There were soul hunters in the gathering, but most of them were ordinary people.
Many ordinary people who could not survive and were forced to join the ranks.
The moral standards of the soul hunters were getting lower and lower, which was not a good thing.
Ansel knew this was a difficult problem. But this was not something he could turn around alone.
Because the soul hunters were not strong enough, the Darksiders often found excuses to suppress them.
The more they indulged themselves, the more they had no bottom line. Among the Soul Hunters, there were a few who were very powerful.
So everyone could only bear with it.
Ansel walked slowly on the street, glancing at the things on the stalls.
There were precious and exquisite jewelry from the past, and there were ordinary instant noodles that had expired. There were also some weird-looking stones and wood.
The range of the Blacktide was not completely fixed and unchanging.
The so-called Black Tide was like the tide, with its ups and downs, the subtle ebb and flow.
So many people, in order to earn food, would wait for the tide to recede and go to the edge of the Blacktide to pick up things that looked useful.
These people, Ansel called them scavengers.
But recently, the number of scavengers seemed to have increased again.
He frowned as he glanced at the scavengers' stalls. There were very few things to see. In addition to stones and wood, there were all kinds of drinking water and food that the scavengers found in the abandoned buildings.
Although most of them were inedible, and the contamination index was off the charts, for the soul hunters, perhaps they could find a way to purify them.
They could find a cleric who believed in the holy light to purify them and separate the edible parts. That way, they could be considered as food.
Ansel was looking for a street stall that was very popular among the Scavengers. Normally, he would look for things at that stall.
But today, she did not come.
"Where's Sora? Why didn't I see her setting up the stall? "he asked.
"Sora will not set up the stall anymore. She has become a member of the Church of Salvation. Now that she has food and drinks, she doesn't care about the harvest anymore, "a stall owner said in a sour tone.
"The Church of Salvation?" Ansel was a famous leader of the soul hunters in the area, and he had a team of more than ten soul hunters under his command. Once, one of them joined the Church of Salvation, but he was never heard from again.
"Why? Is the Church of Salvation developing so fast? "Ansel asked in surprise.
"It wasn't that good before, it was lukewarm. But in the past week, their business has been very frequent. It was said that they were often given food and drink every day. The benefits are great! "
A stall owner on the side replied in an envious tone.
"The benefits are very good? Where would they get food? Do you think everyone is from the Holy City? "Ansel was stunned.
"Holy City? Maybe they're an underground organization developed by a force like the Holy City? "someone could not help but whisper.
Ansel did not speak again.
As long as people wanted to deceive themselves, no matter the situation, they would find many reasons.
The surrounding stall owners seemed to have become chatterboxes. As soon as the Church of Salvation was mentioned, they began to talk one after another.
Suddenly, a sentence caught Ansel's attention.
"It is said that there are even people from the Church of Salvation in the Holy City!"
"The Sacred City …" Ansel fell silent.
He had a bad feeling about this.
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Shermanton.
Khadula held an umbrella and walked peacefully on the street, shielding herself from the drizzle.
It had been more than two weeks since her real body went into seclusion.
In these two weeks, she would let herself and her avatar out on the streets every day, checking and patrolling, and stabilizing the order of the entire city.
It was because of her that the city was so peaceful.
Khadula Beauty Salon was not just a taboo name. It was also a symbol.
"If you don't behave, I'll send you to Khadula Beauty Salon!" This was not just a joke used by parents to scare their children.
"If you cry again, I'll ask Khadula to come in and take you away!"
Parents also liked to say another thing.
All these vividly reflected that Khadula's image in the Holy City was as high as it could get.
In her beauty salon, as long as there were people who violated the law, especially those who were not under the jurisdiction of the law, and who were taking advantage of loopholes and the edge, they would be punished.
For such people, Khadula would give them a beauty package for free.
Of course, it was not the face that was beautified, but the heart.
Through some special whitewashing techniques of the Holy Sanctum, every customer who entered Khadula Beauty Salon would feel like a spring breeze, letting go of everything and willingly join the family of the beauty salon. To become a part of Khadula.
Yes.
"This is my plan to perfectly showcase my aesthetics." Khadula thought proudly about what she had done recently.
"Brother Body is in seclusion, and as his younger brother and sister, I have to share the burden. The beauty salon does not only beautify people, but also the city. I am beautifying the people of the city, beautifying their souls. "
Khadula felt that her mission was getting heavier. But the feeling of carrying a mission, although feared by others, did not make her feel disgusted.
She walked past a newly opened bakery.
Through the glass door of the bakery, she saw the clerk inside with a slightly sickly look, carefully introducing something to a few customers.
Although it was more than ten meters away, and there was a heavy door between them.
But Khadula could still hear the voices inside.
Some terms about the Church of Salvation kept appearing in the clerk's introduction.
She seemed to be trying to get the customers to join. As long as they joined, they would get a 10% discount on the purchase of bread.
10% discount?
That was almost like giving it away for free.
The two guests also seemed to be slightly tempted.
Khadula stood outside the door, quietly watching the people inside.
She had heard of the Church of Salvation before.
The organization seemed to be a harmless folk organization, and they had gone to the Holy Sanctum to register as a folk religion.
What they did was also legal. They did not gather people to cause trouble, nor did they preach evil ideas to destabilize society.
The only thing they did was to find a lot of supplies from the Blacktide area every once in a while, and then sell them to their members at a very low price.
Khadula did not care how these small sects survived or how they recruited people. She was only concerned if there was something wrong with them.
She stood outside the door and listened for a while. She was sure that there was nothing wrong with the conversation inside. Only then did he slowly walk in another direction.
But in a place that he did not notice.
After the two customers ate the free food given to them by the clerk, their pupils began to change slightly.
Even they themselves did not notice the change.
The customers were simply happy that they had bought bread at a low price.
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