I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

If this isn't a fat sheep, then what is?

In the corner, a mercenary and a dwarf reeking of alcohol exchanged a glance, and simultaneously revealed a knowing smile.

Chapter Seventeen: Then he deserves to die even more.

"Hey kid, we're a bit short on cash lately, we were thinking of borrowing some gold coins from you."

As soon as Lynn got the key, he found that mercenaries and dwarves blocked his way.

The mercenary casually rested his hand on the longsword at his waist, while the dwarf simply slung a heavy axe over his shoulder, the blade reflecting a greasy sheen in the dim light.

The mercenaries at the other tables in the lobby stopped arguing and looked over with ill intent.

The shop owner behind the bar slowly put the gold coin Lynn had placed on the bar into the cash box, his smile becoming even more meaningful.

Hey!

Lynn sighed heavily.

According to the typical plot of those wish-fulfillment novels he had read in his previous life, the protagonist should have sneered, exuding an aura of dominance, and then, with a few punches and kicks, had beaten these ignorant bastards to a pulp before leaving gracefully under the awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd.

Putting aside the angel with broken wings, he was just a nobody whose level was so low that it could be ignored.

So, after much deliberation, Lynn decided it was time to unleash his ultimate move.

He took a deep breath and suddenly opened his mouth wide.

"Help!"

The scream was crisp, loud, and highly effective.

Everyone was stunned.

The mercenaries and dwarves, who were about to make their move, clearly did not expect this fat sheep to react this way.

The mercenaries watching from the corner were also taken aback, then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, is this kid scared out of his wits?"

"I thought he was some tough nut to crack, but he's just a pushover!"

The shop owner behind the bar was laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

However, before their laughter could fully dissipate, a whooshing sound suddenly came from outside the hotel!

"call out--"

The hotel’s already somewhat old wooden door suddenly burst open with a large hole.

A long, silver-white sword flew precisely into the hole.

"Pfft!"

The longsword pierced the mercenary's chest from behind, the tip of the sword spurting a stinging spray of blood as it emerged from his chest.

The mercenary's face froze in astonishment. He looked down in disbelief at the thing that had appeared on his chest, opened his mouth, but only a mouthful of blood gushed out.

The next second, right behind him, Lisa appeared out of thin air, one hand on the mercenary's shoulder and the other gripping the hilt of his sword.

"Shh!"

The longsword was suddenly pulled out.

The tall mercenary fell forward to the ground, and then fell silent.

Everyone turned their astonished gazes to the nun who had suddenly appeared.

nun.

In the Kingdom of Orentia, this image is almost synonymous with holiness and redemption.

But this nun, in the blink of an eye, took a person's life.

This stark contrast sent a chill down the spines of these hardened criminals who had lived on the edge of death.

Just now, outside the inn, when Anna and Lisa led the horses to the stables, Anna only stood for a moment in the open space next to the stables before she sensed something was wrong.

Beneath this land lie the remains of hundreds of people who died with their eyes wide open in disbelief.

Resentment was palpable.

This is also why Anna allowed Lisa to start killing directly.

The people in the hotel are deeply sinful and there is no possibility of them being redeemed.

The only thing we can do with such scum is to make them pay with their blood.

"Kill her!"

Someone shouted out.

The remaining dozen or so mercenaries in the lobby reacted instantly, grabbing their weapons and standing up with fierce glints in their eyes.

In their view, the other party was only one person, and that person was a woman.

There are over a dozen of them, are they afraid of her?

Lisa didn't even bother using her identification skills.

She could clearly sense that none of the rabble in front of her were above level 20.

Their "job" most likely involves robbing and murdering ordinary travelers passing through the area.

Once they encounter a truly powerful being, they will sheathe their fangs, disguise themselves as a normal inn, and let the other party rest before leaving as soon as possible.

kill.

Without pausing, Lisa swung her longsword directly at the still-shocked dwarf.

The dwarf instinctively raised his heavy axe to parry.

"clang!"

With a crisp sound, the seemingly heavy axe was cleaved in two by Lisa's sword.

The dwarf felt a blur before his eyes, followed by a chill on his neck.

