Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

"Strange, why haven’t we seen that old man Tetu since just now?"

Olivia, standing by, frowned and then said, "Forget it, who cares about him. I’ll drink my wine and eat my meat."

She picked up the big piece of roast meat, bit down, and a joyful expression appeared on her face. Clearly, she too was someone who truly enjoyed the festive atmosphere.

Leaning on his cane, Luxius gazed at the twinkling fireworks in the sky, momentarily lost in thought.

It seemed like many years ago, he too had frolicked at a celebration like this with a group of people.

Back then, beside him were the beautiful girl he liked and the adventurous companions who fought alongside him. Looking back now, time had unknowingly passed by a lot.

Forget it, he thought, I should find a chance to meet those guys, wondering how they are now.

...

In a dark corner, the outside was bustling with noise.

Three people hidden in the shadows, looking outside, swallowed hard as they occasionally caught whiffs of delicious scents, gritting their teeth in frustration.

"Bishop Allen, what should we do?" the infiltrator in the shadows said with a near-crying face.

"Currently, I can sense more than ten transcendents outside, and some even more terrifying entities that I dare not probe into. If you don’t want to die, just hold it in," said the person referred to as the bishop, grinding his teeth—they hadn’t even had the chance to eat today.

The ones speaking were Bishop Allen and the infiltrator Chris from the Dark Sun Church. Alongside them was another individual, his head covered with a hood, his mouth gagged, making muffled noises.

Judging by the large build, he seemed to be... a barbarian?

The Kaela people’s speeds were incredibly fast; they hadn’t even had the chance to evacuate when they found that numerous professionals had already settled in the vacant homes nearby.

"Trouble, the professionals from Lancaster have been increasing recently!" Bishop Allen snorted coldly. If it wasn’t for... if it wasn’t for the sake of the god he revered, he wouldn’t be hiding like this.

He wanted to see his beloved god, but too many threats surrounded the deity. Without a way to distract these threats, he couldn’t get close to His Grace.

"Just wait a bit longer!" he could only say this in his heart.

Hiding in the shadows, Chris felt utterly wronged; he had been extremely stifled these days.

First, the Earth Mother Goddess Church sent a group of competent priests and nuns who directly moved into the house next to theirs.

Before they had a chance to leave while those priests and nuns were away at church, a Transcendent Mage from the Magic Goddess Church arrived on the right side.

The pressure was already high enough, who could have expected the Church of the God of Literature to also step in.

They suddenly sent out nearly 30 core members, clearly poised to make a big move in the territory.

All this time he had been consulting Bishop Allen for advice, which was actually hinting to Lord Allen that it was too late to leave now.

And now, even the knights from the Lion Heart Battle Group had appeared in the town. Trying to slip away directly would definitely be spotted by these stern, great iron cans.

In terms of anti-infiltration, the Lion Heart Battle Group had a lot of experience, all learned through blood and tears.

After all, in the Royal Capital of the Duchy of England, many infiltrators had already been beaten by the group’s members to the extent that they dared not roam freely in the shadows anymore.

In the end, an accusation of "suspicion of infiltrators stealing the privacy of Royal Capital residents" might get someone sent directly to the Royal Capital prison to ’enjoy’ the pleasure of solitary confinement in a dark cell.

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Resist? How could they dare resist!

Lose and end up in the hospital, then jail; win and be beaten by even stronger knights, ending up in a longer jail term. Only fools would fight those group members!

They get to be happy, it doesn’t concern me.

This was the real portrayal in Chris’s heart now.

Smelling the aroma of the roast meat drifting in from outside, he felt even more covetous at the moment.

He thought about it for a moment and finally couldn’t help but say, "Lord Allen, since the celebration is so lively, I’m going to slip out later to find something to eat. I doubt anyone will notice..."

He hadn’t finished speaking when Allen gave him a beating.

"This serves you right for being greedy! Who else but us could be Infiltrators in Lancaster!

I even saw that the Magic Monarch had already arrived at the territory. Didn’t you hear the inside information from the Church, that His Majesty’s reincarnation was forced to become Luxius’s student?

All you care about is your own mouth. Aren’t you afraid of being beaten to death for causing trouble for His Majesty!"

Chris let out a wail of misery.

How unlucky, why did he have to encounter such a situation?

At that moment, a slowly moving cart gradually came to a stop at the end of the road.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Bishop Terry had joined the line of carts, pulling one cart with one hand, his eight-pack abs and robust biceps especially noticeable.

It seemed every detail was telling others that one punch from him could be deadly.

He jumped onto the stage at the end of the road and spread his arms, exclaiming:

"Ladies and gentlemen, as winter approaches, we once again share the joy of harvest, giving thanks to the world for the earth and vitality it offers us, and for our own hard work and the Lord’s guidance.

In this time of celebration, I on behalf of the priests of the Earth Mother Goddess Church make a vow—

We will learn and teach our peers and parishioners about horticulture, herbology, plant classification, and plant diseases, and we encourage all brethren to restore the fertility of the land not just through grazing and mining but by using crop rotation, composting, and irrigation.

We shall offer food to strangers and those in need, freely sharing the blessings of the land.

May the Harvest Goddess bless this land with everlasting peace and prosperity!"

The moment Bishop Terry finished speaking, the sky brightened, and everyone seemed to see a brilliance cascading from the heavens, scattering like wheat grains upon the earth.

The plants and trees under this brilliance began to burst forth with even more vitality, and as the golden wheat-like sparkles fell upon them, an unprecedented warmth enveloped their bodies and souls.

The residents and players of the town were shocked by this scene.

Kael was rendered speechless, not expecting that in a situation involving numerous Undead and Bishop Terry officiating, the Church would actually consent to use a blessing.

If he remembered correctly, this must be the High-level Divine Skill of the Harvest Goddess, "Spring Fertility of the Earth."

Although it wasn’t an attack type Divine Art, it was capable of enhancing the fertility of the land being spellbound and promoting more vigorous and disaster-resistant plant growth.

Moreover...

He looked toward the golden wheat-like radiance seeming to spread all the way to the horizon.

Such a wide-ranging blessing obviously wasn’t something Bishop Terry could have released.

Divine Arts are gifts from the deities, and to see such a vision...

So it is, the Goddess Shamcia participated as well?

The scattering brilliant wheat grains were the remnants of Her grace.

Typically, the members of the Earth Mother Goddess Church only hold large-scale rituals in certain areas experiencing widespread famine, hoping for the Harvest Goddess’s power to protect the land.

But now, the Harvest Goddess had bestowed Her grace in a non-special circumstance—what did this mean?

Was this a reward for his collaboration with the Undead?

Kael looked up at Bishop Terry, realizing he owed this man a huge favor!

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