As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

No matter how you think about it, this is a loss-making business.

"Master Aiwen, did you call me?"

The little cat girl was called into the study by her.

After a period of rest, her spirit has recovered a lot and she looks full of vitality.

"Is there anyone in the orphanage who is very smart and good at acting?"

The silver-haired girl asked:

"You help me find a few of these people, and then bring them over to meet me."

"—Don't worry, it's not a dangerous job."

Seeing the little cat girl hesitated to speak, she patted the latter on the head:

"Just let them help me put on a play."

Chapter 35 I am cursed by the devil!

"Master Bolton, someone has come to confess again."

In the dilapidated church, a believer reported excitedly:

"And he donated a silver coin!"

"Really?"

Bolton, with gauze wrapped around his head, sat up from the bed:

"Are you sure it's not a copper plate?"

"Really! I'm sure it's a silver coin!"

The believer replied with a red face:

"Ah! Almighty God of Radiance! It means that the stubborn residents here have finally been influenced by the Holy Light..."

"This is indeed God's guidance."

Bolton got off the bed with difficulty, and picked up a crutch next to him:

"Tell him to wait for me in the confessional, and I'll be right there."

Leaning on crutches, he glanced at his right leg and sighed:

In the glory of the empire, Truys would be excited by a mere silver coin.

If such a bleak thing hadn't happened to him, he would have thought he was telling a story.

—Bolton is an excellent church priest.

However, his real identity is actually the bishop of the capital area.

Ever since he accepted a glorious and arduous task and came to this uncivilized land, he began to suffer bad luck;

The recruitment of believers has been repeatedly blocked, and they are often beaten to the ground, covered in bales; a dignified local bishop is worse than the priests in the small villages around the empire.

The most unlucky thing was the last time when he went to the underground market to investigate a fire;

Suddenly a drunk man from nowhere hit him on the head with a brick, causing him to fall down the steps and break a leg.

After struggling to get up, he discovered a desperate fact:

I lost my bishop badge!

I don't know if it fell into the sewage ditch on the side of the road, or was stolen by some damn thief, in short, it's the worst luck!

"Hopefully the person who came today is a devout believer."

He secretly prayed:

"At least he didn't throw me a stinky salted fish like those bumpkins."

When he arrived at the confessional, he unexpectedly found that the confessor was very young, at most 13 years old.

It was a poorly dressed young man, not very rich, wrapped in a dirty robe and a pair of straw sandals under his feet.

Such a person was able to take out a silver coin, which surprised him very much.

"Lost lamb, do you want to listen to God's teaching more?"

Leaning on crutches, he limped to the other side, trying to show a kind smile:

"Before you start today's confession?"

"...My lord priest, please help me!"

The boy raised his head, his face full of fear:

"I seem to be cursed by the devil!"

Bolton's face froze.

He was often told by ignorant village women and old men whose teeth were about to fall out that they were cursed by demons.

But that's just pure persecution delusion - no demon will go after a worthless target, and it will only waste precious mana.

However, the young man in front of him was different, he really sensed a dark force in him!

"Come on, tell me in detail how you were cursed."

This discovery immediately cheered him up:

"Let's talk before the holy altar, where all evil cannot come near you."

At any time, purifying the darkness is an important achievement, and this kind of thing is much better than recruiting a few innocuous believers.

"A few days ago I was working near the Royal Academy and saw a terrible sight."

The young man said tremblingly:

"Countless black faces flying in the sky! Each one is horrifyingly scary, I guess they want to come and bite me!"

The person who said black face again?

Bolton was taken aback:

He had heard similar words twice before, each of which said that he saw a face exuding an ominous black air.

But he didn't take these words to heart at the time.

"—Look, here's what I picked up where they converged."

With trembling hands, the boy took out a pitch-black magic stone from his pocket.

"What a rich dark energy!"

Bolton took out the scepter with a solemn expression, and tapped the surface of the magic stone.

"Crack!"

The originally complete magic stone shattered suddenly, and a black mist overflowed from it and dissipated into the air.

Then the altar next to it burst into light, and the black mist quickly disappeared without a trace.

"Well, your curse has been lifted."

He said to the boy with a kind smile:

"Now come to the back, I'll sprinkle you with some holy water, so that you will be free from the darkness in the future."

Thanks a lot, the young man followed him to the back of the church and accepted the holy baptism.

"This is the money I stole today, and I dedicate it all to the God of Radiance!"

Before leaving, he took out a purse and presented it to the priest respectfully.

Hearing the other party's words, the flesh on Bolton's face twitched.

"Oh... my child, God will forgive you for everything you have done."

But he finally took the purse:

"As long as you are devout."

On the roof next to the church, two figures were watching the scene.

"Owner……"

The little cat girl asked in a low voice:

"Does this really make the priests of the church trust us?"

"Certainly."

The silver-haired girl was wrapped in a headscarf, and she replied furtively, watching the priest put the money into her pocket:

"There is a saying that three people make a tiger, not to mention that he has seen the evidence with his own eyes."

——That's right, she was the one who got the magic stone that contained dark energy, in order to get people from the Holy See to take the bait.

"The three... become a tiger?"

The little cat girl was at a loss.

Human beings are human beings, what does it have to do with those idiots of the Tiger Clan meow?

"There's nothing to see next, let's go."

Aiwen led her to climb down from the roof, and sneaked away from the area where the church was located.

However, the two did not go home, but came to the vicinity of the academy, where they found a place to drink tea leisurely.

as predicted.

After a while, Father Bolton hurried out of the carriage with two believers and entered the academy.

"This should be the source of evil."

After standing there for a while, Father Bolton said solemnly:

"I feel a powerful force of darkness... You should split up and find out where that evil man is hiding."