Chapter 22: A Kind…Devil?

The village chief could not help but sigh as they made their way to the next house.

Henry could not help his curiosity and asked, “Chief, Hansen’s family used to be the richest in the village. How did they end up like this? Did they lose their property because of gambling? Or…”

The village chief looked conflicted. He did not know if he should tell the ‘angel’, but in the end, he couldn’t help but sigh, he said, “Almighty Angel, Hansen’s family used to be the richest man in the village, and they were very willing to help the villagers. Everyone was very fond of them, and Hansen’s family didn’t show off either. They also had no bad habits, so logically speaking, they shouldn’t have ended up like this, but…”

“But what? What’s the reason?”

“Almighty Angel, when you came from the other villages, you ought to have known that the mayor has been arresting people everywhere these past few years, especially beautiful women. Almost all of them were taken away, and Hansen’s daughter is very beautiful…

“In order to protect his sister, Hansen’s son came into conflict with the guards. The young man often practiced knight training, so he sent the guards back with a beating. After that, Hansen immediately reported the situation to the church’s priests.

“Father Raymond wanted to investigate at first, but he then disappeared. Hansen’s report to the church had also been discovered, so the guards gathered their people and caused trouble to their family.

“Hansen’s son died. He was beaten alive and sent to his demise, while his daughter was disfigured. If they weren’t stopped by the villagers around them, the Hansen family could’ve been…

“However, their family’s wealth was then taken away and the entire family fell to such a state. Especially Hansen’s wife, who had some breathing problems when she was young. She used to be fine when they were still rich, but she doesn’t have any money to buy medicine now. If this continues, I’m afraid…

“In the past, they’d give a lot of presents to ‘God’ every Christmas when they were rich, but now…”

Davis quietly listened to the village chief describe what happened to Hansen.

He took out the note in his arms and slowly searched for it.

As expected, he quickly found the Hansen family’s name.

However, the message on it was, ‘Shallow believers, almost faithless’. They used to be fanatics.

“Heh…”

Davis sneered.

Soon, the village chief brought him to the next house.

The situation of this family was similar. They used to be middle-class, but they were persecuted by the mayor and became poor…

When evening finally came, Davis understood the situation there and was brought by the village chief to the square at the center of the village.

Davis and Henry stood on a prominent rock in the middle and looked at the people standing around them.

There were men, women, the elderly, and the young. Some of them were red-faced and some looked sick. People of every condition and expression were there.

Hansen’s family came wearing thick raincoats. Since they had no extra clothes, the only thing they could do was wear like that in order to make themselves more presentable.

Hansen was wearing old but clean clothes, holding his wife next to him. He looked worriedly at his wife, who was coughing continuously.

Davis suddenly recalled something. Before he came to Paradise Island, Gabriel and the others told him that each kind of believer received different blessings. The fanatics got the best resources while the shallow believers would only receive the radiance of the holy light.

It was to ensure that the fanatics continued to keep their faith, while the shallow believers could see what those with stronger faith received and slowly begin having more faith in God!

The more they worshipped the authority of God, the purer their faith would be, and the more dedicated they would be to God…

That was the only way the glory of God could spread to more places…

…

After seeing those believers who had fallen from fanatics to shallow believers because of the mayor and the church, he really wanted to ask: Could it be that the believers who had not given up their faith despite being persecuted by the church were not worthy of being called fanatics?

Was such a firm belief still worthy of suspicion? Wasn’t such a belief much firmer, more valuable, and much more…

He felt that he was beginning to understand why the belief in the devil had not been completely eradicated.

“Cough, cough, cough.”

Suddenly, a cough interrupted his thoughts. He looked up and saw that it was Hansen’s wife.

His gaze flickered and he found that necrosis was beginning to form on her body. The disease was rapidly spreading, and judging from the trend of things, it was likely that she did not have much time left.

In Davis’s eyes, dealing with the disease was very simple as he only needed to use a high-level healing spell. However, it was not in accordance with the relevant rules.

According to the rules, these ‘shallow believers’ could only be illuminated by the holy light. Only the senior believers among the fanatics were eligible to receive high-level divine spells.

Using it without permission would definitely get him noticed. It was contrary to his developmental goals, which was to get stronger while laying low.

In the end, Davis did not intend to go against the orders of the mighty seraphim. He simply illuminated the holy light over those poor people’s bodies, although he did extend the duration slightly.

All of a sudden however, he felt Henry staring at him from behind.

He eventually changed his mind and cast a holy light healing spell on Hansen’s wife.

A holy light healing spell that was far beyond a little angel’s normal level, but it was not that outrageously strong either.

Henry was also very surprised when he saw Davis’s skilled and powerful holy light healing spell.

“Davis, Your holy light healing spell is really amazing! And you’re really kind. You actually went against the seraphim’s orders when you saw this poor lady. But don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone…”

Hearing Henry’s words, Davis laughed softly in his heart. ‘I’m a devil that’s good at disguising myself! Isn’t a pure and kind little angel supposed to do something when it sees suffering?’

In fact, Davis’s biggest goal for the time being was to ensure that his identity would not be exposed in the city of angels.

Anything else would have to wait until he was truly strong and powerful before they could be considered.