Chapter 455: Chapter 267 Burn Your Food_2
Luna is the Holy Spirit, with Holy Spirit Armor and she can also possess Shamara, but they can’t possibly run around in Holy Spirit Armor all the time, can they? And certainly not in their birthday suits, right?
If they wear clothes, they inevitably have to interact with other people, whether they steal or snatch them, it’s not easy to find clothes that fit, let alone ones that aren’t disgustingly dirty.
Even if they didn’t have an issue with dirty outerwear, and used Purification to make it wearable, what about underwear?
Would one be willing to wear someone else’s underwear after purifying them? Shamara certainly wouldn’t.
So, even now, she still wears the underwear she stitched from the silk cloth that Negris had given her when she was in Dark City.
The quality of the fabric was very good, but since Shamara wasn’t good at craftsmanship, the underwear is now, after several repairs, completely out of shape. Who would have thought that underneath the simple dress of a cold and beautiful saintess, would be such deformed underwear?
Luckily, no one has seen it, otherwise, Shamara would be so embarrassed that she would gouge out their eyes.
Beyond clothes, the food is also a hassle. Although her appetite is getting smaller and smaller, she still has to eat a bit every day. After gnawing on dry food and raw meat for a few months, she now misses the pastries in the curia.
There are also numerous other little problems. Although they are still tolerable, they are definitely not ‘living well’. Now they mostly only venture out at night, trying their best not to interact with people, to avoid stirring up chaos.
Previously, Shamara didn’t restrain herself, but now she dares not. The Master Plane is suffering from famine and pestilence. If she were to stir things up, it would definitely affect the overall situation of the disaster relief, and surely a large group of people would come to get rid of her.
That’s bad enough, but Anthony would surely come to eradicate her, and maybe he could even convince Ange, then if Ange came for her, she wouldn’t even have a chance to run.
Because her predictive ability does not work on Ange, and in front of Ange, the voice in her heart would only crazily warn her not to make a move.
Not daring to rashly take action and lack of life experience, Shamara certainly isn’t feeling comfortable.
Anthony kindly says: “I want to rebuild the Fallen Legion. Would you like to join us?”
“Pff——” Shamara spurted out, ‘What is the Fallen Legion? Is it made up of those people whose divine power was plundered and corrupted by her? Now, Anthony invites her, the originator, to join the legion? Is he joking?
Anthony says seriously: “I am not joking, a group of people with the Power of Fall could accomplish a lot under your leadership.”
“They won’t accept my command because it was me who made them Fallen.” Shamara retorted.
“They don’t have to know your identity. This is a set of Holy Spirit Armor, just wear it.” Anthony took out a Holy Spirit Armor Egg and placed it on the table.
“Impossible, even in the armor, they will recognize me through the Power of Fall.” Shamara said.
Anthony smiled slightly. At this point, he was already 80% confident he could coax Shamara into his hands, because all Shamara spoke about were operational details, without directly refusing Anthony’s proposal.
“We can do this, and this, and no one will suspect you.”
Shamara was tongue-tied. Can that even work? She suddenly understood what it meant to be crafty and slippery. If she became an enemy to someone like Anthony, she could be played to death without even knowing who was playing her.
Ange withdrew his power, then scratched his head.
Negris hastily asked: “What did you do earlier? Did Anthony cause any trouble? Did he cry for help?”
After Ange told him everything, Negris frowned: “Six deities? Why six? Why not seven, eight, or ten?”