply, "What are you doing out here?"

What am I here for? To save you, of course!

Theresa raised her head and stared at Akzhan with her two golden eyes.

"Are you waiting for me to praise you? Do you think you are so brave? I almost hurt you because of your reckless behavior! Look carefully at what is under your feet? Do you think we would be so careless?" Akzhan's words were full of blame.

Theresa looked down at the red ball at her feet. It certainly looked different, so she must have made a mistake.

"It's just a cherry, kid," Akzan said, gently crushing the cherry with his foot to make sure it was harmless.

Seeing Theresa's dejected look, his tone softened. He reached out and stroked her hair, saying gently, "Go back and rest. Don't wander around these days. I've been busy dealing with these people."

"Oh." Theresa responded and turned away silently, but her unique long white hair and golden eyes left a deep impression on the crowd and attracted the attention of the knights.

Akjan noticed the looks, but he decided not to pursue them.

"Okay, stop paying attention to her. She means well. We need to prepare to clean up the scene."

He instructed the knights, "Chihuo's presence alone must indicate a conspiracy. They wouldn't show up for no reason, and certainly not so easily. Since someone was able to infiltrate, there are likely more accomplices. We must strengthen the surrounding defenses. You should also make arrangements within the church. You can't leave it all to me alone, right?"

After Akzan made all the arrangements, he whipped the corpse with his sword again, and after making sure there was no problem, he put the sword back into the scabbard.

The charred skin still felt uncomfortable, and the scent of the flames was strikingly similar to Akjan's flames, yet completely different.

The flame that Akjan wields comes from the power of Avilis, the goddess of fire, and has the ability to purify all evil.

The flame on Chihuo's body also contains a mysterious power, which seems to be inextricably linked to it, but with a kind of distortion and mutation.

This difference made him wonder every time what was the reason that made these two flames so similar and yet so different.

Akzan lit another cigarette and disappeared into the moonlight.

If nothing unexpected happens, things will become uneasy recently.