Samir is 35 years old, a pastor in the church district of Lentinion, a devout Christian. His usual job is to heal injured and sick believers with holy arts, and occasionally accept commissions of a nature such as exorcism or lifting equipment curses.

He was determined to give everything he had for God and lived each day diligently.

However, after the catastrophe two months ago, he seemed to wake up from a huge lie.

That morning, he woke up from his bed, as usual, and after his meal, he went to the church hall to wait for the patient.

After a while, he waited for someone who needed treatment.

Those men seemed to be the chosen ones, with a mixture of difficult and rude words.

The so-called Chosen One is a category of foreign immigrants.

Most of them consider themselves adventurers or mercenaries, and a few will join the court and make achievements and become lords.

They are all over the country, receiving small commissions ranging from expelling demonic beasts and defeating foreign invaders to collecting medicine and delivering letters, and they are the most dynamic group of people in the country. This is also the impression that most native British residents have of them.

Since it's a knife that licks blood, and a person who fights for a living, there's no way to do it with a weird personality.

Samir had become accustomed to it, and he ignored the noise of the other party and immediately treated them.

However, after the treatment, when the fee was charged, a small contradiction occurred.

“…… 2 gold coins? What about the pit daddy. The strong man who seemed to be the leader said with a frown.

"Minor injuries 10 silver coins, moderate injuries 50 silver coins, serious injuries 1 gold coin, Your Excellency brought 4 people are medium injuries, so it's 2 gold coins." Samil patiently explained.

"I don't have that much money here for the time being, so let's help you collect medicine, how about you give me free treatment fees."

“…… Yes? Samir was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Please pay cash, I don't need medicinal herbs here for the time being." ”

"Huh? However, isn't it usually the task of collecting medicine to offset the cost of treatment? Is it gone today? ”

"Usually? No, no, this kind of thing is at most occasional, what are you talking about......? ”

Samir's head ached suddenly, and he remembered in a trance that he seemed to have had people collect herbs to offset the cost of the treatment, but he couldn't remember the details.

Seeing that the other party was unwilling to pay the fee, in desperation, Samir had no choice but to propose that the fee could be recorded in the account first and pay it next time.

The strong man immediately agreed.

The next day, the strong man came again with his team.

They were wounded in the battle and came to seek treatment.

Samir, as a qualified priest, did not ask them for the arrears before the treatment, but waited until the treatment was completed, and then casually asked them if they had any treatment fees.

“…… Isn't it free? ”

"Huh? Didn't I say it was on credit yesterday, but I never said it was free. ”

“…… And this kind of setting? The strong man was surprised, "You know that we don't have enough money, but you refuse to let us do the task as collateral, why would you agree to help us do the treatment first......

What the hell is this guy talking about?

How could he possibly know how much money the other party was carrying.

Samir felt that the other party was making trouble.

So, he said, "God teaches us to be kind to others, and I am not a businessman, I am a pastor, and of course I will give priority to treating the sick." ”

"It's weird, it's obviously a low-level NPC, how can you remember yesterday's events......" However, the strong man ignored him, but muttered to himself, looking at him as if he had seen a rooster that would lay eggs.

“…… If you still refuse to pay the money, sir, please go back. Samir sighed impatiently, "For the sake of the Virgin Mary, I will not take any more money from you, but from this day onwards, I will not treat Your Excellency again, so please ...... immediately."

Samir said as he looked back at the statue of the Virgin, holding the wooden cross on his chest in prayer.

The next moment, he was dumbfounded.

The statue of the Virgin Mary, which was originally placed in the center of the church, was painted with thick black ink lines at some point, especially on the thighs and face, which were also written in non-alphabetic exotic characters.

…… What the hell is this!?

Samir was so shocked that he almost screamed.

He took a few breaths and asked tremblingly, "This, who did this?" ”

At this time, the strong man's face showed a weak expression.

"This ...... I don't know, compared to this, the cost of the previous treatment is ...... We can pay, but can you do me one more favor? We need to lift the curse on some utensils. ”

"Compared to this!?" Samir couldn't help but roar in a roaring tone, "Lord Mary has become like that, there will be more important things than this!?" Say, who did this!? As a believer, it is necessary for you to answer! ”

"Damn, didn't you say I didn't know. And I don't believe in God, what's the matter with me. ”

"Huh? Do you not believe in God and come to church for healing? Samir felt that the other party was unreasonable.

