Chapter 143
The Arbitrator sat in his room, looking at the statue hanging in front of him, his expression slightly sleepy.
"You always need me to heal your wounds, can't you just give me a break?" The girl in the nun's habit whispered from behind, holding a large book.
She was completely covered in white silk. When Benny left, her face was bare, but her eyes were covered.
But no one can interfere with what she does; she is a benevolent person, a saint, and her actions need no justification. No one has the right to criticize her.
The adjudicator did not respond to what she said. For the same reason, it was also a saint, and she naturally had no right to interfere in what it wanted to do.
That's why things aren't peaceful here. Not far from here is a chaotic area, mostly marked by bombings.
When reasoning becomes the only way to resolve a situation, then fists are the only option left to persuade the other party. Fortunately, neither of the two people here enjoys fighting; they spend their days sparring with the Immortal and the Honorable One, who often practice there for days on end. Once their anger subsides, they make peace.
Now that Benny has been assigned to investigate what that demon really is, the place has returned to its original tranquility.
The recent arrival of two new members has truly surprised almost everyone, as it had been a very long time since any new people had joined. Perhaps God believes there are already enough saints, or perhaps there are other reasons. In any case, this is something completely beyond our control and cannot be interfered with.
However, that one was indeed quite troublesome; it was Benny, of course. She was quite dissatisfied with some of the church's practices when she first arrived. But fortunately, after some time, she learned to accept these methods.
There's nothing we can do if she doesn't accept it; time will make her accept it. Everyone agrees that this world is beyond saving. Its only purpose here is to prolong its existence slightly.
However, after Benny left, the other newcomer was clearly not so righteous. At least, this guy was sitting in his room, impaled on the spot with several spears.
It looks painful. This guy isn't an ascetic, but he seems to have this strange fetish.
In short, the benevolent person is very curious about what this junior will do, so he will come to see how he is doing.
The spears were all cut in half at the same time, and his body was clean as if nothing had happened.
"Don't do pointless things." The adjudicator looked at her with some displeasure, seemingly unhappy with her meddling.
This guy healed all his wounds instantly, and the newly grown muscles even broke the spears stuck in his body.
So he was now forced to stop his self-harm and looked helplessly at the guy who came to find him.
“You can definitely try something more interesting. There’s a torture chamber not far away, with every kind of torture device you can think of.” She smiled. “That’s my room. You can come anytime you want.”
The adjudicator looked at her and said softly, "Is this what you use to torture her?"
“Correct answer, but it’s been a long time since anyone has been worth me doing that.” She said with a smile, “Everyone is at peace now. Although we are saints now, we just need to live our lives well. There’s nothing that requires our intervention to solve. It’s truly a cause for celebration, a cause for celebration.”
The adjudicator suddenly turned around, unaware that the spear that had been fired from above was now stopped an inch from her neck.
“You can use a little more force. I can’t withstand this kind of attack. My head will be pierced through without a doubt.” The Benevolent One seemed completely unconcerned: “For me, even a wound like this would heal instantly. We are all unkillable monsters, but if you want to use this opportunity to review the combat skills you’ve learned before, there are many people who can accompany you. I can too.”
The arbitrator remained silent for a long time, then got up to leave.
"What an unpleasant personality," he heard the woman mutter as he passed by. "Perhaps you should consider being a little gentler."
“I have nothing to say to the guilty.” The adjudicator’s voice paused for a moment: “I cannot understand much of what you have done, and in other words, I do not approve of you, so please leave now. Until I can control my anger.”
“The way you’re talking is infuriating.” The benevolent one didn’t seem like someone who was afraid of being threatened at all: “If you really want to fight, I’ll go with you, but at least don’t talk to me in a tone that doesn’t even sound like a threat.”
The benevolent one also left through the door; there was no need to continue the conversation now that things had gone this far.
The judge watched her leave and then let out a long sigh.
"Squeak squeak".
"I know it was my fault for losing control of my emotions, but I really don't like that guy at all." He looked at the little mouse that had jumped onto him and gently stroked its fur with his fingers. "You look very sad, why?"
The little mouse didn't answer, because it couldn't speak human language. It just scurried up to his head and curled up in a ball, as if it was about to go to sleep.
The adjudicator stroked the rat, calming himself down a little.
“You know, if everyone in the world were like you, that would be wonderful,” he said softly, almost as a low groan. “Then I wouldn’t have to be so tired.”
"Squeak squeak".
"Okay, okay, I shouldn't complain. I still have work to do." He patted his face and looked at himself in the mirror.
As a paladin, his position here is rather delicate.
Because of the fact that there was a saint among the paladins, and another one named Benny. These two clashed the first time they met, and although it didn't escalate further, the grudge was formed.
That wouldn't be good. I've only just arrived in this place, and there are still so many things I want to do. I can't let this create a rift between myself and my companions and leave a bad impression.
Thinking this, he picked up a spear that looked like it was made of oak from the wall and left through the door.
As it said, he was indeed very busy today. Because, according to messages from some people, a massive magical upheaval had occurred near the abode of the deep spirits, creating over forty calamities.
