At this moment, caught in a dangerous situation, Devon had not a trace of romantic thought left. He couldn’t care about anything else—once the door opened, he rushed straight in, shouting at the top of his lungs, “Dog The Reverend, how dare you ** a woman in this holy place!”

His voice boomed like thunder, reverberating through the small confessional, shaking everyone to the core.

The Reverend, who had been enjoying himself in paradise, was so startled by this sudden turn of events that he shuddered violently, immediately going limp, his soul yanked back to the mortal world.

For a moment, this once-respected The Reverend could only hear a buzzing in his ears, standing there in a daze.

Taking advantage of the moment, Devon reached out and accurately grabbed him by the throat, lifting his body up, while quickly slipping behind his back.

With his other hand, he grabbed the hair of the woman who was trying to get up and run out of the confessional, pulling her back. Though his actions were rough, he was actually saving her life.

If she ran out now, she would definitely be stabbed to death by The Mute Servant, leaving no witnesses. By then, Devon wouldn’t be able to explain himself no matter what.

The Mute Servant soon arrived at the confessional door. Seeing the scene inside, he froze, looking completely at a loss.

He hadn’t expected that such an ordinary young man would show no reverence for the divine at all, daring to lay hands on the Lord’s priest without hesitation!

Reverend Leonard, seasoned by the world, quickly regained his composure from the chaos. He saw the dagger in his servant’s hand and immediately understood the cause and effect of the situation.

This wasn’t the first time he’d killed someone to silence them. On the cross outside the church, there was a townsman who had been killed by him in just such a way.

He just hadn’t expected things to go wrong this time.

Feeling the strong hand tightening around his neck, Leonard steadied himself and asked in a deep voice, “Devon, is that you?” Of course he recognized this young man.

“Tell your servant to back off, or don’t blame me for being ruthless!” The young man had no intention of making small talk. His voice was icy, his body trembling with agitation.

This was truly a matter of life and death—any mistake would doom him forever.

He had to keep a constant eye on The Mute Servant’s movements, as well as every move The Reverend made. This guy, though he violated other men’s wives, was still very capable—he could use divine magic!

A month ago, a vicious dark werewolf had invaded the town, and it was this The Reverend who had killed it.

If he managed to use his divine magic, Devon would be in serious trouble.

“John, step back.” The Reverend felt the grip on his neck tightening and began to panic a little.

He had heard about this young man’s strength, and the twisted, deformed wooden door of the confessional proved it wasn’t just talk.

With the boy so agitated, if he lost control, his neck would definitely be snapped.

The Mute Servant looked at the boy hiding behind The Reverend, his face flushed red but his eyes shining with a strange light. Reluctantly, he stepped back.

“Throw the dagger away—far away!” Devon barked again, tightening his grip.

He was unarmed and had no desire to test his body’s toughness against a blade.

The Mute Servant glared fiercely at Devon, but had no choice but to throw the dagger to the end of the corridor.

Seeing his opponent was now unarmed, Devon felt a bit more at ease. With his natural strength, he wasn’t afraid of anyone in town in a fight.

He said to the woman in his grasp, “Put your clothes on and go out to testify for me. Just say The Reverend forced himself on you!”

The woman trembled all over, terrified. Whatever Devon said, she did, not daring to resist in the slightest.

She picked up the long dress from the floor and started to put it on.

“Wear The Reverend’s coat!” Devon immediately ordered. The dress was too troublesome to put on, and it would be hard to speak outside.

Leonard shot a sidelong, furious glare at the boy. How could this guy be so vicious? If his clothes ended up on the woman, he’d be left stark naked—anyone would know what had happened, and he’d have no excuse left.

The woman dared not disobey, hastily throwing on The Reverend’s white robe to cover herself. Devon immediately pulled the two of them, pressing them against the wall, and headed toward the church’s main entrance.

The Mute Servant followed closely behind them.

Seeing the boy’s decisive actions, The Reverend truly panicked.

If he was dragged out of the church and seen by the townsfolk in his current state, with the woman beside him, his reputation would be ruined. And once word spread and the bishop of the Lumba City Cathedral heard about it, he’d be locked up for at least ten years, his bright future destroyed.

“Devon, don’t be impulsive. Everything can be discussed. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you. Gold coins! Gold coins, is that enough?” he pleaded repeatedly.

Devon ignored him. Facing this The Reverend, he was at a complete disadvantage. Even if he took the gold coins now, he wouldn’t live to spend them.

If this The Reverend got out of this predicament, he’d have a thousand, ten thousand ways to kill a nobody like him.

Only by ruining his reputation could he truly turn the tables!

The woman in his grasp also pleaded in a low voice, “Devon, please let me go. If I go out there, I’ll never be able to show my face again.”

She covered her face, her voice full of misery, making Devon pause for a moment. For a woman, reputation really was important.