The cold moonlight penetrated the high windows, spreading silver frost on the cold floor tiles in the room.Samuel returned to his residence and stood quietly by the windowsill for a moment. The aura that he had brought back from the dark land gradually faded away.The inky black hair seemed to be washed by moonlight, exuding a pure golden luster, becoming soft and curly again, falling on the shoulders.Those cold blood-red eyes also settled back into clear and spotless white.He took off his outer robe that was stained with night dew and dust, and walked barefoot into the depths of the room.The small hot spring pool is filled with moist hot air.He stepped into the water, and the warm spring water instantly wrapped around his slightly cool skin. His long golden hair spread out like seaweed, floating on the water in the steaming heat.Beneath the water surface is a body so white that it is almost transparent, with holiness and temptation intertwined in the hazy water vapor.Samuel dipped his hands into the water, interlocked his fingertips, and placed them against his forehead.With drooping eyelashes, his pure white eyes were filled with pious grief. He whispered silently into the void, confessing to the only existence that could move his soul.He told of the nobleman's sins."...He is not worthy...Such a filthy soul is not worthy of defilement of yours..."Samuel ate the petals several times, and the power of faith has gradually transferred to Jinchen.In the distant void, Jinchen clearly felt the pain contained in every syllable.He looked at the slightly trembling body under the water, raised his hand and moved it lightly, causing ripples to spread on the water surface, gently brushing Samuel's shoulders and neck, like the gentlest caress of a lover.Samuel's body stiffened, and then he was overwhelmed by the warmth that surged up.He raised his wet face and saw a few gorgeous rose petals, appearing out of thin air like a miracle and falling on the water.He picked up a piece without hesitation and put it in his mouth, and the petals turned into a familiar warm current.“Father God…Father God…”Samuel called out anxiously, his voice tinged with tears, his pure white eyes looking particularly fragile in the mist, "Are you...are you still willing to have mercy on me?""Will you still allow me... to continue to believe in you and serve you?"He desperately needed that figure to come again and needed God's personal promise to dispel the fear caused by the darkness deep in his heart.Jinchen's fingertips stayed in the void.He casually summoned a water mirror. Having absorbed the mixed and fanatical dark beliefs of the fringe areas, the face reflected in the mirror had strange lines between the eyebrows, which was very different from the God of Light.Samuel could not appear in front of the fragile and sensitive believers in such a posture, as it would scare him.Jinchen thought about it and turned into an invisible and intangible body.He came to the hot spring, gently wrapped his arms around Samuel's body as it was soaking in the water, and put his hands lightly on his trembling back, stroking the taut skin lines very gently.At the same time, a kiss lighter than the moonlight fell on Samuel's brow and the corners of his eyes.The warm and pure golden divine power, like the softest tide, gently brushed over Samuel's body, quickly spreading a touching blush on his fair skin, like the first blooming of petals.Samuel's tense nerves completely relaxed, and his thick eyelashes drooped like butterfly wings, covering his pure eyes.He leaned against the edge of the warm pool wall, his body gently supported by the gentle force, and fell into an unguarded sleep.Her breathing was even and long, her wet golden hair stuck to her cheeks, and water droplets slid down her graceful neck.[The villain's heart rate is detected +8, totaling 18! 】-The morning light replaced the moonlight, casting a golden grid on the ground through the window lattice.Samuel woke up by the pool, wrapped in a warm blanket.All the remaining fatigue from last night was swept away, and the depths of the soul were filled with the lightness and satisfaction of being thoroughly cleansed.He stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror. The water vapor had long since dissipated, and the mirror surface clearly reflected his holy face that had returned to its original state.Samuel gathered his soft long hair to the side of his neck, turned slightly, and saw a pink mark on the fair skin below the shoulder blade, as if it had been kissed.Samuel hugged himself, gently stroked that place with his fingers, and his eyes were filled with happiness that was about to overflow.This is a sign of the Father's favor.He solemnly put on the soft inner garment, and then put on the spotless white robe that symbolized his priestly status, properly concealing the mark of God's grace under the cloth.In the afternoon, Samuel came to the Vatican's huge and ancient library alone.Under the tall dome, the air was filled with dust and the unique old smell of parchment scrolls.The sunlight shines through the stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows.The slender blond priest strolled among the deep bookshelves, his fingertips brushing across the dusty ancient scrolls.In the Church, which unified the continent with the belief in light, the records about the "Dark Evil God" had long been deliberately buried or destroyed, like forbidden poisonous weeds.Jinchen hid behind the shadow of the bookshelf, watching his believers searching with an almost stubborn seriousness, and couldn't help but chuckle.He quietly stretched out his fingers, and an invisible force passed by like a breeze.I also secretly took a few... self-portraits.A thick, ancient and mysterious tome suddenly slid down from the bookshelf above Samuel's head without any warning.With a loud thud, it landed right at Samuel's feet.Then, several scrolls tied with dark ribbons and with badly worn edges also loosened and rolled within his reach.Samuel bent down, picked up the heavy book, and brushed off the dust on the cover.Turning over the yellowed pages, obscure records about ancient gods come into view.He flipped through the pages intently until he came to one of them.It depicts a full-length portrait of a deity in fine brushstrokes.The deity in the painting stands tall, his face shrouded in a hazy halo, his features are not very clear, but his outline, the charm between his eyebrows...Samuel's heart skipped a beat.how come……How could the statue of the Dark Evil God be so similar to the statue of the God of Light Zephyros?He was so frightened that he even ignored the possibility that the scroll had fallen by sheer coincidence.At this moment, the sound of the heavy door of the library being pushed open was heard, accompanied by a familiar voice that was deliberately softened."Samuel? So you're here."Samuel almost instinctively closed the book in his hand, and quickly put the scattered scrolls at his feet that he had not had time to check, as well as the suspicious book, into the space magic ring on his index finger.Branwen walked over slowly with a gentle smile on her face, her eyes casually sweeping over Samuel's empty hands and the surrounding bookshelves.Branwen could not suppress the jealousy and confusion that surged in his heart, wondering why the Father's grace fell so frequently on Samuel.He was eager to find out the secret."Are you looking for any specific information?" Branwen asked in a light tone.Samuel turned around, his pure white eyes were calm, even a little arrogant, "Nothing, just casually looking at some old scrolls."Branwen's eyes flashed with disappointment.He obviously had no interest in these dusty ancient books.But he quickly adjusted his expression and showed a smile full of admiration, "Don't waste time here, Samuel. Let's go pray to God the Father? Bathing in His glory, this is what we should do most, isn't it?"Jinchen clicked his tongue and looked far away at the circular dome located in the center, which was faintly flickering with the holy light of the power of light.