Chapter 9

Holding the fifty silver coins he had just received, Raven ran as fast as he could to buy food.

It was rare for him to have some money, and Raven really didn't want to eat black bread. Don't think that black and white bread are just one character apart; the taste is like heaven and hell.

Back when he was broke in the game and had to satisfy the damned hunger given by the system, he could only tough it out with black bread. That stuff wasn't fit for human consumption. Eating it directly was like gnawing on a moldy door panel; you could only barely eat it after soaking it in water.

White bread was much better. At least it was made of wheat and didn't have all sorts of random things mixed in. Of course, the price was at least five times that of black bread, and only the relatively well-off could afford it.

Raven bought a pile of white bread and four bottles of milk with twenty silver coins and rushed back to Karin.

When she opened the paper bag and saw that Raven had bought white bread, Karin was stunned for a moment, then she threw away her hesitation and started eating the bread in large bites.

If she was eating so voraciously because she was hungry, Raven didn't understand why she was crying while eating.

"The bread wasn't stolen," Raven said, raising the mission receipt from the Adventurers' Guild. "I caught a thief."

Karin shook her head and swallowed the bread in her mouth. "Catching a thief isn't enough to make you put aside your hatred. You have the look of someone who has successfully avenged. And... did you take a job?"

"I..."

Before Raven could finish, he saw Karin reach for the bandage on her leg, where Punk's dagger was hidden.

After a moment of hesitation, the dagger was already in Karin's hand.

"It's a lousy dagger, but I hope to keep it forever."

Karin's black eyes stared at Raven intently. Her gaze was filled with something called stubbornness. In Raven's astonishment, Karin continued, her tone becoming resolute: "Brother, I know you're good to me. I firmly believe you would never harm me. If what you brought would lead to death and destruction, then let's face it together."

Oh my God! What is a good woman? This is a good woman!

Raven was speechless, a myriad of emotions surging in his heart. If Karin weren't his sister, he would just push her over.

Uh... wait!

Raven realized he hadn't received all the information about Karin from the deceased Raven.

Damn it, is she really his sister! Give me a straight answer, dead Raven!?

If not, then she's a foster sister! A capable sister!

Raven fell into endless confusion.

Alright! No matter how much he shouted, it was meaningless. As a good young man, even if Raven were a beast, he couldn't possibly push over a barely in-the-prime-of-her-life little girl. At most, he could look forward to what Karin would look like when she grew up.

Raven's mind was a mess, and he suddenly found himself unsure how to handle their relationship.

On the other side, the Black Eros Church was in an uproar.

Fanatics are very precious assets to any deity. The stronger the fanatic, the more faith power they provide. Often, one fanatic is worth at least twenty ordinary believers.

It's important to note that the Black Dragon was just a pseudo-god with a fragment of a divine essence, with no notable miracles. Suddenly losing a level 7 fanatic was enough to drive it mad.

The Black Dragon was known for its bad temper, cunning nature, and cruel heart. The moment Punk died, it sensed it and immediately issued a 'divine edict' to have the priests thoroughly investigate the matter.

With Raven's previous诱导 (inducement), the finger was easily pointed at the Wealth Church under the guidance of a certain god of prophecy.

For a time, the City of Wealth was bustling.

The Black Eros Church accused the Wealth Church of murdering their fanatic and demanded an explanation.

The Wealth Church, in turn, accused the Black Eros Church of stealing the treasures of the Wealth God (every copper coin of the Wealth God is its treasure) and declared that they had only issued a bounty for catching thieves.

The Black Eros Church immediately had a solid case, slammed the table, and declared it a public massacre.

The Wealth Church, which owned millions of gold coins, was certainly not a group of good men and women. A bloodthirsty guardian knight immediately flew into a rage and decided to teach the Black Eros Church a lesson in the Wealth Church's way.

Yes! This guy issued a bounty. Although it was anonymous, and it was withdrawn in less than half an hour, and it only required a good lesson for the Black Eros Church, Raven still seized the opportunity.

In another alley, Raven's left hand suddenly pressed against a Black Eros Church member's mouth, and the tip of the Obsidian Spike in his right hand easily sliced through the member's throat!

When cutting the throat, Raven deliberately deviated a bit to slow down the target's death.

As the Black Eros Church member was dying, Raven said, "Die! Die, you poor bastard!"

This was a typical catchphrase of a Wealth Church member.

Seeing the member use his last breath to draw the symbol of the Wealth Goddess's coin on the ground, Raven knew he had achieved his goal.

