The Villain Saint is my secondary account

However, aside from Ye Xiao, other followers of Ella can also use contract magic to a certain extent. However, the degree to which they can use it is related to their follower level, which can be seen and adjusted in the system's follower panel.

Ye Xiao thought for a moment, and realized that he could teach the players of the Seven Stars Society and the believers of the Loren Sanctuary how to summon tentacles. For example, Isaac, the Raven Commander under Ella, could use Ella's divine magic. Others should be able to use it to some extent after learning it.

……

Ye Xiao and Decali chatted idly in the lower deck while recovering from their injuries, and a day passed in the blink of an eye.

Early the next morning, the church's fleet spotted a vast island on the far horizon.

Around the island, countless ships of all sizes seemed like pilgrims, converging on the calm sea from all directions.

Freeport, also known as the City of Seven Seas, is the most important transportation hub in the southern seas and a crucial meeting point for ships from all countries and ethnic groups.

It includes not only the humans who mainly live on the continent of Meya above the Magala Sea to the northeast, but also the beastmen of the wild continent of Azur Sea to the south, also known as the Southern Continent, and the elves of Atlantis on the Pasifi Sea to the west.

Therefore, the human population here is far smaller than that of the various human nations on the Asia-Pacific continent, and thus it is not subject to the laws of any country or race, making it a paradise for countless pirates.

But this does not mean that it is a chaotic city without order. This neutral city-state also has its own ruler, a dwarf chieftain with twelve iron fleets at sea, Torred the Sea Shark.

The existence of this dwarven lord was crucial to Freeport's true independence from being completely annexed by any one country. Besides its own powerful naval forces and Freeport's easily defensible terrain, which allowed it to both trade and serve as a fortress, the support of other dwarven factions known for their protectiveness was also a key factor.

Even so, upon receiving the news, Torred, who was enjoying a romantic evening with his female companion in the castle, jumped out of bed with cold sweat dripping from his forehead in the face of the Holy Temple's large fleet consisting of five warships and several escort ships.

First there were rumors that Edward claimed he would publicly execute Prince Aslan in his free port, and now a Holy Fleet has arrived. Even this seasoned lord of the great city could not withstand such a shock.

Chapter Six: The City of Seven Seas

Outside the island, the Holy Church's mighty fleet headed straight for the coastline outside the port, acting with absolute dominance. Along the way, ships from other countries avoided them as if they had seen a ghost.

As they approached a crescent-shaped pass near the dock, the sentries on the island sounded their horns and raised red flags. A small boat bearing the name Freeport No. 7 drifted out of the harbor and headed toward the Holy Church fleet.

The ship was naturally carrying envoys from the Free Port City-State. The latter spoke cautiously with the priests of the Holy Temple to ascertain their purpose before hurriedly sailing back to inform the sentries.

At the top of the city wall on the island's border, Lord Torred, who had a large, yellowish-brown beard, also arrived. After listening to the report from his messenger, he looked conflicted.

"Tracing the heretics who have lurked here... that's a rather... ridiculous reason..."

No wonder Torred had a headache. In the past, when the Holy Church expanded its territory during wartime, the method they used to attack other countries was to send an army to the other country's border to request military passage, on the grounds that "I have discovered heretics lurking here, and I am investigating them in the name of the Holy Light."

If he is allowed to enter, he will discover that there are heretics in the upper echelons of the country, and then the army will march straight into the capital to "suppress the heretics";

If they don't let him in, then the country is harboring heretics, which means that the upper class has been corrupted by heretics. Then the army will march straight into the capital to "purge the heretics who are being harbored".

Although the church has become much more restrained in recent decades during this peaceful era, even Torred was startled when he suddenly heard this reason and saw such a large fleet sailing to his doorstep.

After much deliberation, he decided to let them go.

"Let them in. The sails should be the Boromeo family flag. We haven't heard any rumors of war lately, so they shouldn't be that unlucky."

These are turbulent times. If a real battle breaks out, the combined fighting strength of the island will definitely be greater than that of just one Holy Temple fleet, but Torred dares not risk clashing with the enemy just for this reason.

As his orders were relayed, the sentry post was switched to green, and the Holy Spirit fleet, flying the Rising Sun flag, poured into the harbor.

The ship docked, and the spacious sampans connected to the pier. Theresa met Torred, who had come to greet her personally, surrounded by a group of Templar Knights.

The hospitable city lord couldn't wait to invite the priests of the Holy Temple to Freehold to discuss the scope of the investigation into heresy.

"Welcome to the adults of the Boromeo family. You must be tired from your long journey across the ocean. I have already sent my men to arrange your food and lodging."

Torred and Theresa walked side by side toward the prepared carriage. The dwarf's sturdy figure walked beside the tall, graceful girl, the contrast between their heights creating a rather comical sight.