"Okay, okay, religious content, if I talk to you about atheism, I'm going to violate discipline, you better hurry up and collect money and do things." The strong man threw the money bag in front of Samir's eyes, and then pulled out a pair of jet-black armor and two swords from the package.

The utensils were stained with a bright red liquid and smelled of blood.

Samir, who was also a veteran pastor with five or six years of medical experience, immediately recognized that the red liquid was of human origin and fresh.

As for the curse above, it is a curse called [Sorrow], which will give the equipment a buff that reduces the quality of the equipment.

This type of curse can only occur randomly if the wearer is accidentally killed.

Then again, isn't the style of this equipment from the King's Army!

"You, where did you get these things?" Samir's voice was shaking.

"Huh? You can come from anywhere. The strong man frowned a little unpleasantly.

"Of course not! If it's a gift from someone else, it doesn't matter, if it's something from the original owner...... You, do you have any permission from the palace to dispose of relics? If not, you're asking me to write it off for you! ”

Samir wanted to say that the other party was a murderer, but he was not willing to think in the worst direction, so he could only try to believe that the other party obtained it through other channels.

"What is the write-off, it is to ask you to deal with it, so that I can sell it to others." The strong man said nonchalantly, "I finally killed that pair of dog mongrels, of course I have to get equipment." By the way, I said, how do you care so much today? I remember you weren't like that before......"

Before?

How can it be!

Even a priest who has no sense of responsibility, or who values money as his life, will not be able to help sell the stolen things of the court! Isn't this looking for death?

Then again, these people really get it by killing people, which means they ......

No, no, it must be reported to the guards immediately!

"What are you kidding, I ......"

Samir suddenly felt like a dam in his head that had opened the floodgates, filled with a flood of memories.

He remembered that he had been doing something like this the other day.

The swords of the Lower Knights, the custom armor of the regular Knights, and even the robes of the Knights of the Round Table.

On average, no less than ten figures of the Chosen One come to him every day with these things to lift the curse.

He, how could he have forgotten?

Then again, these days...... The Chosen One attacked the King's Army?

Otherwise, how could there be so many cursed items......

Samir considered himself a devout Christian and a good citizen of the king, so he decided to stabilize the other party first, and find an opportunity to report to the court to come and arrest him.

Suddenly, he remembered something more important.

The day before yesterday, there was a man who looked exactly like the strong man in front of him, and he lingered for a long time at the statue of the Virgin, and when he was treating the sick himself, he could not get out......

"Straight sissy thief!" Samir uttered the first foul language in his life since becoming a priest, "...... Blasphemous sinners! Go to hell! ”

"Wait, what are you doing...... Ahhhh ”

Then, just before he used his holy magic to lower the [Holy Hammer], the strong man and his companions fled.

A day later.

Samir wiped the stain of the image of the Virgin and, in a repentant manner, reported the sins he had committed in recent times to the bishop of the upper echelons of the Church, asking for punishment, but the bishop did not reproach him much, which surprised him, and upon inquiry, it turned out that the strange thing that he thought had happened only to himself had happened to the bishop and other priests at the same time.

They are all victims!

"I'm afraid we've been bewitched by the devil!" The bishop sighed.

"The devil? But the devil ...... Aren't they all in the depths of hell? Have they come from hell to this world? Samir couldn't believe his explanation.

"That's right, and they've blended into the country. They are immortal, cynical, and now spread across the country. ”

"Is it ......," Samir vaguely guessed the answer.

After he regained his memory, he remembered that his memory became ambiguous, it happened earlier, and the time was ...... It was about a year ago.

At that time, shortly after King Arthur ascended the throne, a new immigration policy was formulated......

"According to the judgment of the upper echelons of the church, the identity of the devil has been revealed!"

"They are the Chosen One, exotic immigrants, aka the Players."

So, in order to call for the elimination of those devils, he represented the church in the march today.