Impressive! Truly impressive! If this guy were the city lord, what would his daughter look like? It seems those two guys really were drunk. If they were sober, even if they didn’t know the other’s identity, they probably wouldn’t have done something so irrational.

“Kid! Was it you who caught the bastard who tried to kill my daughter?” The big man split his wide mouth and asked me.

Hearing his question, I first observed a moment of silence for those two dead guys, then said, “I was fortunate enough to personally deal with the two villains. Here are their heads.” As I spoke, I took a bundle off my back and handed it over.

“What?! They’re dead?! That’s letting them off easy!” Lord Rock took the bundle, opened it, and said, “Why don’t they look much like the portraits? Kid! Are you trying to fool me?!” As soon as Lord Rock finished speaking, the dozens of men behind him all drew their weapons and surrounded me.

Nonsense! If you got beaten up, your face still swollen, and then got killed, you probably wouldn’t look much like yourself either! I cursed silently in my heart, then put on a servile expression and said, “City lord, you may not know, but I beat these two up badly before finishing them off. So the bruising on their faces…” As I spoke, I kept pointing with both index fingers.

“Oh~~! Then call Pastor Dent over and have him use God’s merciful holy power to restore these two bastards’ faces!” Lord Rock ordered his men.

A priest? Aren’t those guys only good at tricking people with words? Since when do they have holy power? Isn’t that something that only exists in fantasy novels? All sorts of thoughts popped into my head.

After a while, an old man with a white beard, holding a Bible with a cross on it and wearing a white robe, walked in.

“Hello, Pastor Dent!” The city lord, who had been fierce just now, immediately became much more respectful upon seeing the priest, and greeted the old man politely. Looks like the Church of God has quite some influence here, otherwise the city lord wouldn’t act like this.

Pastor Dent gave the city lord a slight smile, and everyone present felt a spring-like warmth in their hearts. Just this skill alone made me admire him greatly. I really wish those con artists back on Earth would learn what true professionalism is.

Dent came to the severed heads, slowly closed his eyes, put on a solemn and sacred expression, and began chanting something. He placed his right hand on one of the heads.

Suddenly, a white light appeared from Dent’s right hand, and the swelling on the dead man’s face slowly faded. At that moment, I—more precisely, starting from my stomach—also began to emit the same white light as Dent’s hand, and it quickly spread throughout my whole body. I looked incomparably solemn and dignified.

Chapter 7: The Church

Everyone around, including the priest, was stunned by the white light radiating from me. For a moment, the entire hall was enveloped in the glow from my body. A few mercenaries in the hall who had minor injuries were completely healed in no time.

As the saying goes, good times don’t last. The light on my body disappeared without a trace after just a short while.

Pastor Dent was moved to tears, placed his hands on his chest, and said in a deep voice, “God! I praise You! You are so selfless! Even the remote Rock City has witnessed Your miracle!” When the others in the hall saw Dent’s actions, they all knelt down to praise God.

Sigh! With everyone kneeling, how could I stay standing? That would be asking for trouble! I quickly knelt down too, putting on an expression of utmost faith.

After praising for a while, Dent’s legs probably went numb from kneeling so long. He stood up, limped over to me, helped me up, and said, “You must be a devout believer! May I ask at which church you were baptized?”

Baptized? Church? I only remember dripping blood to join in front of Lord Guan, not sure if that counts as baptism.

“I—I’m a resident from the Forgotten Mountains, I haven’t…” Before I could finish, the excited Dent interrupted me!

“God! You are so selfless! So merciful! Even the residents of the Forgotten Mountains… Praise You!” After another round of praise, Dent placed his hands on my shoulders, gazed at me with deep emotion, and said, “My friend! Join the Church! God has chosen you! Don’t hesitate any longer!” When the people around heard the priest say this, they all looked at me with envy, as if I had just won the biggest lottery jackpot!

Join the Church? Looking at this guy’s outfit, and the way everyone treats him… Hmm! Joining doesn’t seem like a bad idea! After all, these days it’s all about strength, connections, and backing. With my proletarian background, if I want to make a name for myself here, I definitely need to find a powerful patron! The Church is clearly a good choice.

“God! I praise You!” Having made up my mind, I spread my arms and shouted loudly at the ceiling. When it comes to putting on a show, I had plenty of practice back at the police station.

Hearing me loudly praise God, the priest grabbed my arm and led me toward the door, saying nonstop, “In that case! Come with me to the church!”