This time, Raven didn't touch the body or go back to claim the reward. He stopped his attacks on the Black Eros Church. The only gain was 50 points of killing experience. This was a level 1 ordinary believer, and Raven was surprised to get so much experience.

Stirring up trouble on both sides was necessary. Raven returned to the secret passage in the sewer and stole a batch of Life Holy Water from the Wealth Church. The scene was left with the Black Eros Church's trademark acid.

With everything done, it was time to watch the show. Raven disguised himself as a dirty, rustic farmer and calmly took Karin out of the city. In a small town outside the city, he rented a room in a small inn for 1 silver coin per day and settled Karin in. He stayed in a dilapidated tavern, listening to all the news from the City of Wealth.

At the same time, a negotiation destined to fail was taking place in the City of Gold.

The Wealth Church's negotiator, Barasta Seryes, was dressed in the most vulgar attire: a silk shirt, leather sleeves and boots, a gold crown studded with gems, and various small tools tied with silk ribbons at the hem.

In addition, her short top, long pants, and long stockings were all made of the most expensive fabrics and furs, with the most dazzling and luxurious designs.

Then she put on a heavy, gilded red cloak adorned with thousands of shiny metal plates and hooks.

Finally, she wore a pair of white silk gloves and a gilded staff studded with magic-infused gems.

Their attire was so luxurious that even the king would feel inferior, let alone the Black Eros Church priests who looked like beggars in comparison.

The Black Eros Church priest's eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze on the Wealth Goddess priest was filled with clear fanaticism.

Unfortunately, what Seryes disliked the most was that the other party's focus was entirely on her luxurious decorations rather than her own beauty. She knocked on the table in disgust, reminding the other party to focus on the negotiation. Every time the other party came to their senses, they would make another outrageous demand.

"What do you, the Black Eros Church, have to say about the losses we, the Wealth Church, have suffered?"

"Your theft has nothing to do with us. Instead, we demand a public apology from the Wealth Temple for the death of our believers and a compensation of one million gold coins to the Black Eros Church!"

"One million? You're robbing us!" Seryes screamed.

The negotiation didn't last half an hour before the Wealth Temple realized they could never satisfy the other party's greed.

Indeed, even if all the gold coins in the continent were brought, they couldn't satisfy the endless greed of an evil black dragon.

The result was as Raven had predicted: war broke out!

The arrogant and overconfident Black Eros Church had no defense against the Wealth Temple's methods. Those grass-headed fools didn't even realize what the bounty would bring to their side. In their eyes, blinded by the shine of gold, there was only the imagined exorbitant compensation.

The Wealth Temple didn't act because they feared that wiping out the Black Eros Church would affect their neutral image.

Once they made up their mind, the Black Eros Church was just a joke.

The Wealth Temple didn't even mobilize the city guards of the City of Gold. A simple bounty was enough to make several mercenary groups charge into the Black Eros Church headquarters.

"City Lord's Order: After investigation, the Black Eros Church is the claw of the Abyssal Demon. A cleansing order is issued. Anyone who kills the Black Eros High Priest will receive 1000 gold coins, Guardian Knights 20-500 gold coins based on their strength, Black Eros Priests 100 gold coins, Fanatics 30 gold coins, and Ordinary Believers 3 gold coins, verified by the Black Eros tattoo."

The moment the cleansing order was issued, Raven smiled.

Because of this little butterfly, the Black Eros Church was destroyed three months earlier than in the game's history.

In the game, he hadn't participated in the siege of the Black Eros Church. This didn't stop him from understanding the process through other channels.

He stayed in the small town not for any other reason, but because he knew the Black Eros Church had a secret escape route near the town.

It was a small wooden house by the river, with a small dock where a well-maintained boat was always moored. Floating down the swift river, it would take no more than five hours to reach the Ferret Swamp where the Black Dragon was.

If he didn't want to fight a naval battle, then the underground passage in the small wooden house was the last chance to intercept the Black Eros Church's core members.

Rushing back to the inn room, Karin was idly playing with Punk's dagger, the shiny dagger gleaming coldly as it darted between her slender fingers.

In the past, when he saw people play with knives, Raven always thought they were hooligans.

This time, for some reason, he found it beautiful, as if the cheap dagger had become a piece of women's jewelry, a prop for the knife dance Karin was performing.

"I'm going out to clean up the remnants of the Black Eros Church. You stay here..."

Karin stood up abruptly. "My strength has recovered. Don't treat me like a noble lady."