Becoming a Villain from the Bishop of Sin

It is worth mentioning that the name of Emnesia was written at the beginning of the diary and she was told that, judging from the clothes on her body, she should be from the capital of faith.

Now she is suffering from an unknown disease. I don't know what it is for the time being. Maybe there is a cure when I go back. If it doesn't work, I can know who she was in the past.

Although from Luo Mo's point of view, the handwriting was obviously written by someone else, which felt quite suspicious, but judging from the current situation, they had no better choice.

Because even though he thinks he has extremely strong abilities, he still has no way of determining what kind of illness Emnesia is suffering from.

After all, he is not a professional healer, let alone a professional doctor. There are too many rare and weird diseases in the world, and professional doctors can't determine many rare diseases.

Not to mention this strange world where anything could happen, even the world in the past had a porphyria disease that he still remembers vividly.

If patients with porphyria are exposed to excessive sunlight, their skin will blister and ulcerate, and in severe cases, they may even die. Therefore, it is also called vampire disease. Normally, if you check it out of curiosity, he would not know it or even believe it. There are such strange diseases in the world.

Originally, on the surface of this world, there is a magic that is said to be able to turn back time, repair wounds, and completely restore items.

It's a pity that the magic is not really time-reversing in essence, and it cannot resurrect the dead. Similarly, if it is a disease, it has no effect at all, so there is no way to cure it.

So even he can only pin his hopes on the City of Faith, to see if there might be some special means to heal Emnesia.

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the next day.

Just as Luo Mo poked his head out of the cabinet next to the bed, he noticed that Emnesia was on the bed, staring at the contents of the diary with unprecedented seriousness, as if confirming the contents of the notes.

The pretty face also maintained a seductive blush, and when she noticed his poking out, the girl showed a shy expression, and asked cautiously:

"That, that... are you Carlos?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"Yesterday's me...how, how?"

"--great!"

Without hesitation, he gave the girl with flushed cheeks a thumbs up.

"This, so..." Emnesia hugged the pillow embarrassingly, not daring to look at his muttering: "Okay, so shy...Am I actually brave?"

"It's okay, you're always like this at first, but it'll be fine after a while."

"Yes, yes, I may not be used to it yet, no, but don't worry! I will work hard!"

"Well! Come on!"

Although she didn't know where she was going to cheer, Luo Mo still cheered her up with a smile.

But at this time, she stared at the contents of the diary again, confused:

"Speaking of which, why is Carlos like a little boy? Why do I raise you even though I'm a girl? And why do you want me to raise you so much?"

"Are you underestimating the little boy? It's a man's dream! Eating and drinking for free is the common dream of all mankind!"

"Dream...does this count?"

Emnisia looked surprised, not quite understanding how a boy could be a man's dream.

"Let me ask you, are women and men equal?"

"...Should it be? I don't know too well...and I don't have the memory of the past, even if you ask me..."

"So—please tell me, what's the difference between a pretty boy and a woman who wants to be a housewife?"

Luo Mo retorted righteously.

Just from what it sounds like, it seems that there is a little bit of truth, and it seems that she still knows what a housewife means, or knowledge-related things. Emnicia, who remembers most of them, also fell into deep thought:

"A little boy and a housewife... um~ there seems to be no difference? Ah, no! Housewives can cook and take care of their children? Can't a boy?"

"As long as your poison resistance is strong enough and you can eat the food I cook, of course I can cook for you. If you dare to have children with me, I will take care of you!"

"Is this... still a boy?"

"...It doesn't seem right to think about it this way? Oh! Don't think about that kind of thing early in the morning, get up and eat quickly!"

The beginning of a beautiful day was different from what he had imagined. Luo Mo, who had lost the argument, simply gave up chatting and walked out angrily.

The girl on the bed watched his displeased back, but tilted her head and smiled knowingly:

"Is this a twist?——It's so cute~ I fell in love with it just because of this childishness? Uh~ What kind of person was I before?"

Emnesia unconsciously flipped through the diary again, until Luo Mo's urging voice came from outside the house.

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These days, occasionally doing something out of the ordinary, Luo Mo will quietly erase that part of the record after Emnesia sleeps.

This is the second time he took the initiative to adjust the content of the diary.... The last time was a natural failure.

The previous setting was a new daughter-in-law, but Emnesia seems to have developed a high degree of intuition due to a special illness during the trip.

Even if there is no problem with the handwriting, it has aroused vigilance, and he was preached for a long time last time, but this time he felt that the time should be ripe—and it was indeed mature and even successful.

Of course, it has to be said that he was not entirely satisfying his own interest in tampering with the diary this time, and there was also a reason for the experiment.

As far as he was concerned, it was an interesting experiment.

