Chapter 9: The Princess’s New Home

“Old Qien? You’re not dead?”

At the entrance to the cellar, a group of large men surrounded Old Qien, their eyes looking at him as if they’d seen a ghost.

The explosion just now was no fake; the crater outside and the goblin fragments scattered everywhere were proof enough of its power.

But even after such an explosion, not only was Old Qien not dead, he even seemed a bit…

Excited?

“Shut your dog mouth. Are you that eager for me to die?”

Old Qien glared fiercely at the hunter who had spoken, then stomped on his toes.

The man immediately let out a howl and hopped away.

The joke over, Old Qien returned to his usual calm demeanor.

He glanced at the hunters around him and said:

“You lot, don’t just stand here gawking. Come out with me. I want you to meet someone.”

With that, he turned to leave, but as if to reassure them, he added emphatically:

“Remember to be respectful. Don’t forget what happened earlier.”

The hunters were taken aback, then their gazes darkened.

Outside the cellar, Violet was sitting quietly on the ruins.

The broken walls, the raging fire, the corpses of magical beasts, and the angelic girl.

The scene was so impactful that the hunters were momentarily stunned.

“O-Old Qien, is she the Evil God… the God’s Apostle you mentioned?”

Old Qien glanced at the hunter who had spoken, subconsciously shielding him with his body.

Then, a smile spread across his old face as he called out to Violet from a distance:

“Ahaha, Apostle, please don’t mind them. These boys are just fooling around.”

“It’s fine.”

Violet stood up, gently patting the dust off her black robe, her rose-red eyes sizing up the group of hunters.

“Are these all that are left?”

Her voice held a hint of regret, and the hunters inexplicably felt like they were being sized up as prey.

Old Qien’s heart skipped a beat, but the smile on his face grew even wider:

“Oh, it’s just some old folks and children. They already fled when the monsters attacked earlier. If you have any business, just talk to me directly, Apostle.”

“About how many people are left?”

Violet asked tentatively, already prepared for the worst.

Just as Old Qien was heading down to the cellar, she had asked Nastasia.

As long as She had five hundred followers, She could recover the first stage of Her power.

That is, the level where She could initially wield Her authority.

At that point, even if she couldn’t beat Syks to a pulp, she could at least negotiate with her on equal terms.

Old Qien hesitated for a moment before forcing himself to speak: “Probably less than five hundred.”

Violet’s face instantly fell, and even Nastasia in her arms went limp.

Noticing this change, Old Qien was so scared he didn’t dare to breathe.

But a bad premonition also arose in his heart.

This Apostle of an Evil God wasn’t planning on using the people of their village as sacrifices, was she?

“It’s fine. That’s almost enough. Have them all come back.”

As soon as these words were spoken, it practically confirmed her ill intentions towards the villagers.

Old Qien subconsciously took a step back, a strained smile on his face.

“Apostle, do you think we could perhaps discuss this tomorrow?”

As he spoke, he made a hand gesture to the hunters behind his back.

However, at that moment, an angry female voice came from afar:

“You damn b*stard, get away from my old man!”

Violet followed the voice and saw a golden-haired girl climbing out of the cellar, brandishing her staff and charging towards her.

Old Qien’s face turned pale.

He desperately tried to stop the girl who was charging like a bull, but before he could do anything, she was already in front of Violet.

Nastasia, lying in Violet’s arms, instinctively wanted to hiss.

With Old Qien’s previous example of attacking without a word, She had a bad impression of this whole group.

Sensing the movement in her arms, Violet’s expression changed.

She quickly clamped her hand over Her, afraid She would swat the other girl to death.

“Calm down, she’s your future follower!”

At the same time, she didn’t forget to give Old Qien a look, signaling him to pull the girl away quickly.

However, in Old Qien’s eyes, this look became a prelude to an attack.

Breaking out in a cold sweat, he grabbed the girl’s arm and pulled her behind him.

Then, just like that, he knelt down straight and tall.

“Apostle, Tia is just ignorant. I beg you to forgive her. I, this old man, am willing to atone with my life.”

This turn of events caught everyone off guard.

Seeing Old Qien’s knees about to hit the ground, Tia desperately tried to help him up, but he pushed her away.

Tia stumbled back, tears streaming down her face, her fingers gripping the staff so tightly they turned white.

In this tense atmosphere, Violet blinked, a confused expression on her face.

“Why does this make me look like a villain?”

These people were crucial to her future.

She couldn’t treasure them enough, so how could she possibly harm them?

Looking at the bewildered Violet, Old Qien was even more astonished than her, but he still asked cautiously:

“You’re… not angry at Tia for offending you?”

“Ah, that…”

Violet was taken aback, but a good idea came to her mind.

She looked around and said with an indifferent expression:

“I am currently in need of a place to stay.

I also want to preach here, so a church needs to be built as well.”

Hearing the last part, Old Qien felt a sense of disbelief.

“Is… that all?”

“I’ll only give you three days.”

Violet added, helping Old Qien up from the ground.

“I came here only to spread the name of the Evil God. All I want is your faith.

Your lives, your flesh, or your souls, are worthless to me.”

With that, she turned and left.

As she passed the goblin fragments, several tentacles extended, swallowing the remains.

“My kin, these guys are salty, not tasty…”

The speed of post-disaster reconstruction was much faster than Violet had imagined.

Only half of the three-day deadline she had given had passed, and two new buildings had already been added to the center of Salna Village.

One was Violet’s residence, and the other was Nastasia’s church.

Although the villagers’ houses were not yet fully repaired, and some even leaked, they at least had a place to rest.

After confirming that Violet truly had no intention of harming them, Old Qien sent the hunters to bring back the old, weak, women, and children.

At this moment, inside Violet’s small house.

The newly built house still carried the original fragrance of wood.

There were no ornate decorations, only a bed, a wardrobe, and a desk.

The desk was specially requested by Violet.

Nastasia was currently crawling ominously on it.

“My kin, my kin! This is our new home!”

The Lord Evil God seemed very excited, so much so that she left Violet’s body for the first time and began crawling around the small house, as if wanting to add her own scent to this home.

“If there’s anything you want, you can tell me. I’ll have Old Qien and the others prepare it.”

Nastasia thought carefully and found that She didn’t really need anything.

“Then add another small bed, so you don’t fight me for the blanket at night.”

“I don’t! That’s… that’s…”

The Lord Evil God’s voice became a little hesitant.

Was She going to say that an Evil God doesn’t need sleep? Then how could She openly lie in bed with Her kin?

After getting along for these few days, Violet could already read the micro-expressions of Nastasia’s tentacles.

The corners of her sternly set lips curved up.

Just as the person and the tentacle were discussing the future, there was a knock on the door of the small house.

Tia’s somewhat hesitant voice came from outside:

“Apostle, may I come in? There’s something I want to say to you.”