Chapter 447: Chapter 65: Priest of the Love God Love is still a new word at this moment.
The cause of the matter wasn’t complicated. She came to proclaim the beauty of love, making quite a few people eager with longing. Coincidentally, the chieftain’s wife was young and beautiful, with an ambiguous relationship with the handsome guard by her side. Encouraged by her, she immediately pursued love recklessly.
In the current era, the mainstream belief is in the Divine Spirit who governs marriage, family, reproduction, and fertility.
Love is considered frivolous and wanton. It carries neither the responsibility of family marriage nor the legacy of reproduction and is often associated with lust, desire, and hedonism.
In fact, this viewpoint is not wrong.
Because the current Goddess of Love, including her followers, mainly consists of three types of people: the first kind are scumbag men, the second are scumbag women, and the third are those with a romantic obsession.
After all, it’s about being in love.
They love romantic to death, pursue romance, and always seek new emotional and sensory stimuli, so many followers have become socialites in the field of love.
Compared to the responsibilities of family marriage, the fading speed of love is too fast.
So the reputation of the followers of this sect is not good.
If you were to travel to the world of Dungeons and Dragons and wanted to try out new tricks every day amidst many beauties, believing in the Goddess of Love would definitely not be wrong. It’s just that when dealing with other Divine Churches in conflicts, the Church of the Goddess of Love tends to suffer a bit and generally can’t win, hence needing to find external support.
The Goddess of Love’s reputation among the Divine Spirits is also inclined towards being frivolous, often part-timing in the concepts of sexual desire, lust, senses, and later on transitioning towards charm and beauty goodness.
But there’s also a benefit, which is if you perform outstandingly, you might directly stand up and engage with an incarnation of the Goddess of Love.
As long as there is no fighting, mingling with women every day is not a big problem.
"Rescue!"
Hegel looked at the Priest of the Love God being besieged ahead, and charged forward barehanded, while the others quickly followed and knocked down a bunch of people with a few punches and kicks.
Duncan stood at the back, about to speak, but thought better of it. After all, that guy is the protagonist, and giving him a little face is only fair.
Sure enough!
The originally friendly local inhabitants turned neutral, and some even showed a faintly hostile light red mark.
The combat power of the Barbarian Battle Group is fierce.
This group, in a small place, can directly slaughter a city because most towns only have three-star marked combat units at most.
"Are you alright?" Hegel extended his hand to help up the beautiful woman in front of him.
It wasn’t quite as rumored. The priest from the south was said to wear armor, wield a shield and a heavy hammer, and be extremely fierce when chopping people. But the Priest of the Love God before him wore a luxurious burgundy dress, with fluffy hair like big waves, emanating a rich floral scent. Her attire was somewhat revealing, exposing a small part, quite noticeable in this era.
The followers of the Love God pursue beauty, which, to put it bluntly, means they are suckers for good looks. Beautiful things always ignite their enthusiasm.
The weapon she wielded was a two-handed long staff, and she seemed to know a bit of staff techniques.
"Thank you for rescuing me."
The Priest of the Love God looked at the group of robust and sturdy men, her eyes lighting up slightly. When her gaze settled on Hegel, she immediately flashed a grateful and charming smile.
Unintentionally, her gaze swept over the crowd, scanning the muscular chests before finally landing back on Hegel.
After all, Hegel, with his Divine Son background, holds a decent appearance.
Very scheming, quite deceptive.
But as long as it works, it’s fine.
Since Hegel was taking the lead in this matter, Duncan decided not to intervene.
As expected, it wasn’t long before the tribal chieftain came over. He looked at the towering Hegel with a tinge of fear and ultimately allowed them to take the Priest of the Love God away.
In this era, strength still stands as a reason.
As no one was dead, and it was just a case of his wife running off with someone, it wasn’t considered too big a deal. The chieftain had more than one wife, after all.
This Priest of the Love God is named Fanny Tiris, hailing from the City of Roses.
She is quite good at dressing up, looking fragrant and delicate, and her speech carries a hint of coyness through which she bewitches the brawny barbarians. As for her age, it’s unclear, but she appears around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a beauty score of around seven, relying on appearance to stand out as a great beauty in this era.
——Fanny (Priest of the Love God) (Charm) (Three-star Whiteboard).
Amid the crowd’s escort, the Priest of the Love God noticed Duncan standing not far away. His emotionless gaze made her feel a tad uneasy.
For some reason, she had a feeling that this man was the dangerous one in the group.
"She is willing to help us."
Hegel, standing beside the petite and exquisite priest, looked like beauty and the beast, said excitedly, "Where’s the potion the witch gave? Hand it over to her."
"We set off immediately."
His accidental heroic rescue did save a lot of trouble. Duncan handed over the pink potion bottle, and the Priest of the Love God took it, her eyes lighting up.
Don’t think too highly of the Love God; Cupid has done quite a few outrageous things.
The group quickly set off.
Fanny was incredibly eloquent, quickly winning Hegel’s favor, prompting him to promise, patting his chest, to protect her safety, while the nearby barbarians also looked on eagerly, seemingly drawn to her charm.
The Priest of the Love God thoroughly enjoyed the scene, and while flirting with Hegel, she also took the time to placate the surrounding barbarians.
Crete fell behind a few steps, walked up to Duncan, and said in a low voice, "You don’t like her?"
Duncan shook his head, "No."