When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#430 - A ruin

Horn blinked. He almost didn't recognize the witch before him after she had washed up and put on makeup.

The rose of the Megerdich Merchant Guild walked over slowly, reaching up to tuck her auburn hair behind her ear, leaving a few strands to fall beside her temples.

The parted hairstyle revealed her smooth forehead. Although Catherine had dabbed light blush on her cheekbones, trying to conceal her haggard, pale face and lips with a blush between orange and pink and rose-colored lipstick, she still couldn't hide it.

Unlike Jeanne's hurried steps, Carrie's calm and steady strides, or Sylph's gliding steps, Catherine's walking posture was that of an elegant lady.

She stood tall with her back straight, a smile on her face, looking ahead, walking with incomparable steadiness and lightness.

According to some etiquette courtiers, this gait allowed a lady to run through the rogue streets in a long skirt without revealing her ankles, making it the most suitable pace for a baron's daughter, a knight's daughter, and a city noblewoman.

The gait of noblewomen of higher nobility (counts and above) was even more different.

Because noblewomen were not supposed to walk fast, and besides, they had to wear heavy gold and silver jewelry and various gems, so they couldn't just walk around haphazardly.

As she stepped, the long-sleeved dress of black-purple brocade swayed, and the lace trim of the lining in the cuffs that she lifted the skirt to reveal still trembled.

Seeing Horn staring at her intently, Catherine straightened her chest slightly, pushing up the gourd-shaped white silk tie at her chest, the rounded curves vaguely visible in the sliding silk.

"Do I look good?" Walking up to Horn, Catherine asked this question almost involuntarily. She regretted it as soon as she asked it. Why did the tone of this question sound so much like a wife who had just taken a bath and changed into new clothes?

In fact, when she was washing up just now, Catherine felt that she had been a little too offensive with Horn.

It was the first time the two of them had met, hugging was already awkward enough, how could she talk about such ridiculous topics as old women?

Moreover, this leader of the Salvation Army was not only her savior but also the savior of Rapid Falls City, and even the military guarantee for Rapid Falls City for a long time to come, so she should give him enough respect.

Her middle finger pinched her palm tightly, Catherine stared nervously at Horn, rarely feeling so uneasy. She felt both rude and expectant of Horn's answer.

Horn had honed his skills in dealing with these kinds of questions back in the days of the Gulag twins: "I have face blindness. I can't tell if people are pretty or not."

Catherine pouted subconsciously, then quickly switched back to an elegant smiling expression, sitting down beside Horn.

"Your Excellency Horn, I apologize for my rudeness just now. I must thank you on behalf of the Megerdich Merchant Guild for saving Rapid Falls City."

"No, you saved Rapid Falls City. I just drove away those noble coalition forces." Horn said sincerely, remembering the vine wall that had stopped the Church's army that day and Catherine, who was close to being exhausted.

Catherine shook her head, however: "Thank you very much for saving me. I won't stubbornly insist and make things difficult for you.

Find an opportunity to send me to Black Serpent Bay. I'm going to manage the White Mountain Hermitage. Those astrologers have recommended me as their leader several times."

"Not right now."

"Why?"

"I still need your prestige to unite the entire Rapid Falls City. You are basically half the creator of Rapid Falls City. We need you."

"But I think they probably won't listen to me anymore." Catherine smiled bitterly and raised her hand, pointing to herself with difficulty. "I'm a witch, after all..."

"You are a saint! Whoever dares to say you are a witch is guilty of aiding the devil! Whoever commits the crime of aiding the devil will lose their head!" Horn said decisively. "You saved so many innocent lives. Is that something a witch would do?"

"I..."

"Would someone who has created so much wealth, allowing countless people to have enough food and good housing, be a witch? Would someone who sacrifices themselves for their believers be a witch?"

Horn sneered: "The world is blinded by the devil. A witch has no reason, but a priest does. This kind of identity politics is too dirty."

Interrupted, Catherine sniffled, but she wasn't very angry. Instead, she felt a strange emotion of inexplicable grievance.

Originally, Catherine had accepted being cursed by the citizens, but for some reason, after Horn said this, she felt a previously unfelt grievance.

"Rest and recuperate first. I've already asked Armand to work things out for you in the city." Horn looked at Catherine, her thick, slender eyelashes fluttering sadly. "Rest assured, you will only be a saint."

Catherine shook her head faintly: "I know those citizens too well. They aren't as easy to fool as the farmers..."

"Don't talk nonsense. When have I ever fooled anyone?" Flipping through the briefing in his hand, Horn said without looking up, "If I ever fooled anyone, my head would fall off."

Looking at Horn's confident appearance, Catherine's original complex emotions calmed down, and she quietly stared at the young man who was a round younger than her.

The two of them sat facing each other for a long time before Catherine suddenly said, "I want to see what Rapid Falls City is like now. Can you take me to see it?"

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Horn closed the briefing in his hand and stared at Catherine's face for a long time before saying, "Then you have to be prepared."

"I can accept it."

Supporting Catherine's arm, Horn led her onto the terrace. The blinding red light of the sunset made Catherine, who had been in the room for a long time, squint her eyes.

But the moment she opened her eyes again, she couldn't help but suffocate.

The once-beautiful Great Cathedral was burned in the fire. The gilded bronze statue of Saint Shelley had its head knocked off by the knights who didn't have time to pull it away. The clear inner city river was turbid, floating with broken wooden boards, cloth strips, and even corpses.

The plaster had fallen off most of the houses, revealing mottled walls. A few ignorant children were hanging on the wooden frame, still giggling.

But those commoner craftsmen in ragged clothes didn't have such a good mood. They were just grumbling as they cleared the rubble under the command of the Salvation Army.

Rapid Falls City under the setting sun was full of ruins.

Was this still her Rapid Falls City?

"Currently, the port area of Rapid Falls City is basically completely destroyed. The previous Red Dragon Breath fire and the deliberate arson by the transcendent knights, as well as the vine walls and street fighting... I have to say, most of Rapid Falls City has become ruins."

Looking at the tents in the streets and alleys and the refugees sleeping in the rubble, Horn took out his notebook and wrote two notes: "It is estimated that the remaining infrastructure in Rapid Falls City cannot accommodate the remaining 30,000 people. You have to relocate at least nearly 10,000 people elsewhere."

"Holy Lord..." Catherine's fingers clutching the railing turned white. "How could this happen? Why would this happen..."

"But we won, didn't we?" Horn gently stroked Catherine's slightly trembling back. "Don't worry, as long as Rapid Falls City hasn't been destroyed, as long as people are still here, Rapid Falls City will definitely have a day of reconstruction."