Those high and mighty seraphim would never allow anyone to 'pollute' the purity of Paradise Island.

Davis arrived at the last village of the small Bourne Town. He gathered all the people together and prepared to cast his blessing.

Suddenly, he frowned and turned his head to look behind him.

A little angel who had descended with him appeared behind him.

"Davis! So this is the place you're in charge of! We're very close!"

Davis put on his kindest smile.

"That's right, Henry. Is the town you're in charge of nearby?"

"Yes, can I observe how you bless these people?"

Davis nodded, indicating that there was no problem with that.

He brought Henry to the village chief and asked the village chief to gather all the believers.

"Chief, we're apostles sent by the church. Now that we feel your fear and panic, I shall comfort you in the name of God. I will call all the believers in your village over and bless you on the square! But before I do, I need to see your living conditions."

The village chief looked at the two young men in front of him. They were handsome and young, and he found it hard to believe that those were people sent by the church. Did he ever see such a young priest before?

In the decades of his life, he never actually saw such a young priest before.

Davis saw the doubt in the village chief's eyes, so he activated the angel power in his body and revealed the wings on his back!

"Angel... Angel..."

Feeling the warm aura emanating from Davis and looking at the wings on his back, the village chief pointed at Davis's back and said with a trembling voice.

Then, the village chief closed his hands toward Davis and began to pray.

"God has not given up on his people. God has always been watching us by our side. God has watched..."

As they spoke, they shed tears. Their faith had not collapsed. Under Mayor Horn's rule, everyone was terrified, afraid that they would be persecuted and their families would be hurt.

Many people lost their families, many people lost their property, and many who were rich ended up being beggars...

With such a life, many people went to the church for help. Each of those usually kind-hearted priests would have an indignant look when they heard such news.

The response they received from providing feedback was that the church would soon overturn Horn's rule. Unfortunately, they waited and waited only for Horn's guards to come!

The priests' 'betrayal' had dealt a great blow to all the believers, and some people had even given up their faith in 'God'...

The village chief talked non-stop to Davis who was beside him. He spoke about how firm his faith was and how he had never doubted 'God' throughout his life.

A response to his steadfastness had finally come, and Davis's arrival was proof of that!

He was an angel—a true angel—and an emissary of 'God'. They were a group of people closest to God, a group of people who shed light on the world on God's behalf, and a group of people with extraordinary wisdom...

Seeing that Davis was listening attentively, the village chief suddenly realized that he had said too much and he hurriedly apologized.

"I'm sorry, people chatter non-stop when they're old. I'm really sorry. You're going to our village to take a look, right? I'll bring you there right away..."

Davis looked at the village chief's apologetic look but did not seem to mind it at all. He wanted to know how people lived in that world.

From the looks of it however, it was not too good!

"It's okay. I like listening to these things. You can continue..."

The two of them talked while walking, and all three individuals soon arrived in front of a mud house.

This house was covered with thatch. The windows were covered with ubiquitous banana leaves. Such 'windows' could block the light in summer, but were unable to block the searing summer heat nor keep out the winter cold.

Davis was very curious. Although this village chief dressed very plainly, there was no need for him to live in such a house!

Such a house was probably fit only for the most dire of people in the village to live in. It was cold in winter, hot in summer, and simultaneously cold and hot during spring and autumn.

The village chief stood at the door and knocked. "Mr. Hansen, the people from the church are here!"

A rustling sound came from the inside, as if someone was putting on their clothes.

The village chief turned to Davis and said, "Hansen used to be the richest man in our village. His grandfather's generation accumulated a lot of wealth and his father was also an educated man. Hansen himself was proficient in business matters, but..."

Halfway through his words, the village chief shook his head and did not continue.

Creak.

The door was opened and a middle-aged man in tattered clothes came out. He greeted the village chief, "Hello, Chief. Who's this?"

Hansen could not believe that the two young people in front of him were actually members of the church.

The nature of the church meant that young people had few opportunities, and it was usually only the elders who had the chance to show themselves.

The village chief noticed Hansen's disbelief too. He smiled and quickly explained to him, "They're really the messenger of 'God'!"

After all, he was once the richest businessman there, so his reaction was very fast. Upon seeing the village chief's confident look, he knew that his suspicions were unfounded.

After inviting the two people in, Hansen personally went to pour two glasses of water for them.

However, Davis could clearly feel that there were still two breaths of life in the house that was separated by a curtain.

"Cough, cough, cough."

A few coughs came from inside, and Davis began to peer in.

Seeing that Davis had noticed the inside of the house, the village chief took advantage of the time when Hansen poured the water, he said into his ear, "His wife and daughter are inside. They don't have much clothes left, and some of their clothes can't even completely cover their bodies. To avoid being rude, only one person is allowed to come out whenever there's a visitor..."

Davis heard the village chief's words and frowned. Hansen was supposed to be the richest man in the village, right? Even if his business failed, he would not not have been that down and out. Could Hansen have gambled his money away?

Davis was full of questions, but he did not say anything out loud. The purpose of that trip was to make sure his movements left a very clear trail, thereby eliminating all loopholes.

Soon, Hansen came over with two complete sets of cups.

"I'm sorry, there's only cold water at home now. The rest of the milk and tea..."

The village chief picked up the cup and took a sip. Davis followed suit.

"Hansen, how have you been recently? Any Problems?"

"No, thank you for your concern, village chief..."

The two began to reminisce about the old days. There was frequent coughing during that period but the two of them pretended not to hear it as they talked to each other.

However, Davis still sensed some absent-mindedness from the two.

The two of them soon ended their brief exchange and the village chief bid Hansen goodbye.

"We'll be leaving, Hansen. Remember to go to the village square later! And..."

"Alright, Chief, we'll head there later. Thank you for your concern!"