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The priest says: I don’t know. Each person’s sin is different. Perhaps it is greed, perhaps it is laziness, only God knows. The only thing the priest knows is that donations are the best way to redeem the sins of the body.

Every silver coin you donate has the potential to help three fellow believers. That is redemption.

Buge, in a daze, donated most of his wealth and planned to work harder to make more money to donate. Carrying his three-month-old daughter, he came to the back hill to prepare to dig some mushrooms.

Very few people eat mushrooms in this era. This food requires a lot of fat and spices; otherwise it’s hard to eat and has little nutrition.

Therefore, Buge’s primary target is the holy mushroom, which, when dried and ground, has a strong hemostatic and healing effect. It is very popular among both the church and adventurers.

Of course, Buge would not sell to adventurers. He intended to donate to the church to redeem the sins of himself and his daughter. He didn’t notice that his daughter was actually smaller than the average baby, because he donated most of his money and couldn’t buy enough milk.

Bringing a baby up the mountain is even more dangerous. Leaving aside the snakes, insects, rats, and ants in the mountains, even the cold and damp air is enough to harm a baby.

Nevertheless, Buge was convinced that doing this was good for his daughter. He believed the Gods of Light would protect him and his daughter.

Then, he encountered a wolf. As he climbed the tree, the wolf pounced and bit off his daughter’s leg.

Buge held his daughter, wept in despair. With a wolf underneath the tree and his daughter grievously wounded, if not treated promptly, the three-month-old baby could die from blood loss alone.

Buge unleashed a faith greater than he’d ever had before, weeping and begging the gods to save them.

Ange tentatively extended his consciousness towards the crystal stele, towards the image of the baby, towards the wound on the broken leg.

With the Face Purification Technique, Ange could stop the bleeding of this kind of wound, so he attempted to use it.

Buge, on the other end of the stele, suddenly felt a power flowing into his body, his hands were lifted uncontrollably, and a divine light emitted from his palm, wiping on his daughter’s wound.

The bloody wound visibly and quickly began to heal.

“A miracle… a miracle indeed, protection of Light, protection of Light…”

As Buge murmured, something started flowing incessantly into the crystal stele.

“God, save my daughter, save my daughter, I will donate all my possessions, to redeem my sins.” Buge said agitatedly yet devoutly.

With a bit of hesitation, Ange reached his hands towards the stele, and surprisingly, his hands went through it.

He curiously embraced the image of the baby in the monument and gently pulled it out. When his hands were pulled back, an extra baby appeared in them.

“Kvada, is this even possible?” Negris’s eyes were about to pop out from their sockets. Can these crystals penetrate through space?

Buge in the projection, naturally there was no baby in his arms. He was so thrilled that he knelt down on the tree, knocking his head on the bark, “Protection of Light, eternal brilliance of the Gods, Protection of Light, eternal brilliance of the Gods…”

As he was doing this, a wolf’s howl woke him up. He looked down and saw several wolves under the tree, one particularly large and calf-sized one, was staring at him fiercely.

Buge suddenly realized that he was still in danger and began to pray loudly, “Gods protect me, grant me power, destroy the evil wolves.”

The leading wolf, with a run-up, jumped, knocked Buge down from the tree, and bit off his throat. This time, there was nothing that could invoke the protection of Light for him.

Negris floated up, Little Angel and Little Zombie came running, curiously staring at the fragile baby in Ange’s hands, reaching out to poke but hesitating.