This Holy Knight is So Despicable!-Chapter 618 - 537: This is Called a Regular Army

When treating the little girl Mary, Lette had already made up his mind.

The Witch's curse choosing this world is probably not a coincidence. Perhaps it is everything happening in this world that guided this curse to manifest here.

Therefore, to find the Witch's counterpart and encourage her awakening as the Destruction Light Witch, it is essential to understand and integrate into this world.

Rescuing this group of so-called Sinners is a crucial step.

Of course, not turning a blind eye to those seeking help is also an important reason.

Lette is not a person who helps indiscriminately; for troubles beyond his ability, he won't rush in foolishly.

But for tasks that can help others with the raise of a hand, he is willing to do so.

"One, two, three!"

With everyone's joint effort, the wall standing in the middle of the village collapsed with a loud crash.

Amid the loud noise and dust, the villagers who had been cut off on the other side stepped over the rubble and emerged, instantly catching sight of the villagers on the other side.

To be honest, when they saw these villagers who had been corrupted by Dark Corrosion stepping out, everyone was still quite fearful.

After all, who could guarantee they were truly healed?

"Old man!"

Aunt Maria, however, paid no heed to such fears. She quickly rushed forward, hugging her old companion, and started searching his body.

"It's really, really gone?"

"Gone! The Divine Envoy cured it all! Oh no, purified it all!"

With Aunt Maria as an example, the relatives of those isolated also rushed forward, embracing their loved ones, checking their now healthy bodies.

Soon, the baseless suspicions vanished, and the entire village was immersed in the joy of the villagers' healing.

As their Savior, Lette received unprecedented respect and courtesy.

However, just as the celebration was in full swing, Lette walked alone to the top of a stone heap to face everyone.

"Everyone, folks, in your places! Please listen to me!"

His words immediately drew everyone's attention.

They all gathered, focused their gaze on him, and eagerly awaited his speech.

Lette took a deep breath and spread his arms.

"Folks, you have indeed been purified, and the Dark Corrosion has been dispelled from you.

But in the eyes of outsiders, you might still be seen as Sinners.

The prejudice in people's hearts is like a mountain, not easily overcome.

As fellow villagers, you can accept each other. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

But outsiders may not grant you that trust."

Lette's words were like a cold bucket of water poured over the villagers, quelling their high spirits.

Although Lette's words were straightforward, they reflected reality.

Initially, only one or two people in their village were affected by the Dark Corrosion, but those priests insisted they were all Sinners. The noble lords even drove them all out.

Their original lands, livestock, and wealth were directly confiscated.

Now, they are left with nothing.

It was out of sheer desperation that they turned to highway robbery as a means of survival.

Now they are purified and healed.

But there's no way for them to return to their original homes.

They have lost their identities and can only continue to survive in secret as Sinners.

Or try to blend into other territories, but without property or land, how can their lives improve compared to now?

Seeing that his words had hit home, Lette cleared his throat and spoke again.

"Do not fear, folks. Though we have lost much, at least we still have each other!"

Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly felt encouraged.

Yes, the worst, most hopeless, and painful days are behind them; the days ahead can only be better than the bitter past.

Lette waved his hand grandly: "What is given by others can also be taken away by others. Whatever you desire, you must strive to get it yourselves.

The right to survive is the same.

Relying on the mountain, the mountain crumbles; relying on the water, the water flows! We can only rely on our own hands!

Since there is no place for us in this world, we must use these hands to forge our own standing ground!

This village is our starting point for a happy life!

Here, we can still live a happy and good life!

Especially! God has not abandoned us!"

Lette's words seemed filled with power, instantly boosting the morale of everyone present.

The last line especially, that God has not abandoned them, provided immense psychological comfort to the people.

In such a world, Gods are often the spiritual pillars for everyone.

"But, Divine Envoy, we lack the most basic supplies and tools."

An elder leading the group raised this question, with others nodding in agreement.

Living on the mountain is not too difficult.

Though they lacked prior experience, through this period of difficult survival, they had figured out some tricks.

However, as they mentioned, they lacked startup funds.

Seeds, farming tools, livestock, and the food supply for the village men, women, and children that needs to be addressed currently.

Other challenges can be overcome, but what about the food supply?

Even if they start farming on the mountain now, by the time the crops are ready to eat, everyone would have starved to death.

Lette scratched his head, recognizing that this world is, after all, not the Holy Light Great World and the Holy Truth Magic Ring could not be used.

He could only use the Light Divine Technique and Holy Radiance Fighting Spirit, without access to Life Magic.

If he summoned Magic Plants, it seemed to destroy the identity of being a Light God Envoy.

After thinking it over, Lette still felt that highway robbery was currently the only solution.

As such, he beckoned to the leader of the bandits.

"In the name of God, from today on, you are now the Light Inspection Team of the Light God Sect,

meaning, you are formal troops now!"

The bandit leader was taken aback: "Us, formal troops? Divine Envoy, you must be joking."

"This is no joke; I am serious."

The bandits looked at each other, bewilderment written all over their faces.

"So... Divine Envoy, how does one become a formal troop? What do we need to do?"

Lette, hands behind his back, had a mysterious demeanor.

"Just continue doing whatever you did as mountain bandits!"

The bandits were shocked: "But when we were mountain bandits, all we knew was highway robbery!"

"Exactly, continue with that. But we need to change the name, it can't be called highway robbery anymore, it should be called routine inspection!"

The bandits widened their eyes, each of them speaking with some difficulty.

"Do we, um, still take things?"

"How can you take things during an inspection?"

Lette's voice suddenly amplified by several decibels: "That's called confiscating illegal items!

Of course, we are formal troops, so we must maintain dignity, unlike bandits.

Ordinary goods from regular merchant caravans should be left alone.

But, if it's something covert that those Divine Court bigwigs are smuggling.

Not a single bit remains, confiscate everything for me!"

The bandits couldn't help but swallow nervously.

Indeed, much clandestine activity does occur on this mountain path given these items cannot be transported openly on main roads, attracting unwanted attention.

If this works out, they could indeed rapidly accumulate wealth!

Though it feels a lot like what they were doing before, changing the name suddenly makes it feel legitimate!

Is this the charm of formal troops?

The bandits didn't quite understand but were deeply impressed!