Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint.

Chapter 616 The Treasures of the Gods

A city of mountains and forests.

“Miss Lophier, thank you for your hard work. If it weren’t for you, we might have continued to suffer until Miss Celia arrived at some unknown time.”

Phil, using the alias "Lophier," is talking with the city lord and other nobles.

Amidst the numerous compliments from nobles, Phil merely nodded or responded with a word or two.

Although she was born into nobility, she did not enjoy interacting with aristocratic groups.

Because every nobleman wore a fake smile and flattered her because of her status.

Phil prefers genuine, heartfelt smiles, especially the smiles of patients she has successfully treated, which give her immense satisfaction.

In truth, the smiles of the city lord and the nobles were more or less genuine, but they still carried the fake smiles that Phil disliked.

After a brief pause, Phil said, "I don't have Celia's efficiency. Purifying 500 people at a time is my limit. I'm sorry, maybe I need more time."

The city lord immediately said, "It's alright, it's alright, take your time."

Phil added, "There's another problem: the method I'm using isn't sure if it can last for a month."

"I'll make it as long as I can, thank you very much. It would be even better if Miss Lofeel could stay in the Forest City forever."

Phil shook his head, got up, and walked outside.

"Time is of the essence, let's treat everyone first."

Once outside, the city lord of the mountain city had already followed the example of other cities and placed those who needed treatment in the square.

Unlike Celia, Phil cannot purify a large number of people at once, but her individual purification efficiency is unmatched by Celia.

Accompanied by some guards, Phil walked past rows of patients, some sitting and some lying down. Wisps of gray mist flew out from the patients' bodies and disappeared into Phil's body.

A faint gray mist emanated from Phil's body, but it was all covered by the golden purification light covering his body.

The large amount of gray fog was purified and dispersed, returning to the abyss.

In addition to the removal of contaminants from the patient's body, even a significant amount of the hazy, foggy air surged into Phil's body.

As she walked, everyone looked relaxed and admired Phil.

Phil's face slowly turned pale, but the pollution in the air, which carried elements of life, returned to her cheeks after entering her body.

Between the red and white lines, Phil slowly walked to the end of all the teams.

Just as she was about to finish the purification work, a voice came from the side, "Phi...Lophiel, please wait a moment."

Phil looked up, his eyes widening, and a name slipped out: "Beno...?"

"Lofeel, hello there, do you remember me?" Benovia, who wasn't pretending, winked playfully at Lofeel.

Phil tilted his head, somewhat puzzled. "What are you doing here?"

“I have been guided by the gods to come and protect their treasures.”

As she spoke, Benovia emphasized the word "treasure".

Then she saw a look of panic on Phil's face.

She turned to the soldiers who were following her and said, "You go back first. This is my friend. I have a lot to say to her."

The guard was taken aback: "Miss Lophiel, this won't do! The city lord specifically ordered us to protect you. If you..."

Before Phil could speak, Benovia interjected, "Don't worry, Lophiel is a fourth-tier mage. All of you combined wouldn't be enough to defeat her."

Benovia's words focused on the 'fourth tier' as a warning to them.

Phil was merely a white-clad angel who came to help people; he was neither the city lord's subordinate nor an honorary noble of the elven race. They had no right to demand anything of Phil.

After saying that, Benovia pulled Phil away, who wanted to speak, and used magic to pull her away from where they were and into the restaurant that Benovia had booked in advance.

Phil looked around, then at Benovia, his face full of surprise: "Is this spatial magic?"

Benovia nodded. "It's just a fourth-tier spatial spell, nothing to brag about." After this casual explanation, Benovia looked curiously at Phil in front of her. "Phil, how did you end up like Celia, coming to the Elven realm to heal and save people?"

Phil blinked. "I'm a holy priest, isn't healing and saving lives the most normal thing for me?"

"Is there really nothing else going on?" Benovia asked with a smile. "Like receiving divine revelation or something."

Phil shook his head: "No, I came because I wanted to."

Benovia sized up Phil. She knew a lot about these 'competitors' and knew that Phil's emotions were written all over her face; she could tell what Phil was thinking just by looking at her expression.

She really didn't receive any divine instructions.

On second thought, Benovia understood.

No wonder they specifically called me here; the 'treasure' the deity spoke of is clearly Phil. I just don't know why they called me here.

Surely she doesn't want me to be her bodyguard?

Benovia seemed lost in thought.

Don't tell me, it's really possible.

Although Phil has reached the fourth rank, she knows very few offensive spells. She only taught them to the puppet out of necessity, and she didn't learn them herself.

In addition, Phil's combat experience is mostly focused on support combat. While she can't say she doesn't fight alone, it's more accurate to say that the cat has more hissing gestures than she does.

"And Benovia, what are you doing here all of a sudden?" Phil asked.

If she remembered correctly, Benovia should be either helping to separate the contamination at the border or in the Protoss Forbidden Lands; she couldn't possibly be here.

“I have received divine revelation to find a treasure.” Benovia stared at Phil, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"A treasure revealed by the gods?" Phil asked curiously. "What is it? Do you need my help? Although I'm not very strong in combat, I can assist you."

“No need,” Benovia said, “because I’ve already found it.”

"Oh, I found it. That's good. Congratulations!"

Aren't you going to ask me what kind of treasure I'm looking for?

"I asked, but you didn't answer."

“Actually, you know about the treasure too.” Benovia blinked.

Phil was taken aback: "I know that too?"

The white-haired girl lowered her head, thought carefully for a moment, and then shook her head.

"I don't think I know of any treasures that Benovia would need to specifically search for."

"That divine treasure."

Benovia chuckled.

"Far away, yet so close."

"Far away, yet so close at hand?"

Phil was still a little confused until a moment later, when she saw Benovia still looking at her, she suddenly realized what was happening and her expression turned panicked.

"You...you're talking about me, right?"

Benovia smiled and said, "Of course... just kidding."

"What?! You scared me to death!"

Phil looked around nervously, afraid that Ross might suddenly appear out of nowhere.

Ross watched, seemingly lost in thought.

He really wanted to suddenly appear.

(End of this chapter)