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

Theresa replied casually, with a cold and aloof expression, as if she were addressing a subordinate.

To her, these local tyrants from the small island city-states were nothing more than lowly pirates. If she hadn't come to find the Dark Shepherds who might have escaped here, she wouldn't have even bothered to talk to them.

Torred was met with a cold shoulder, and although he was annoyed, he could only curse inwardly while maintaining his respectful demeanor.

Knights in silver armor led the way on both sides, while the guards of Freeport Island walked alongside like lackeys. However, the merchants and pedestrians on the road were even more resentful, most of whom were orcs dressed in burlap. Seeing this group of well-dressed humans swaggering over and domineeringly pushing them away, they could only mutter their bad luck and scatter in all directions.

"A sanctuary, how wondrous."

In a small house by the street, a figure wrapped in a raincoat, covering most of his face, looked down at the passing procession and scoffed disdainfully.

“These are the people of the Holy Light, the darlings of the God of Light.”

From a dark corner, another voice, slightly sarcastic, came from.

"hehe."

A cold laugh rang out, "They've been arrogant for too long; they may have forgotten that not every corner of this world belongs to the Holy Temple."

"What, you want to have some fun with them too?"

"No rush. Freeport is not a garden for saints to run wild. If we make such a big fuss, they'll suffer the consequences."

……

As Theresa led her fleet of Templar Knights from the Borromeo family to the harbor, Ye Xiao and Decali, who were lying in the hold, exchanged a glance and began to set off.

They bypassed the guards who pretended not to see them and made their way to the room where Agnes was being held captive.

The two Templar Knights at the door saw the visitors, but because they had Theresa's orders, they did not stop them and let them walk to the door.

"By the way, was it really necessary to bring Lady Agnes along?"

Before knocking, Decari asked from the side, "Actually, being confined here, Lady Agnes might not be able to escape on her own, would she?"

"That's what I actually wanted to ask you too."

Ye Xiao raised an eyebrow. "How did she escape from the Holy City when she was originally imprisoned there?"

Dekari scratched his cheek rather awkwardly. "I helped out that time..."

"Good heavens, then I can only say that you deserved that iron whip."

Ye Xiao's lips twitched.

"But if no one helps us, I think maybe we don't need to deliberately interfere?"

Dekari added.

"Look at you, I didn't know this guy's methods..."

Before Ye Xiao could finish speaking, a furious shout suddenly came from inside, "You two at the door, I'm warning you one more time, I've memorized your faces! If you don't let me out, you'll be in big trouble when we get back to the Holy City!!! My father can't do anything to me, but you two, I promise you, I'll make you wish you were dead when we get back!!!"

Ye Xiao and Deka exchanged bewildered glances. "How did she know we were here?"

"I don't think she was referring to us."

Decali looked at the two knights on duty guarding the goal.

Cold sweat beaded on the foreheads of the two Templars, and they looked at Decali and Ye Xiao with a pleading look in their eyes, "Gentlemen...why don't you take her away?"

Ye Xiao shrugged, while Dekari sighed, "Alright."

After saying that, he knocked on the door.

"Which idiot is knocking on the door??? I'm locked inside, do you expect me to open it for you?!"

"I regret it,"

Ye Xiao said, "I feel uncomfortable whenever I hear her voice. I'll leave everything to you to watch over, Brother Decari."

Decali looked helpless, asked the gatekeeper for the key, and opened the door.

"Damn it!!! What is it now... uh, Decari?"

Agnes noticed Decari and Ye Xiao, and her flushed face softened considerably. "Is there something you need?"

Ye Xiao and Decari carried the food trays into the room. After all, according to their discussion with Theresa, they were ostensibly there to help Agnes "run away," which sounded a bit strange, but they still had to put on an act. So the two of them pretended to be there to deliver the food.

Ye Xiao closed the door, while Decari placed the plate on the ground. After pretending to observe the surroundings to make sure no one was eavesdropping, he whispered, "Lady Agnes... I'm here to take you out."

Chapter Seven: Escape

Agnes was surprised by Decali's statement, but for her own benefit, she ultimately chose to follow him.

Of course, the act had to be convincing. This "following" didn't mean swaggering out of the room where she was being held captive. If the patrolling Templar Knights didn't stop them, they would still be held responsible later.

According to Ye Xiao's plan, the two of them had only come to inform Agnes and the others of their intentions; the real action would have to wait until late at night.

Soon, it was the dead of night.

On a dark and windy night, the Holy Church fleet anchored at the dock was enveloped by the dark, surging waves.

Ye Xiao and Decari arrived at Agnes's room as agreed, and the Templar Knight at the door was "knocked out" by the two of them, just as they had planned.

