Chapter 75: Cracks in People’s Hearts

The giant black dragon with a wingspan of tens of meters let out a low roar, quickly flew through the sky, and created a strong airflow.

On the broad back of this dragon-type monster, a seductive woman in a red dress was leaning on a cushion, her slender white fingers gently fiddling with her black hair that fell on her shoulders, and it was unknown what she was thinking.

"Your Highness, the entrance to the ruined mountain range is ahead. The sealed object that the Duke mentioned should be hidden in the deepest part of the maze."

A little black cat suddenly jumped out beside the woman in the red dress and spoke in human language.

"I see."

After hearing Afia's words, Ivester came back to her senses and replied calmly.

At this moment, in addition to herself, all the subordinates of Augusta Manor also gathered on the other side of the dragon's back.

They seemed to be about to perform some difficult task.

Yvesette said nothing as she looked at the endless mountains and dense jungles rapidly disappearing behind her.

Except on days when they needed to fight, her subordinates almost never spoke to her, and their daily conversations were limited to questions like "What would you like to eat today, Your Highness?"

For some reason, Lynn's figure subconsciously appeared in Yvesette's mind.

If that guy were here, it wouldn't be so boring now.

Yvesette thought silently.

This is the third day since she left the manor.

As for the deadline agreed upon by Lynn and Duke Tyrus, five days had already passed.

I don’t know how things are going.

With his ability, he should have raised tens of thousands of gold coins by now, right?

For some reason, a slight smile appeared on the corner of Yvesette's mouth.

La Monta hurried to the carriage shop where he was working.

Believers of the Cathedral of Mars have always advocated a sense of responsibility and believed that men should be the backbone of the family.

And as one of them, LaMonta did exactly that.

Although his life was not rich and he could only earn a few silver coins every month by working hard every day to unload goods in a carriage business, he gave his wife and children the best life he could afford.

At this moment, the sky was just getting light.

As a believer in the God of War, he took a slight detour just to pass in front of the town square.

This is also what he has been doing frequently in recent days.

I don't have any other ideas, just to satisfy the slight curiosity in my heart.

He wanted to see if the twelve collection boxes were still empty.

I thought the town square would be the same as the previous few days, with no one wandering around at this time.

Never thought about it.

When Ramonta arrived at the Plaza Mayor, he saw from afar that it was crowded with all kinds of people, surrounding the square.

What happened? Curious, Lamonta, who was supposed to be rushing to unload the goods, suddenly stopped and walked towards the square.

There were a lot of people, and the place was filled with chaotic and strange discussions.

This further aroused Lamonta's desire to explore.

Fortunately, he was very strong and after some effort, he finally squeezed to the front of the crowd.

Lamonta wiped the sweat from his forehead and then looked toward the donation box in the center of the square.

Then, he was stunned.

At this moment, the originally expected scene of twelve empty glass boxes disappeared.

Instead, there is another scene.

I saw that the donation box with the "Slamic Sect" logo on it, which was placed in the corner yesterday, was moved to the center at some point.

Not only that, there is also a tall base underneath, like a podium.

This made the donation box representing the Islamic sect stand taller than the other eleven glass boxes.

It looks particularly conspicuous.

It is as if, in the competition with other churches, it has gained an obvious and outstanding advantage.

But that’s not what surprises LaMonta.

What really shocked him speechless was that a pile of golden coins appeared in the Slan sect's originally empty glass donation box.

Each coin is printed with the portrait of Saint Laurent I, symbolizing that it is a genuine pure gold coin.

What kind of wealth was that? Lamonta had never seen such a huge pile of gold coins in his life, and he had no idea how much it was.

But the amount of money in the donation box was marked on the glass donation box.

Twenty thousand Saint Laurent gold coins!

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But why? Why is it the Slan sect that has little presence in Orne City and has even been excluded and oppressed by the Ares Cathedral for a long time?

LaMonta was puzzled.

at the same time.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the empty donation box in their Ares Cathedral was “coincidentally” placed right next to the Slan Sect.

Because the other side has a high base, the Cathedral of God of War looks particularly shabby.

A vague feeling of shame emerged in Lamonta's heart.

At this moment, cheers suddenly broke out from under the official notice wall in the distance.

Through the discussions of those people, Lamonta vaguely heard the content of the new announcement on the wall.

"It is hereby decided that starting today, all devout believers of the Slan sect who have believed in the God of the Earth for more than three years will be awarded the title of "Honorary Good Citizen" by the city council to commend the Slan sect for its assistance to the disabled veterans' security fund, and will enjoy benefits such as tax reductions."

“Buzz!”

LaMonta's mind exploded.

Why them?

Almost everyone in the entire city of Orne knew about the feud between the Cathedral of the God of War and the Slan Sect.

But today, these Slan sect believers, who were at the bottom of the faith contempt chain, actually turned over and became the masters? Looking at a small group of cheering people in the distance, Lamonta recognized that some of them were even his colleagues who believed in the Slan sect and had been ridiculed by him in public.

At this moment, the banner on the donation box looks particularly glaring.

"Let us see which faith is the kindest and most generous."

A few days ago, this answer would have been unresolved.

But from today on, it has become an obvious thing.

The Islamic sect is the most kind and generous faith! When all the churches chose to remain silent, they stood up and spent a lot of money!

As for the common people, they cannot see the same profound things as the nobles and can only receive these superficial information.

So from this moment on, the conclusion just made will gradually spread among countless people.

It won't be long before it sweeps the whole city.

Looking at the empty donation box at his church, LaMonta suddenly felt ashamed.

So he lowered the brim of his hat and hurriedly fled in the chaos.

Not just him.

Similar scenes occurred all over the square.

(End of this chapter)