In the party, there are soul hunters, but most of them are ordinary people.

Many ordinary people who can't survive will also choose to join this ranks when they are forced to be helpless.

The moral standards of the soul hunters are getting lower and lower, which is not a good thing.

Ansel knew this dilemma in his mind. But this is not something he can turn around alone.

Because the strength of the soul hunters is not strong now, the evil organization often finds excuses to constantly suppress them.

And the more indulgent, the more bottomless those soul hunters, there are a few who are very powerful.

So everyone can only endure it.

Ansel walked slowly down the street, scanning the stalls.

There are exquisite jewelry pieces that were precious in the past, and there are ordinary boxed instant noodles with an expired date. There are also some strange-looking stones and woods.

Kuroshio is not completely fixed and has a constant range.

The so-called Kuroshio current is a tide with ups and downs, subtle ebb and flow.

So there are also many people, in order to earn food, Baba waits for the tide to recede, and goes to the edge of the Kuroshio to pick up something that looks usable.

These people, Ansel called them scavengers.

It's just that these scavengers seem to have increased in number recently....

He frowned slightly and swept over a scavenger's stall, on which there was very little to see. In addition to the stones and wood, there are also all kinds of drinking water and food that the scavengers find in those abandoned buildings.

Although most of them are inedible, and the pollution index is off the charts, for soul hunters, they may be able to find a way to purify it.

Seek out the priests who believe in the Light to purify and separate the edible portions, so that they can also be counted as food.

Ansel is looking for a stall that is very popular among the scavengers, and he usually looks for things in that stall.

The other party didn't come today.

"What about Sora, why didn't you see her come out to set up a stall?" he asked.

"Sora won't be coming to set up a stall in the future. She had become a member of the Church of the Salvationian, and now that she had food and drink, she couldn't see this gain. A stall owner on the side replied in a sour tone.

"Salvation Cult?" Ansel, as a well-known soul hunter leader in the vicinity, also has a soul hunter team of more than ten people under his command, and once there was one person in the team who went to participate in the Salvation Cult, but then he was silent.

"What, is the Salvation Cult growing so fast now?" Ansel asked, stunned.

"It wasn't good before, it was tepid, but in the last week, they've been doing business a lot. It is said that food and drink are often distributed every day. The perks were excellent!"

A stall owner on one side replied in an envious tone.

"The welfare is very good, where do they get the food? Do you think that everyone is from the Holy City?" Ansel was stunned.

"Holy City, maybe they are a down-line organization developed by forces like Holy City?" someone couldn't help but whisper.

Ansel stopped talking.

As long as people want to deceive themselves, no matter what the situation, they will find many reasons.

The surrounding stall owners seemed to be opened into a chatterbox, and when the Salvation Cult was mentioned, they all started talking one by one.

In the midst of a bunch of words, suddenly a sentence caught Ansel's attention.

"It is said that even in the Holy City, there are people from the Salvation God Sect!"

"Holy City ....." Ansel fell silent slightly.

He had a vague premonition of bad luck.

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Tree Minton.

Kadulla walked down the street with an umbrella and a drizzle.

It's been more than two weeks since the ontology retreat.

For two weeks, she would let herself and her doppelganger take to the streets every day, patrolling around and stabilizing order throughout the city.

It is precisely because of her that the city is so stable.

Kadulla beauty salon, it's not just a taboo name. It's also a kind of sign.

"If you don't obey, I'll send you to the Kadula beauty salon!" is not just a joke used by parents to intimidate their children.

"If you cry again, I'll ask Kadula to come in and take you away!"

Parents also like to say something else.

These are all vividly reflected, and today's Kadullah has a great image in the holy city.

The beauty salon she opened, as long as it is found that there are lawbreakers, especially those who are beyond the jurisdiction of the law, and are exploited and played by the sidelines.

Such people, Kadullah, will give them a beauty package for free.

Of course, it's not the real face that is beautified, it's the heart.

Through certain whitewashing techniques unique to the temple, every guest who enters the Kadura beauty salon can be like a spring breeze, let go of everything, and thus willingly join the family of the beauty salon. Be a part of Kadullah.

Yes.

"That's how I plan to perfectly express my aesthetic. Kadullah thought back with a little pride on what she had done during this time.

"My brother is in retreat, and as a younger brother and sister, I naturally have to share everyone's worries. Beauty salons are not only about people, but also about cities.

I'm doing beauty for the whole city, for their minds. ”

Kadulla felt that her mission was getting heavier and heavier, but this feeling of carrying a mission, although it was also feared and feared, did not disgust her.

Walk past a newly opened bakery.

Through the glass door of the bakery, she saw that the clerk inside had a slightly sickly complexion, carefully explaining something to a few customers.

Although the distance is more than ten meters, there is a heavy gate.

But Kadullah could still hear the voices inside.

Some terms about the Messianism keep appearing in the store staff's introductions.

She seems to be trying to get guests on board. As long as you join, you can get a discount on the purchase of bread.

One fold?

It's almost for nothing.

The two guests also vaguely showed a look of temptation.

Kadullah stood outside the door, quietly watching the people inside.

She had heard the name of the Church of the Salvation before.

This organization seems to be a non-governmental organization, and it also went to the temple to record the civil religion.

The acts they engage in are also legal. There is no gathering of people to make trouble, and there is no propagation of any evil ideas to disturb society.

The only thing they do is to find a lot of supplies from the Kuroshio area outside every cycle, and then sell them to the members at a very low price.

Kadullah doesn't care how these small sects survive and how they pull people, he only cares about whether there is anything wrong with each other.

Standing outside the door and listening for a while, she was sure that there was nothing wrong with the conversation of the people inside. Only then did he slowly pac in other directions.

Just where he didn't notice.

After the two guests ate the free food given to them by the clerk, their pupils began to change slightly.

Even they themselves are unaware of this change.

Customers are simply happy that they are buying cheap and good bread.