I've heard that there's also a chaotic catastrophe among them.
No matter how many saints are sent, there is a possibility of casualties. In order to ensure that the number of saints continues to accumulate in a good way, he must solve that problem himself.
This is also the task they give to the newcomers. Officially, that's the claim, but mainly they want to see if they have the ability for this position, since not all saints are combat-oriented. Like the woman who just left; although her abilities were powerful, here she was at most just a nun.
If I'm not good at combat, I'll probably have to stay here for a while as a support staff member, like preparing documents. Before the newcomer arrived, there were only three saints here. The Immortal was responsible for clearing out the monsters outside, the Benevolent One occasionally went along to join in the fun, and most of the time he was dealing with ordinary people.
The guardian is committed to staying here; as long as he remains, the church's position will not be shaken. This is a consensus among all.
This mission was originally meant for the Immortals, but it was only pushed onto him because the Arbiter himself suggested it. If nothing unexpected happens, that guy should be somewhere drinking tea right now.
However, he didn't really want to sit there. He felt uncomfortable here and needed to go out to calm down.
Because this place seems to be a habitat for monsters, and places with monsters always give people a bad impression.
He donned his robe and picked up his oak spear. With that, he was fully armed. He looked exactly like a member of a militia.
He had specially changed into a very nice-looking priest's robe when he was attending the meeting here, but now that he was going out, practicality had to take a backseat to looking good. To be honest, nice-looking things are usually quite cumbersome to wear. So, it's best to stick to ordinary casual clothes when going out.
Although this outfit doesn't look very fancy, it's incredibly comfortable and perfect for fighting in all sorts of situations.
However, come to think of it, my main path seems to have virtually nothing to do with agility. So there's no need for me to dress so casually.
Thinking about all these messy things, he left and entered the city.
It is now the only city built within the safe zone, and also the only place where saints reside.
Nova, I don't know why he's called that, everyone just calls him Nova, it seems to have some minor connection to the scriptures.
Furthermore, this city boasts one of the largest numbers of clergy in the world, and many clergy sent abroad are transferred from here. They receive the highest level of religious baptism here before departing to spread God's holy name throughout the world.
This behavior clearly gained the approval of many people, so it naturally became a sacred place.
This place was once the dream of the Arbiter, a priest in another city, and being able to come here and see it was a wish of his.
But it was just a wish. He was the only high-ranking clergyman in that city, and he had far too many responsibilities to bear. The sheer volume of work was enough to break a person's neck.
But now that he's here, he's not happy. Because this place is a sacred place in his heart, like the best paradise that always exists in people's hearts. When he finally sees what paradise really is, he might not be so amazed.
After all, it's just a place; all cities in the world are the same. Ultimately, it's just a place for people to live in. No matter where you are, it's all the same. There's no good or bad.
Furthermore, he felt deeply disappointed, utterly disappointed with this place. He had initially felt that this place should at least offer him a sense of fairness and justice. But in reality, these saints were the ultimate holders of power; here, sin was irrelevant. They could do whatever they wanted, and the laws that had always bound him had suddenly vanished.
This feeling is awful, terribly awful. It's like I've become something unrestrained and will go berserk.
"Squeak." The rat on his head stepped on his head, and he came back to his senses.
I often drift off into thought here, perhaps because this place is so unfamiliar. So when I'm daydreaming, I always think about my own city.
It's just a thought, though. That place has become history; it disappeared in the bloody sun.
I learned of the Blood Sun after becoming a saint and on my way here. Upon arriving, I discovered that the place I had always protected was now in ruins. The monstrous creatures of calamity had invaded and slaughtered all humanity, while the priests who were supposed to protect them retreated to a safe zone. I survived by holding onto the last wall.
Only the children and a few clergy survived. This was an order from the central church; no high-ranking clergy member could act recklessly, and they had to do what they could. They needed to build up the number of high-ranking clergy, otherwise, how could they stop the losses?
In short, it seems that reconstruction has begun there now, which is a strange feeling. The place that I've kept buried deep in my memory has now physically disappeared.
Once it's rebuilt, it will be a completely unfamiliar place. Since becoming a saint, all I've felt is unfamiliarity. It's the same everywhere, with everyone the same thing; that feeling of alienation makes you want to die. It's unbearable, like being buried in a swamp.
Perhaps only this little guy could keep him company. He scratched the little mouse on his head and smiled. He had brought this little creature home by chance. He never expected it would become his longest-lasting friend.
His ears twitched, his face darkened, and he turned his head to look at the distance.
That was a clergyman, standing there basking in the sun.
The reason he was so unhappy with that guy was because he could see blood on him.
“You should wipe the blood off your body before standing here.” He walked over, took a handkerchief from his pocket, and handed it to her. “Although you fought monsters and got covered in this stuff to protect humanity, people with blood on them make the people uneasy.”
"Thank you." He turned around, looking at the man standing in front of him in surprise: "Who are you?"
"Nobody." The Arbitrator then realized that although he had already revealed the information by appearing here, he hadn't come out since arriving here, so it was perfectly normal that no one recognized him.
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