Here, the Lord said this is a good thing

Chapter 6 Pollution
"Just leave it here. Thank you for your hard work. This is a tip."

"Okay, sir."

By the time Ye He came back, two hours had passed.

The generous fare was enough for the driver to help carry the many kitchen utensils and tableware purchased by Ye He, as well as some seasonings and ingredients, not to mention that Ye He also had a 50 gold pound note as a "tip".

Like the previous one, this coachman carefully remembered Ye He's appearance and made up his mind to grab this generous guest's order no matter what, and provide Ye He with the best service.

Money in this world really doesn't have much retention value for Ye He. The money in the suitcase is only a small part of what Ye He replaced with monster materials when he was in the north. There is still more left. In the church.

Even without this money, as a registered priest in the church, Ye He can draw a salary of 200 gold pounds from the church every week, which is definitely enough for Ye He's consumption.

A homemade dinner was enough for Ye He to reward his stomach. After eating and drinking, Ye He looked out the window leisurely, admiring the dusk in Cedarville.

It was getting dark, and night had come in Cedarville.

Most of the residents had finished their day's work and returned to their homes. Like Ye He at this time, they were enjoying dinner and the peace of home.

But it would be difficult for these people to include those from the church patrol.

"Boom! Boom!"

"Clent!"

"Know!"

……

The nearby residents have been evacuated, and four men and women with special weapons are fighting another [Sweet Home] on this street.

The 456th floor of this residential building is on the third floor. Because "Sweet Home" was born in a suite in the middle of the fifth floor, the stone brick concrete floors between the floors have long been tattered by Krent and others. .

At this time, Cathy was huddled in a corner on the 6th floor, sitting on the daughter's bed of this family, surrounded by several rag dolls, staring at the [Sweet Home] below exposed by the broken floor.

The birth time of this [Sweet Home] is not as good as that of Ye He, but who told it to happen just at dinner time in the evening? The screams of the residents penetrated the thin floor and attracted the attention of the neighbors. Extremely panicked.

At this time, Cathy was holding a wooden drawing board tightly in her hand. Her chestnut hair had completely turned into pitch black, giving Cathy a cold and nauseating feeling of "numb scalp", while also constructing a picture on the drawing board. Out, the whole picture of [Sweet Home].

Cathy has been staring at [Sweet Home]. She cannot stare at the "painting" on the drawing board for too long. She can only take a glance at it every one minute, so as to avoid double pollution from excessively eroding her sanity.

Just like now, one minute is up. Cathy glanced at the drawing board quickly, focusing on the place where the most hair was swirling. Then she gritted her teeth and poked the matching brush hard in that area.

When the hair came into contact with the brush, it immediately twitched restlessly, but the [Moonlight] emblem on the brush prevented them from wrapping around the brush.

Cathy felt like she was poking a sharp pen not at a dead object, but at her own exposed nerves.

This kind of horrific pain, no matter how many times she experienced it, no matter how mentally prepared she was, it always made Cathy miserable.

So she could only hope that it would end as soon as possible. She shouted downstairs with a hoarse voice: "The core has moved again! In the bathroom! I have it under control!"

"Roger that!"

"it is good!"

Two male colleagues responded immediately and quickly found the bathroom at the corresponding location on the 4th floor.

Mr. Follett slammed his left knee hard, and his left leg, which was wrapped in an old-fashioned steel armor, immediately kicked upwards, completely shattering the floor with one kick.

Between the bursts of dust and gravel, a shining red light flashed across. Krent, holding a simple sword in his hand, let the gravel scratch his cheek and handed the sword into the bathroom upstairs. in a corner of the room.

In his eyes, the pupils were completely occupied by a spider web, turning his eyeballs completely red.

His hard breathing allowed him to avoid the impact of the dust, but if the attack failed this time, he would have no choice but to replace Sister Diana.

After all, his heartbeat had reached a frequency of nearly [-] beats per minute.

The excessive blood supply left him with endless strength, but the severe pain also let him know that if he went any faster, his heart and lungs would be broken.

Fortunately, this hit successfully hit the core of this [Sweet Home]: the heart that looked like a twisted piece of meat.

A faint red light lit up on the sword, which spread in an instant, leaving a particularly evenly distributed octagonal spider web crack on the ground and wall where the sword landed.

The "meat core" was evenly divided into eight parts by this red light, and then was torn and devoured by the black tentacles crawling out of the void.

"Solve it?"

Mr. Follett, who couldn't see anything, looked up nervously at the big hole he had kicked out.

He is the most "relaxed" member of this patrol. The monster in his left leg only makes his left leg numb, and occasionally loses consciousness and becomes disobedient. It does not cause any pain, nor does it cause any pain to his other legs. Limb spread.

The operation method of this leg is also very convenient. With the knee down, wherever Mr. Follett strikes, the left leg will automatically counterattack in the direction of the force at that position. It is extremely powerful and can even attack monsters.

However, in this way, Mr. Follett cannot see the monster, let alone deal with the monster's contamination. He can only act as a scout to clear the way like just now.

"Huh...huh..."

Krent, panting like an asthmatic, appeared at the hole in the floor.

He turned sideways so that Mr. Follett could not see his eyes, and then nodded to indicate success.

Mr. Follett breathed a sigh of relief, then turned and walked away.

Both Crent and Cathy now need a little time to recover and end their "fighting state".

During this time, they themselves are a source of pollution, and it is best for ordinary people not to face them directly.

Seeing that Mr. Follett walked downstairs without any hurry, Sister Diana who stayed downstairs knew that the operation was successful.

After about 10 minutes, Krent finally calmed down his heartbeat. He put his sword into a special cello case and carried it behind his back. Then he slowly approached the room where Cathy was.

"Cathy?"

