When Arnia saw Barbara again, the saint was performing a healing spell on an elderly servant.
This is the secret stronghold of the Bane family in the north, but there are always some people for the masters to use and enslave. This old man is obviously one of the lowest.
His back was swollen high due to the heavy tasks, the clothes on his body were torn, and there was a disgusting and horrible stench, which made Ania almost frown and run away.
She swears that even the smell of the dirtiest sewer is probably much better than the smell of the other party.
Not to mention, the old man also showed a disgusting pus-filled wound on his hand that made Arnia almost throw up at the sight.
The medical system in the world of the gods is not very good. Most priests' magic arts are something that only nobles and high-level professionals can enjoy.
Ordinary civilians can only suffer by themselves when they are sick, and even better conditions can go to a few pharmacists, but most of them will only prescribe some ineffective placebos, or simply use bat droppings mixed with canvas ash to deceive people.
Obviously, with the old man's status as a servant, he usually cannot get any effective treatment at all.
At this time, he looked at the saint Barbara in front of him, with a prayer in his eyes: "This was half a month ago when I was working... I was accidentally cut by a stone knife, and it has become like this..."
"Please don't worry, God loves the world... He will definitely not let you suffer from pain forever..."
Even in the face of this kind of dirty and despicable servant, Barbara still had a gentle smile on her face, without even frowning a single eyebrow, as if she was not frightened by the smell of the other person at all.
At the same time, a layer of bright divine light has bloomed on her hand.
The healing technique with healing power stroked the wound, and in the holy light, the swelling of the wound on both sides of the opponent quickly subsided, more pus was directly removed, and a layer of bright red flesh slowly emerged.
"Okay! But try to keep your arm clean, and don't do too much work these two days!"
Barbara exhorted.
"Oh... what a... what a kind person... thank you! Good priest! I wonder if I can learn the real name of the god you serve?"
The old man asked incoherently.
"My lord is the God of Slaughter who masters killing, possesses the power of healing, and straddles the two worlds of life and death—Kukulkan!"
As soon as this was mentioned, Barbara's face suddenly became solemn, and she said solemnly.
"Kukulkan, the God of Slaughter?" The old man was a little confused, obviously he hadn't heard of this name, but he quickly realized: "This must also be a benevolent god to have a priest like you, Please allow me to donate to it…”
Trembling, the old man took out a few copper plates from his pocket, but then, he caught sight of Arnia from the corner of his eyes, his body trembled, and the copper coins in his hand fell directly to the ground.
"Honorable Miss Anya!" The old man knelt down directly, ignoring the rolling copper on the ground.
"Um!"
Ania reservedly agreed. For this kind of servant who can only live in this hidden stronghold for the rest of his life and serve his family, even just a voice is a gift, but she immediately reacted and looked at the person next to her. Barbara Saint.
"Master Saint... I'm really sorry..."
"The nobleman's attitude towards his servants is really..." Barbara shook her head, then squatted down, and picked up the copper coins that had fallen earlier.
"Your service, my lord has seen it!"
She put away a few insignificant treasures, and at the same time held the old man's hands: "Serving the gods lies in the piety in the heart. There is no difference in the value of external objects. In front of the soul, everyone is equal..."
"Master Saint, I will arrange for the other party to get an easy and safe job in the future..."
After the old man left thankfully, Ania said immediately.
At the same time, her mind slowly opened up: "A kind and kind saint? Very good, dealing with this kind of person is much easier than dealing with those orcs and barbarians..."
"It would be much appreciated if you could do that, it just doesn't work..."
Barbara shook her head, her eyes shone with wisdom, which immediately made Ania know that the saint in front of her was not as simple as she appeared on the surface.
"Today we can only do our best to help the people in front of us, but farther away, where we can't see, there are too many people like this...too many...it's not something that can be saved by personal power..."
There seemed to be something strange in Barbara's eyes.
"Of course, it's quite good that the other party can get your kind treatment. My God often teaches me the truth of accumulation and achievement..."
Barbara looked at Ania with a half-smile, her wise eyes seemed to have seen through everything.
