The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

The paladin was momentarily stunned, but he quickly frowned, his concern for the holy son outweighing the attraction to her beauty.

"It's all your fault! If you hadn't disturbed the Holy Son's sleep in the middle of the night, he wouldn't have gotten sick! From now on, behave yourself and don't bother the Holy Son!"

When Lloyd was directly criticized, the smile on his face instantly faded.

But soon, his gaze shifted from the butterfly to the paladin, a slight smile curving his lips, his voice light and airy.

Lovin's expression immediately turned displeased after being reprimanded, but he quickly broke into a smile.

"Your mouth can't speak, but you can sew it up. Do you want me to sew it for you?"

The paladin felt a chill run down his spine again after hearing what he said.

He tried to remain calm, telling himself not to be intimidated by this ordinary man; he was here to protect the Holy Son!

But the next second, he lost his composure.

Lovin leaned out of the carriage door, moving as nimbly as a cat, and with a swift movement, wrapped his arm around the shoulder of the Holy Son sitting outside from behind.

The butterfly, startled by the large movement, fluttered its wings but still obediently remained on his hand.

It was as if even the butterflies were attracted by his beauty and couldn't bear to fly away.

Wen Yubai froze.

A warm body pressed against my back, a faint fragrance lingering around my nose, like the scent of some kind of flower or herb.

Lovin rested his chin on his shoulder, his breath gently brushing against the side of his neck, a ticklish sensation spreading along his skin.

What the heck? Why is the main character suddenly so scary?

Wen Yubai frowned slightly and reached out to pull the person down.

But his face was gently turned around, and he met a pair of smiling, icy blue eyes.

"My Lord, Holy Child~"

Lovin's voice was soft as he whispered in Wen Yubai's ear, as if he were being affectionate.

"You won't get sick if you sleep with me, do you want to sleep together?"

Wen Yubai's mind went blank for a moment.

Even if he's stupid, he still understood this straightforward statement.

"188, I feel like the protagonist is seducing me."

That's really too... cough

188 almost couldn't hold back and blurted out "That's great!"

It knew that this was a free win for the world's consciousness, and the points were easily obtained, but Yu Bai was the one who suffered.

But afterward, it apologized profusely, and with double the points, Yu Bai would definitely forgive it.

Oh dear, that's really bad.

"No, that's not right. The protagonist might also think I'm different and is just flirting with me."

Wen Yubai pondered it carefully.

If he wants to play the role of a cold and aloof saint, then he will definitely not be like others, fawning over Lovin and obeying his every word.

This, in turn, will only fuel Loven's competitive spirit.

The less a person cares about themselves, the more they want to get the other person's attention.

That was a very challenging thing for Lovin.

No wonder the world consciousness said that many mission takers eventually fell in love with the protagonist and refused to leave this world.

If I weren't straight and uninterested in men, I would have found it hard to resist Loven's advances.

After listening to his analysis, 188 paused for a moment, then said:

【you're right.】

Wen Yubai was thinking about something, but his hands didn't stop moving. He didn't know what the protagonist had eaten, but he looked thin and weak, yet he was quite strong.

However, perhaps sensing his own rejection, Loven gradually loosened his grip.

Just as Lovin was completely pulled down by him.

"Clang!"

The paladin had already drawn his sword; a flash of cold light, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Lovin.

That usually kind and gentle face was now flushed red, his eyes wide open, and he shouted sternly:

"You are not allowed to tarnish His Holiness's purity!"

Wen Yubai: ?

Do you realize that your words have damaged my innocence?

-

Stone Village.

The villagers' attitudes were changing without them even realizing it.

Actually, it wasn't a sudden change. Back when they were building the road, some people started secretly bringing water, helping to move stones, or handing out a bowl of cool soup under the scorching sun.

There are more and more people like this now.

Some villagers would secretly leave the food they had cooked at the temple's campsite, drop it off and leave, and when asked, they would only say, "We can't finish it all."

Some little children would lie in the distance watching them work, clutching a handful of wildflowers in their hands, wanting to give them to them but not daring to.

Finally, she mustered up her courage, blushed, and stuffed the object into the priest's hand before running away.

Stone Village seemed to have been injected with vitality. Smiles gradually returned to everyone's faces, and they walked with more upright posture than before, with more anticipation for the future in their eyes.

The villagers had seen everything the people of the temple had done.

I initially thought these people were just passing by, casually giving alms and then leaving.

Stone Village has had visitors like this before; they come for a few days to make it lively, leave some things behind, and then leave in a hurry.

But the group of people in front of me is different.

They are truly hardworking and have a vision for the future of Stone Village; we should take them seriously.

Under the watchful eye of the Holy Knight Commander, the priests remained tight-lipped and never revealed their identities.

This deliberate low profile only made the villagers more certain of their suspicions.

The reason for not revealing their identity is to avoid seeking any reward.

They were genuinely kind to them; it wasn't charity or showing off, but simply and practically helping them.

The villagers weren't heartless. Although Stone Village was isolated, some people still ventured out and gained some experience.

Even if these people don't mention it, can't everyone guess?

Their demeanor, the swords at their waists, and the nephew who saved the village chief... all silently tell the story of their origins.

Finally, one day, several villagers brought cold water to the priests and hesitated before speaking:

"My lord, you must be from the Temple?"

The priests looked at each other, but ultimately did not deny it.

The Holy Son simply told them not to bring it up, but he didn't say they had to deny it, right?

This wasn't something they brought up on their own initiative; it was the villagers who asked the question.

After receiving the tacit reply, the villagers' awkwardness disappeared, replaced by undisguised emotion.

Many people had slightly red eyes, and they held back their tears while putting on genuine smiles.

"Thank you, sirs."

It turns out that the legendary priests were not aloof and detached from worldly affairs.

It turns out that even in places neglected by the gods, the temple did not abandon them.

The priests present were stunned as they looked at the villagers, a profound and indescribable shock welling up within them.

At that moment, they suddenly understood.

They used to talk about light and faith, but they never did anything concrete. Is light just a slogan?

Why did the Holy Son ask them to take off their priestly robes and observe people's lives, to experience their suffering?

And why did the Holy Son repeatedly restrain the villagers in Stone Village, forbidding them from propagating the doctrines of Light and from mentioning the Temple?

Only now, seeing the hope shining in the villagers' eyes, do they finally understand.

When people have hope in their hearts and can see the light in their eyes, they will naturally believe in the light. Why would they need to deliberately preach or spread the word?

Sunlight doesn't need to explain its warmth; as long as it shines down, everyone can feel its light.