There was no door in the room. Krent looked carefully into the room through the big hole in the door and saw Cathy huddled on the bed, clutching the sheets tightly with her little feet.

Her round-toed leather boots were placed in front of the bed. Although the little girl's teammates tore down the house and left it in tatters, she still stepped on the bed without any shoes.Hearing Krent's voice, Cathy managed to muster some strength and called out to Krent in a weak voice: "...Here."

Krent breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that Cathy was still alive. His pain only came from his body, but Cathy's pain was a kind of neurological and mental pain, which was many times more profound than his.

However, Cathy, a strong little girl, still did not give up her patrol job even though she suffered so much pain. This is why Krent has always felt sorry for her and admired her very much.

After waiting for another 10 minutes, Cathy finally regained her composure.

She first tied up her "full" hair and stuffed it into a newsboy hat, trying not to miss any trace. Then she picked up the drawing board and brushes and put them into a black cloth case with a shoulder strap. Carrying it behind his back, he got out of bed and put on his shoes.

Cathy, who walked to the door, saw Krent resting against the wall through the broken floor.

Krent immediately gave Cathy a smile and a thumbs up.

"Humph."

Cathy gave him a cold look.

As the two came down the stairs together, Mr. Follett and Sister Diana breathed another sigh of relief.

The boy carrying the cello case and the girl carrying the drawing board wrapped in black cloth look like two lovers of "literary art" and students at Cedarville University School of Art.

Who would have known that they had endured unimaginable pain to fight monsters to the death?
They would have this kind of battle every three to five days, but they were already used to it.

As for the ruined buildings, that is what the municipal government and the church are concerned about. Given their situation, no one can blame them.

Just like Bishop Anna said to Ye He, this is why she applied to the headquarters to let Ye He come to Cedarville to serve as the patrol leader.

However, Bishop Anna's application actually requires a demon caster with a level of "5" or above. It is not a demon caster like Ye He, but a more powerful, terrifying, and efficient existence.

Ye He has also conveyed to Bishop Anna the reason why he came to Cedarville, the Imperial Scientific Research Institute.

If given a choice, Bishop Anna would definitely not choose Ye He who had this purpose.

It's a pity that good fortune tricks people.

"Is this... a steam lamp?"

Ye He couldn't understand how steam could light a lamp. It wasn't electricity or kerosene. How did it make the light bulb glow and heat?

Unlike a steam engine that performs work through the expansion of steam, pushing the piston for transmission, and turning the axle to turn steam energy into kinetic energy. In any case, Ye He could not understand how steam "combusts".

It was natural to light up the lights when it got dark. Thanks to the original owner of this house, who did not owe the municipal "steam usage fee", the lights came on as soon as Ye He turned on the steam light switch.

Although there was no need to explore the principle, after Ye He opened another perspective, he immediately saw the "truth".

The "steam" that is continuously transported into the steam lamp through the small steam transmission pipe seems to contain some... something like black dust.

It is this substance that, after being concentrated in the light bulb, automatically burns and glows, "lighting up" the steam lamp.

Is this why the goddess issued this task to herself?

Only then did Ye He understand the origin of his mission. He often saw this kind of substance: it was a little bit of the monster's power that occasionally broke out due to incomplete purification when the monster was destroyed!

In the material world, this little bit of monster power will be naturally purified and disappear soon.

The so-called omnipotent "steam" actually contains the power of monsters. It's no wonder that the more "steam" is used in Cedarville, the more monsters there become.

The goal couldn't be clearer. Ye He smiled and put on the hat he had prepared.

He turned off the switch, and while the steam light gradually went out, he opened the door and entered the city of Cedarville at night.

There are some things that you don't need to ask the locals. As long as you pay a little attention to the flow of people at this intersection where night has just fallen, Ye He can easily find the nearby pubs and restaurants.

However, the tavern here is too "high-end" and not a suitable place for Ye He to inquire about information.

Ye He moved south for more than ten minutes, walked through several streets, and soon arrived at a relatively poor, chaotic, and dirty urban area.

This is an area south of Cedarville, an area filled with "low-class people", "criminals" and "gangs".

When passing by a closed and deserted residential building, Ye He curiously glanced at the large hole in the wall on the fifth floor.

A brick happened to be loose from the top of the hole, and it fell to the ground and smashed into pieces. Judging from the traces, the hole was very fresh, and it should have been dug out not long ago.

It's not like something a gang can do once they get in with those "team members", right?

Ah.

Even if there are no monsters in Cedarville, these teammates can all serve in the demolition team.

Lowering the brim of his hat, Ye He continued to move forward.

Even though this was the south of the city, even though the streets here were filled with idle gang members or scantily clad women, under the darkness, there was a unique vitality that thrived here. This feeling was very familiar to Ye He.

As a mercenary, he frequently dealt with local gangs in chaotic areas.

Some truths are universal. No gangster or Liuying would talk to a lone man like Ye He, who was wearing a black coat, a neat and serious black formal suit, and his face covered by a black hiking hat.

And no gangster or Liuying would dare to refuse Ye He's initiative to talk to him easily.

"The pub? It's just around the corner in front. The man with the "dirty pigtails" is watching. It's fair enough. Why, does the gentleman from the East want to buy me a drink?"

It seemed that because Ye He's expression was not cold enough and his appearance was too handsome and not fierce enough, Liu Ying in front of him immediately became interested in Ye He after answering the question.

Ye He was already prepared. He nodded his hat, gave the Liuying a charming smile, stuffed a curled banknote into it, and moved towards the "front corner".

Smiles and money, these two things are what people like them need most and can't refuse the most, so she naturally took Ye He's elbow and went to the tavern with Ye He.

　Compared to monsters, everyone is considered clean.

　　Compared with humans, any monster is considered pure.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)