Black mist descends, and I and the witches take refuge in the dungeon.

"Why are you kneeling here?"

The woman's voice was clear and crisp, yet it carried a strong sense of oppression.

The two guards knelt on the ground, heads bowed, their voices trembling:

"We offended His Excellency the Rank Holder with our rude behavior, and this is his punishment."

Upon hearing this, the woman glanced at the arc mark on David's chest and instantly understood what had happened.

She glanced at the two of them, her gaze indifferent:

"Despicable people deserve this."

After saying that, she addressed the crowd behind her:

"Dismount! Riding is prohibited within the city. Ordinary people must not be harmed!"

As the sounds of equipment clashing rang out, everyone dismounted from their horses.

Although the Holy See has done many despicable things, its overall numbers are still quite good.

Renee walked at the front, her eyes fixed straight ahead on the town, a mixture of scrutiny and calm in her gaze.

The black fog is coming; she took the initiative to apply to the Vatican to come and guard this small town.

The creatures lurking in the black mist, along with the various bizarre "evil god's graces," are beyond the capabilities of the town to handle at present.

However, just as she passed David's guards, Renee suddenly felt a thrill she had never experienced before.

"Knock knock knock!"

The sound of her heart pounding filled the air, and Renee turned around abruptly.

That was a pure and ultimate holy light magic essence!

No, the Holy See does not call its power "magic element"; they call it "holy power"!

The power of holiness comes from the people's faith in the Goddess of Light.

The purer a person's faith, the purer the sacred power they receive.

The holy power that Renee sensed from David's wound had reached almost 100% purity!

This level of purity...

Even His Holiness the Pope couldn't achieve that!

No, this power is the power of the Goddess of Light herself!

Seeing the lingering energy on David's wound, Renee's heart pounded.

She abandoned her previous calm and indifference, her voice now filled with urgency:

"Tell me! Where is that Sequencer who injured you earlier?!"

The two guards were startled by Renee's sudden approach and interrogation.

David's face, already pale from the blood and cold, turned even paler.

He stared into Renee's deep gray eyes and fell silent.

David's lips trembled, and he opened and closed them several times before managing to squeeze out a sound:

"Please forgive my rudeness, but I do not know the whereabouts of that person, and even if I did, I would not tell you."

This was David's carefully considered answer.

A Sequencer like Mir, who has no fixed power, is far more dangerous than a Sequencer like Renee, who belongs to the Holy See.

As for moral reasons, there are some, but not many.

At that moment, the Vatican believers following behind Renee also surrounded her.

One of the elderly men, with a white beard, approached and asked Renee:

"Rennie, what's wrong?"

As for the question about the old man beside her, Renee pointed directly to David's chest:

"Father Ores, please feel the purity of the holy power at the site of his wound!"

"Purity of holy power? Could it be that the Sequencer who punished him was from our Church? Even so, you shouldn't have done this..."

However, before Father Oris could finish speaking, he was startled by the pure and holy power emanating from it.

"What...what is this?! Thank God! This is a miracle! If this isn't a miracle performed by God himself, then a holy son has appeared!"

The next moment, before Renee could do anything, Father Aules spoke directly:

"There's no point in asking these two guards. Since that person chose to come to the town at this time, they are most likely here to buy supplies to get through the black fog. Therefore, we just need to find the market in the town."

Renee nodded as she listened to Father Oris's words, then straightened up and turned to the knights behind her.

Her movements were swift and decisive; she raised her hand in a gesture of greeting:

"From now on, work in pairs and search along the main road for shops. The person you're looking for has a strong holy aura. Report back immediately once you find them!"

Watching the knights leave, Renee and Father Oris stood still, their gazes fixed on the main road leading into the depths of the town.

Her short, black and white hair was blown back by the north wind, and her voice carried a hint of fervent faith:

"One hundred percent purity, Father Ores, I believe this is a revelation from the goddess to us."

As she spoke, Renee's fingertips gently rested on the armor covering her heart.

A faint golden light emanated from it; it was the resonance of holy power!

After she sensed the residual energy of that mir, the power within her body seemed to be ignited. The heat spread upwards from the inside of her armor along her skin, making her feel uncontrollably hot in this weather.

Father O, like many others, kept repeating:

"One hundred percent purity, that's something no ordinary person could achieve!"

Even His Holiness the Pope only achieved 80% of the Holy Light infusion ceremony back then...

100%! That's a level only a goddess could achieve!

"After this black fog dissipates, we must return to the Holy See and inform His Holiness the Pope!"

Upon hearing this, Renee took a deep breath, then closed her eyes to suppress the surging emotions within her.

When she opened her eyes again, her gaze had returned to its usual calm.

She strode forward, leading Father Aules along the main road into the town, the sound of her boots striking the frozen ground particularly clear in the streets and alleys.

Meanwhile, Mir had already taken Andrebel to purchase a considerable amount of extraordinary supplies.

As for where the gold coins came from...

In the six months since he transmigrated here, Mir has earned a considerable amount of medical rewards by secretly learning the Vatican's healing techniques.

Of course, that amount of money was negligible compared to the consumption of extraordinary resources.

Moreover, to be on the safe side, Mil didn't treat many wealthy people; most of them were poor, and he hadn't saved much money.

"Can you carry it on your back?"

Mil looked at Andrebel, whose face was flushed and whose back was bent from the weight, and his eyes showed a hint of concern.

Andrebel looked at Mil's supplies, which were several times more than hers, and felt ashamed.

"I can bear it, Mr. Mir. As a maid, I am truly sorry that you had to play the main role."

Mil shook his head and comforted him:

"Once this black fog clears, I will find you a teacher and help you secure your promotion to the [Knight Rank]."

Having said that, before Andrei could reply, Mir raised his head.

The sky was a shade darker than when they arrived, and the outline of the black fog in the distance was no longer a blurry horizon!

Instead, it is a massive fog wall whose layers and thickness can be discerned with the naked eye!

The wall of mist was now slowly surging along the ground, engulfing everything.