They led Agnes out of the room and then quietly circled around to a porthole using a pre-arranged route.

Agnes was puzzled as to why she hadn't seen a single patrolling Templar Knight along the way. But in her opinion, she couldn't possibly have imagined that this was an escape play staged for her by Ye Xiao and Decali in cooperation with Theresa. She simply assumed that the two of them wanted to find the Holy Grail before Theresa to atone for their sins.

Decari, dressed in plain clothes, first climbed out of the porthole, and then Ye Xiao urged Agnes to jump out of the window.

Looking out the window at the dark, churning sea that was nearly ten meters high below, the latter's legs trembled slightly, and he began to have thoughts of retreating.

She always had great ambitions, but lacked the courage to take risks herself.

"Hmm? Is it inconvenient for Lady Agnes to climb over? Then let me help you."

But Ye Xiao wasn't going to tolerate her. Before she could even react, he grabbed her by the collar, shoved her through the porthole, and threw her out like a cannonball.

"Hey you—!??"

Agnes's scream trailed off into the night sky, then crashed into the sea, creating a spray of water.

She was instantly soaked to the bone, her expensive dress completely drenched by the seawater, and then Decari dragged her to the dock on the shore.

Once ashore, Agnes coughed up a mouthful of seawater and glared fiercely at Ye Xiao, who had swum ashore with her. She was about to unleash a torrent of curses when he immediately covered her mouth.

"Shh, there are still patrolling knights here, let's get out of here quickly."

As Ye Xiao finished speaking, some of the Templar Knights who remained on the dock shone their oil lamps in this direction, seemingly drawn by the commotion of falling into the sea.

Agnes was startled. She had already jumped, and it would be a huge loss if she were caught and taken back to the ship. So she didn't care about anything else and followed the two of them as they groped their way into the nearest street in the dark.

Ye Xiao and Dekari were both dressed in plain clothes. On the one hand, since they were acting on their own, they couldn't wear the Holy Temple's equipment and flaunt it in public. On the other hand, they were still being punished by Theresa, so they couldn't get weapons or equipment.

So, in order to cover Agnes's holy arcane robes, they picked up a tattered piece of burlap from a roadside barrel and had Agnes wear it.

It was early December, the cold night wind made Agnes shiver, and the pungent smell of sweat on the tattered linen was even more tormenting for the pampered girl.

Even late at night, the streets of Freeport are still brightly lit.

Wandering pirates, roaming bandits, and groups of rat-men in cloaks huddled in corners smoking hookahs, occasionally casting creepy glances at you.

Occasionally, one would see a homeless human being cornered and brutally beaten by a burly orc on the roadside, a sight that would send shivers down Agnes's spine as she passed by.

This is clearly not a human-friendly neighborhood. Most of the people along the way are rough green-skinned ghouls who, when drunk, will kick even the goblins that pass by, let alone the seemingly weakest humans.

Ye Xiao and Dekari took the lead and walked forward without saying a word. Agnes had a hard time keeping up with them, and she didn't dare to speak to attract the attention of the orcs, for fear of falling behind if she wasn't careful.

Fortunately, their low profile did not attract much attention. After hurrying along, the three arrived at a place with a sign that read "Rotten Paste Tavern".

Ye Xiao pushed open the door and entered. The strong body odor of orcs and the murky smell of cheap beer hit him. Agnes, who was following closely behind him, was caught off guard and took a breath, almost spitting it out on the spot.

"Oh, a human?"

The tavern owner was an orc with a greenish-blue face and a pair of fangs, whose burly body was clad in an ill-fitting leather vest.

He immediately recognized the ethnicity of the three cloaked figures who opened the door. He casually wiped the wooden cup in his hand with a stained rag and placed it on the edge of the bar. "Unfamiliar faces, but that's not unusual here. What would you like to drink?"

"Do you have a place to stay?"

Dekari spoke first.

"If you don't drink, then there's nowhere for you to stay."

The green-skinned boss made a surprising move, grabbing the wooden cup that had just been placed out and about to take it back.

Ye Xiao immediately stepped forward and pressed down on the other person's hand, "Then just bring me whatever you have, your signature dishes."

"Ouch."

The boss smiled, but his ugly face was even more terrifying when he smiled than when he was expressionless. "Alright, hahaha, you're on the right track."

The three of them then sat down at the bar under the scrutinizing gazes of a diverse group of patrons.

Before long, three cups of brownish-black, mud-like substance were placed in front of them.

"Is this... alcohol?!" Dekari stared at the blob of alcohol in front of him, which reeked of a strange, sweaty odor, his face turning tense.

Ye Xiao was used to this; after tasting a little to confirm it wasn't poisonous, he drank it all in one gulp.