"Before I received a notice from Patriarch Fex that you will be my liaison officer here in the future. I really trouble you..."
"Where... it's my honor to serve Her Royal Highness!"
"Very good!" Barbara raised her finger lightly, picking up Ania's chin, and there seemed to be a trace of... 'excitement' on her face
"I don't want to go out for a walk right now. I'm just a little tired. How about taking a bath first?"
Barbara suggested.
Although it was a bit strange to take a bath during the day, of course Ania would not ask any questions.
Although she felt a little disturbed and sensitive in her heart, Ania quickly brought Barbara into the huge bathroom.
The marble embossed lady holding the water bottle knelt there respectfully, and the warm water flowed continuously from the mouth of the bottle, rippling a large amount of steaming white water vapor in the huge white jade-like pool.
Barbara's youthful and wild body quickly sank into the pool, and then she waved to Ania.
"get down… "
"Huh? Me?" Arnia's head was dizzy for a while, but her body walked forward involuntarily...
…
After taking a bath, Arnia was wearing a loose robe, and there were still a few drops of water on her soft hair. She looked even more delicate and beautiful, but the expression on her face was still rather perplexed.
Just the opposite of her, Barbara seemed to be full of vitality at this time, and took her hand to another square.
"Sister Barbara!" "Sister Barbara!"
Several little boys who were exercising immediately ran up with bright eyes, and Barbara's temperament changed again at this time, as if a gentle big sister next door, greeting cordially.
This sharp contrast made Ania seem to be still in a dream, and she felt a little dizzy.
"These are..." she asked mechanically.
"These are the lost lambs taken by the warriors of our lord on the way..."
Barbara touched the head of a little boy, and looked at another devil hunter who was teaching the children here.
"How is their schoolwork?"
"They are all good, the little guys are all able to endure hardships, the best is Vegeta, his combat comprehension and literacy courses are the best..."
Hearing this, the little boy whose head was touched by Barbara immediately showed a hint of pride on his face.
"Well done!"
The smile on Barbara's face softened even more.
"It's just..." the instructor seemed hesitant to speak.
"What's the matter? Tell me something straight!" Barbara frowned. With her current decoration and beauty, this posture not only did not appear severe, but rather delicate, but the instructor trembled, as if What are you afraid of.
"There is also a child... who doesn't have the slightest understanding of the curriculum, and has a rather poor physique..."
Arnia also understood from the side.
Orphans must be cultivated by the Giant Snake Church, as a certain aspect needs manpower.
And this kind of child who obviously has no talent, I am afraid that even if he grows up, he will not be of much use value.
"What's his name?" Following the instructor's gaze, Barbara saw a thin figure squatting in a corner, as if she wished she could be completely covered in shadow.
"Lance... right? It should be the name..."
The instructor said uncertainly.
"How can you treat someone who doesn't satisfy you like this?" Barbara glanced at the instructor: "Go and call Amick, your position has been replaced..."
Facing the angry saint, the instructor didn't dare to resist at all, and walked away without saying a word.
Then, Barbara walked up to the little boy.
"Lance! Is that your name?"
"Yes... my lord!"
Lance raised his head, feeling as if he saw a figure radiating light.
The divine light shone on Barbara, looking so elegant and warm.
"I believe... you have special talents! Don't be discouraged by temporary failures..."
Barbara touched Lance's cheek affectionately, causing the blush on his face to spread all the way to his neck.
"But..." Lance's voice was almost crying.
"If you still can't face it, then pray, my God will give you courage..."
Lance gritted his teeth, feeling that his tears were about to flow out uncontrollably, and he had to do this to hold back.
In the eyes of Ania and others, what Barbara did at this time is completely worthy of the name of the saint, stretching out the hand of salvation from the light, and pulling Lance out of the shadows.
The low self-esteem boy named Lance finally seemed to have a little sunshine, and he also had the courage to face the world.
"Hmm... Strange, why do I suddenly think so..."
Ariya wiped her cheek with her hand, and she suddenly came to her senses: "... this power of infection... Father... you really gave me a difficult and terrifying task..."