The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

Each of them had a kind smile on their face, which made people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.

The nun at the head of the group, dressed in a pure white robe, was particularly beautiful. She was 1.75 meters tall, and although her body was covered, her slender figure was still undeniable.

Every gesture he made exuded an aura of sacredness and inviolability.

"The one leading the team this time is actually the twelve chaste saints of the Holy Convent."

Boris Hayden couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

The so-called Holy Monastery is one of the three houses of the Church of the Goddess of Night.

The Holy Convent has twelve chaste saintesses, each one a rare gem, possessing not only outstanding looks and figures but also exceptional talents.

The nobles and gentlemen present couldn't take their eyes off the chaste saint.

Of course, Ron, being a gentleman, was no exception.

After all, it's rare to see such a pure and flawless woman in ordinary times.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we will represent the Church of the Goddess of Night to pray for you and to ward off illness and disaster."

The chaste saint walked into the crowd, smiled sweetly, and spoke gently:

"If anyone feels unwell, they can come for free treatment. This is a blessing bestowed upon the world by the great goddess of night."

Chapter 77 The seemingly invincible saintess! What a stark contrast?

At this moment, the morning sun shines down.

It was as if a pale golden veil had been draped over a holy maiden, creating a hazy and beautiful scene.

No one present could take their eyes off her for even a moment.

Of course, no one was thinking about those filthy things, because this saint was so holy that no one dared to desecrate her.

It is for admiring only, not for touching!

"Your Holiness, my leg was hit by a falling tree a few years ago, and it aches whenever it's cloudy or rainy. I hope you can treat me."

Everyone was immersed in the pleasant atmosphere when a middle-aged man in his forties broke the silence by rolling up his trouser leg, revealing his calf with a scar seven or eight centimeters long.

These legs are dark in color and not very thick, but you can clearly see the muscles trembling.

"Of course, my purpose in coming here is to treat everyone's injuries and illnesses."

The saintess smiled gently, then strode forward, her long legs, hidden by her white robe.

As she walked, the outline of her shapely legs could be vaguely seen through the white skirt.

Sometimes, the beauty of the veil can ignite a gentleman's desire to explore, making him want to tear off that damned robe and admire its beauty.

When I approached the middle-aged man, I smoothed out the hem of my skirt with my hand. At that moment, her round and beautiful figure was revealed in a hazy way.

Then, her shapely buttocks, tightly wrapped in the white skirt, slowly sat down, finally resting gently on her calves, forming a half-squatting posture.

This beautiful scene stirred up a great deal of excitement among the gentlemen present.

This saintess is so pure and beautiful, and her figure is breathtakingly beautiful.

Strangely, none of the people present could muster even the slightest evil thought.

"The Holy Maiden of the Goddess of the Night Church is indeed holy and beautiful; just looking at her makes one feel better."

Boris Hayden found it amazing that he couldn't get aroused by such a beautiful woman in front of him; it was truly incomprehensible.

Perhaps this is the meaning of a chaste saint.

"Indeed, just appreciating it makes one feel refreshed all over."

Burke Tyrell nodded, wondering if the Virgin Saint had a special ability to suppress the lust of those nearby.

Only in this way can it make sense.

"It is truly wonderful."

Ron couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "The chaste saints are different from ordinary women. They need to remain chaste for their entire lives and live without desires."

They are revered by thousands and possess great abilities, yet they cannot experience the pleasures of humanity's most primal desires. It's hard to say whether this is fortunate or unfortunate.

Ron felt sorry for these nuns who upheld their chastity.

Unfortunately, it's too far away to help, so all I can do is sigh in vain...

"Goddess who controls the night, your most devout follower Xilin, I pray that you will bestow your divine grace to heal the wounds and illnesses of the world."

The saintess clasped her hands together in front of her chest and prayed devoutly. Gradually, a wisp of pale golden light emanated from her palms.

Actually, this is her own ability: healing holy light.

The reason for mentioning the Goddess of the Night is to make it seem to others that all of this is a gift from God.

Doing so can strengthen the public's recognition of divine authority and God, making God's existence more real.

Then, the pale golden healing light, like a golden mist, drifted toward the middle-aged man's scarred leg and enveloped it tightly.

In just a short while, the scars faded considerably, and the underlying injuries were completely healed.

"My leg is healed..."

The middle-aged man stood up excitedly, feeling no discomfort in his calves, which seemed even more agile than before the injury.

He knelt down with a thud and kowtowed to the saintess in front of him;

"Your Holiness, thank you for healing me."

He knelt down suddenly, spoke sincerely, his expression was earnest, and he was deeply grateful.

“Sir, I am merely a servant of the goddess. You may praise the great goddess, and she will hear you in heaven.”

The chaste saint named Xilin spoke gently.

Her reason for saying this remains the same: to enhance the public's impression of the goddess of the night and the Papacy.

Under this subtle influence, ordinary people living in poverty can easily turn to the goddess of the night as a form of faith.

Their children will also be influenced by their parents and develop a good impression of the Vatican.

This is how the Vatican recruits believers and controls ordinary people.

The subsequent treatment, under the guidance of the chaste saint Xilin, proceeded very smoothly.

One by one, the people knelt down and kowtowed, praising the Goddess of Night. Everyone present had a deep memory of the Goddess of Night and her papacy.

Even if they don't become believers immediately, they will become supporters of the Church of the Goddess of Night.

"Faith is a truly terrifying force."

Seeing this, Ron couldn't help but sigh.

The power of faith to unite people is immense. Once the Papacy controls the majority of the population, along with the clergy, overthrowing the monarchy would be incredibly easy.

"They're just a bunch of fools, nothing to be afraid of."

Pullman Kyle understood what Ron meant, but as a nobleman, he was proud and believed that farmers were no different from livestock tilling the land.

Even if they were brought together, they couldn't do anything.

What can tiny ants do when they gather together, besides being noticed by humans?

"really."

Ron did not refute it, because he knew that people's opinions were extremely difficult to change.

Getting the high and mighty nobles to care about the common people is probably harder than climbing to heaven.

However, after the Virgin of Chastity said her name was Xilin during her prayer, Ron learned all about her.

The Chastity Convent, and Xilin, one of the twelve chaste saints, is not as simple as she appears.

Beneath her holy, beautiful, and radiant exterior lies a lustful heart.

The holy and virtuous Saintess Xilin enjoys being admired by the people and loves the way everyone looks up at her.

He always fantasized about being pinned to the ground and brutally treated by the people below.

While at the Vatican, he would fantasize about being bound to a cross and humiliated by believers.

She is a stark contrast to her outwardly pristine appearance.

Knowing this, Ron's lips curled into a wild smile; he had originally thought the saintess was holy.

It makes one completely unable to harbor any evil thoughts.

Now that he knew the true nature of Saintess Xilin, Ron's heart began to stir.

A proper gentleman will spare no effort to meet a woman's inner expectations and needs.

He stood up and walked towards the saintess;

"Saintess Xilin, could you please treat me?"

"Of course, sir, the Goddess of Night will take care of everyone."

Xi Lin turned around, first giving a sweet smile, then speaking gently.

That tone was like a gentle breeze on a spring night, making people's hearts itch.