His head flew into the air, and scalding blood gushed out, splashing onto Lynn's face, who was closest to him.

In his previous life, as a model 21st-century youth, the bloodiest and cruelest scene he had ever witnessed was a chicken accidentally run over by a truck in the market.

Logically speaking, upon suddenly witnessing such a scene of heads flying everywhere and blood spurting, even if his sanity didn't plummet, he would at least experience severe physical discomfort.

But... there's nothing there.

His heartbeat was steady, his stomach didn't churn, and he didn't even feel the slightest bit panicked.

Perhaps it was his high sanity level of 120 that was at play, but he remained completely unfazed by the scene before him, which resembled a horror movie.

Lynn calmly raised his hand and wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve.

"There's another one over there."

He pointed to a skinny mercenary huddled under the table.

Upon hearing the sound, Lisa flashed forward, her longsword piercing through the table and the mercenary's body.

What followed was a completely one-sided massacre.

Lisa's figure kept flashing in and out of the lobby, and every time she drew her sword, she inevitably took a life.

Soon, the only people left in the lobby besides Lynn and Lisa were the shop owner, who was slumped behind the bar.

"Spare me...spare my life!"

The shopkeeper hurriedly carried out the money box at his feet and poured all the silver coins and the dozen or so gold coins that gleamed with an alluring luster onto the table.

"These...these are all yours, please, let me go, I was forced by them."

Just then, the hotel door with a large hole in it was slowly pushed open.

Anna walked in from outside.

The shop owner's eyes lit up the moment he saw Anna.

No wonder this nun looked so familiar; she's the disciplinary nun who's always by Her Highness's side.

saved.

He scrambled toward Anna, letting out a cry of relief.

"Your Highness! Save me! I was wrong, I truly repent!"

Anna stopped and looked down at him.

"You know me?"

"Of course! Of course I know you!" The shopkeeper nodded frantically. "Your good deeds are widely known around Windrise City. Every customer who comes here tells of your kindness and greatness."

"I see."

Anna murmured softly, and then she slowly opened her palms to the expectant shopkeeper.

The next second, a beam of light shot out and pierced the shop owner's forehead precisely.

Anna withdrew her hand, her voice softly echoing in the blood-soaked hall.

"Then they deserve to die even more."

Chapter Eighteen: A Paradise

As soon as she finished speaking, a pure white staff appeared out of thin air in Anna's hand. The staff was smooth and had a gem that emitted a soft light at the top.

She raised her staff and gently shook it in mid-air.

A strange thing happened.

The mangled corpses in the lobby, along with the bloodstains on the floor, vanished without a trace in an instant, and even the heavy smell of blood in the air faded away.

That's great!

Lynn's eyes lit up.

Although the shop owner is dead, he still needs to stay in the shop; he doesn't want to live with a bunch of corpses.

Anna's purification technique is practically an essential skill for home, travel, and even for silencing witnesses.

"Let's go upstairs," Lynn said to the two of them, having taken the keys.

However, Anna did not move.

“Let us go to the stables and offer our blessings to those who died unjustly.”

Lynn paused for a moment, somewhat confused about Anna's meaning.

A person who died unjustly? A blessing?

He subconsciously assumed Anna was referring to the bandits who had just been killed in the inn.

“They deserved to die, what’s there to bless?” Lynn blurted out.

These scumbags have the blood of countless innocent travelers on their hands. Killing them would be too lenient for them. Why would they offer blessings?

The saintess's thoughts are truly unfathomable.

Anna did not answer his question, but simply looked at him calmly.

"Want to come along?"

Lynn thought for a moment and then nodded.

I feel safer with Anna than alone in this empty hotel.

Outside the door, the evening drizzle had started to fall without anyone noticing.

Fine rain threads wove a gray net, enveloping the world within it.

The twilight, which should have been magnificent, was completely covered by thick, dark clouds, leaving only a pale afterglow on the horizon.

The air was damp and cold, carrying the earthy smell of soil.

Anna erected a shield of holy light to keep the rain out, and led the two to the stables behind the inn.

This place was even older than the hotel lobby, with rotting straw and horse manure mixed together, emitting a foul odor.