Because of the relationship between the two, although because of the daily amnesia, it seems that there is no way to make any progress.

But with the deepening of contact, Emnesia's trust in him seems to be deepening, and she no longer guards against him intuitively.

When dawn appeared, even if his head was empty, he was obviously a little closer than before, so he tried to tamper with the content again to see if he would be discovered.

"I always feel that the joy after success is less than I imagined. Is it really caused by demanding too much and being backlashed? Or am I not worthy of being with a rich girl?" He squatted on the ground, looking at the sun in the east. .

Not long after, Emnesia also came out of the room, squatting beside him for some reason.

The two squatted together in silence, and no one said anything, so——she suddenly nodded vigorously as if she had made up her mind, and then kissed his side cheek quietly like a dragonfly on water.

"what???"

Luo Mo turned his head to look in surprise. The girl who made the sneak attack was so red that she might get burned if touched.

"This, this, this, mine, the limit...!"

Obviously she acted by herself, but she acted more like the one who was attacked than Luo Mo, she was afraid of being seen by him or meeting his eyes, she lowered her head deeply.

This innocent look made Luo Mo laugh dumbfounded. At the same time...Compared with the so-called guilt, he felt that this matter had become more interesting.

After spending some time at the village chief's house and solving the breakfast problem, the two walked to the edge of the village, and Luo Mo, who played the role of a wizard, took out the broom.

And he sat in front, and Emnesia sat behind him as if it was a matter of course, and hugged his waist gently after a short hesitation.

"Carlos' back is so big~" She put her face on Luo Mo's back, expressing a little empathy.

"...You are too young."

"So warm~"

"...if it wasn't warm, I'd be a corpse by now."

“It still smells good~~”

"We used the same soap in the shower yesterday, right?"

"But I think it smells good."

Emnesia, who was hugging him from behind, was overly active from nowhere, and was completely unaffected by him, and even in the state of hugging him, she took advantage of the situation and pinched his stomach to express protest.

But soon she recovered her innocent and lovely smile, pressed her forehead against his back, and asked in a brisk tone:

"What kind of country did we meet?"

"A pretty bad country in a nutshell."

"Then how did we meet?"

"How did we meet...I think it should be considered fate?"

"Fate? Hmm~ what a romantic feeling! I like it!"

Although what he said was very vague, Emnesia still seemed very satisfied, and kept nodding, imagining what kind of fate they would have when they met.

...But no matter how she thought about it, she would never have imagined that the so-called fate was actually just fabricated by Luo Mo in order to cheat money.

And Luo Mo also thinks that having a dream is a good thing, and he doesn't intend to reveal the cruel truth that is not good at all but full of reality.

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Across the overly vast grasslands, it kept shuttling above the forest.

Since the country was too far away, it was estimated that it would be midnight, so Luo Mo found the only nearby village according to the map, and planned to spend the night in that village tonight.

However.....

In the sky not far from the village, he found that the lights of that village looked a little abnormal.

Even though it was quite a distance away, he could clearly smell the wind blowing that night, and the air was filled with a faint smell of burnt and blood.

"Is it the bandits who are running around? I haven't heard of any chaos in this area." He stopped flying instinctively, hesitating whether he should enter existence, but Emnesia's head suddenly flew from him He got out from the crook of his arm, and looked at him curiously: "What's wrong? Could it be that you lost your way?"

"No... just in front, but..."

Should I take Emnesia to see over there?To be honest he was very hesitant.

But it's already at the edge, and it doesn't seem too good if you don't go in and have a look. If it's really a bandit or something, maybe you can make some extra money by the way.

So...he shook his head and said nothing, and flew directly to the gate of the village next to the forest.

On the outskirts of the village, instead of the city walls, there are anti-gentlemans, and there is no sign of damage to the one-meter-high fence that does not prevent villains, but there are obvious fires inside the village.

"Is it a bonfire? Did we happen to meet some kind of festival?" Emnesia was excited and looking forward to it, subconsciously wanted to go and have a look: "It seems very interesting! Let's participate too!"

"—Wait first! I think it's better to be careful first."

The smell of blood that could be smelled was much stronger than before, and he grabbed Emnesia's hand to prevent her from rushing directly to attack someone.

"Oh, oh....I listen to you." She looked down at the grasped hand, her cheeks flushed again from shyness.

You weren't shy when you hugged her so tightly just now, so what's the point of shaking hands now? ? ——Luo Mo glanced at the girl next to her, and really couldn't figure out where her shame was.

But even he knew when to say something, so he didn't care about it anymore, and walked into the village holding the girl's hand.

The village was bigger than he had imagined. The wooden houses with the same appearance were scattered in the village from the sky. There were about a hundred houses, and fields and wells were mixed in like filling the gaps between the houses.