Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

Chapter 193: Cultists of Evil Gods

The sky was already dark, but many households in the village had their lights on. Generally, to save money, people would simply go to sleep once it got dark.

However, this place was far from any country and also believed in the God of Bountiful Harvest. The resources of the Bountiful followers were completely overflowing. As long as there was no multi-layered exploitation, it wasn't strange for life to be prosperous here.

The commotion from the carriage was quite loud, and as it ran along the village road, it provoked barking from dogs. Being able to afford to keep dogs indicated that life here was indeed decent.

Loren went directly to the side of the inn. This place could be considered a small nation-state, so having an inn was normal, though not many people would come here anyway.

"Hello, I'd like a large room..."

Loren pushed open the inn's door. The person in charge of reception was a teenage girl. She wore white clothes, a style that felt somewhat familiar to Loren.

"Okay."

When Loren had just pushed the door open, she had been lying there with her eyes closed, resting. After being woken by Loren, she wasn't angry;

instead, she felt a surge of excitement and instantly perked up.

"Welcome. I'll arrange a room for you right away. Have you had dinner?"

"We have, thank you."Anna had just wanted to say she hadn't had dinner when Loren answered first, so Anna obediently closed her mouth.

If Loren said so, he must have his own reasons.

The girl led Loren to a large room. There weren't many people in this inn;

it was very quiet. Even the attendants consisted only of this single girl.

"Where are your parents?"

Loren asked. This inn wasn't small, so having only the girl here was a bit strange.

"They went to the Church. There are more important matters. Guarding the inn is enough for me alone;

after all, everyone here is very friendly."

The girl's words carried genuine feeling. Loren didn't comment on this. He hadn't been here long and wasn't very clear about the local situation.

If the authority of the God of Bountiful Harvest was present, it was quite possible for people to truly be friendly and for a small utopia to form here.

"How much for one night's stay here?"

"No charge. To spread love and hope, we never charge passersby, only wishing for them to experience the atmosphere of our village."

The girl revealed a gentle smile, placed her hand on her chest, and then added:

"It's a pity you came a bit late today, otherwise you could have seen the atmosphere of our village. You would definitely fall in love with this place then."

"Mm, thank you."

Loren casually brushed her off with a perfunctory reply. After closing the door securely and casting a Shielding Spell, Loren began speaking to the others:

"We'll rest for one night and then leave. Whatever happens here has nothing to do with us, unless it threatens our safety.

"We'll solve dinner ourselves. Something feels off about this place;

it's best not to eat the food here."

"Okay."

Everyone had no objections. They were already accustomed to following Loren's instructions.

The inn was quite clean, with better conditions than many places. Loren didn't complain.

The night passed without incident. The next day, Loren woke up very early. On one hand, he wanted to quickly reach the village Movila had mentioned to take a look. On the other hand, he wanted to get away from this strange place as soon as possible.

"Guests are awake so early? Breakfast will take a little while longer to be ready."

Loren had just gone downstairs when he encountered the girl who had received them yesterday. The girl was still in the same old spot, and the inn was still empty.

"No need. We have urgent business and need to hurry on our way."

After giving this response, Loren headed toward the door without paying the girl much more attention.

Unlike last night, the streets this early morning were full of people. They wore identical white clothes and were singing an incomprehensible song.

"This song is truly awful."

As a Musician, Loren expressed his evaluation of this song.

"New faces? You're from out of town, right?"

Just as Loren was trying to slip away quietly, a woman wearing white clothes grabbed hold of Loren.

"Yes, but we have urgent business now and need to leave quickly."

Loren moved the woman's hand away. Unless absolutely necessary, he didn't plan to take action.

"I hope you can stay and observe a prayer session. I think you'll fall in love with this place. The prayer is about to begin."

The woman still wanted to persuade Loren to stay. At that moment, others also heard the commotion and began gathering around.

Anna had already placed her hand on her sword hilt. If they truly made any move threatening Loren, she would not hesitate to cut them down with one slash.

"No, thank you."

Loren still didn't take it seriously. He pushed aside the people blocking his way and led everyone toward the carriage.

But the moment he pushed those people aside, he discovered that these white-clad individuals had formed a circle. In the middle was a man tied to a cross. He was dressed as a priest, a priest of the Bountiful Church.

The priest saw Loren's figure in the crowd, seemingly spotting a savior. A light even shone in his eyes, but his mouth was gagged, preventing him from speaking.

"What are you doing?"

Loren casually asked and immediately heard the fanatical voices of the others.

"Judging a heretic."

The surrounding people vied to explain to Loren as if this were some sacred event, each revealing fanaticism in the depths of their eyes.

"Isn't this the territory of the God of Bountiful Harvest? He's also a priest of the Bountiful Church. Why is it like this?"

As soon as the words fell, the surroundings instantly fell into silence. Everyone's gaze focused on Loren. Loren felt their anger.

"Oh dear, we're screwed."

Now Loren had figured out what was going on. This group was most likely beguiled by an evil god or an Outer God. However, Loren still couldn't be bothered with them and planned to leave directly.

"Because the God of Bountiful Harvest cannot grant us happiness, we have chosen to convert and believe in the God of Happiness. Only the God of Happiness can grant us eternal happiness and deliver us from suffering."

A middle-aged man walked out from the crowd. Judging from the respectful looks of the others, he was the leader here, a core member among these cultists of evil gods.

He wore a smile, walked to the side of the Bountiful priest, and took out the rag gagging his mouth. The moment he could speak, he began shouting at Loren:

"Master Mentor! This is my hometown. After I returned, I discovered they were controlled by an evil god. Please help... Mmm..."

Before he could finish, his mouth was stuffed again.

"You see, he has reached a certain level of ignorance. Even now, he still shows no remorse."

"So how do you plan to deal with him?"

Loren glanced at the priest. He was looking at Loren with pleading eyes.

"We will have his parents kill him. Raising such a child is his parents' fault, and they should also make amends."

As the man spoke, an elderly couple walked out from the crowd. The woman was trying to persuade the priest to convert to the God of Happiness. After the priest shook his head, the woman slapped him across the face.