Chapter 77: New Identities, New Life

It was four o'clock. After circling the wilderness outside the city twice, confirming they weren't being followed by anyone and hadn't attracted any attention, the two carried two boxes and quickly walked into the factory to pick up the Demonesses.

In the cold reservoir, when Bart walked in, a layer of white frost instantly appeared on his eyebrows.

"Is this a place where humans can survive?" Bart, wearing a thick leather coat, shivered from the cold.

Silas, his demeanor as usual, walked over. "Is it very cold here? I don't feel much."

Bart looked surprised and stepped forward to feel Silas's clothes.

"Damn it, your clothes aren't even as thick as my autumn clothes. Are you sure your perception isn't malfunctioning?" Bart looked incredulous.

"Lord Apostle, who is this?" In the darkness, as the lights came on, Bart heard an icy voice, full of hostility, like ice itself.

Bart turned his head upon hearing the sound and saw two beautiful women dressed in thin clothes, barefoot on the ground that was minus thirty degrees, appearing before him.

The well-traveled Bart's mouth immediately fell open, his eyes wide as he stared at Helles and the other, his mind unable to process.

Silas stood beside the two women and smiled. "We are all believers of the Lord of Storms and Death. Our Lord commands the white frost and blizzards. His believers can receive the protection of divine authority, making us fearless of the cold."

Clack!

Instantly, Bart found his Spirit Vision had increased by one point.

"Calm down! Calm down!" As an expert-level mystic, Bart possessed good psychological fortitude and tolerance for the fear of the unknown.

Faced with such a situation, he quickly regained his composure. His previously horrified expression changed back to normal in the blink of an eye, as if flipping a page, making onlookers inexplicably want to laugh.

Silas introduced, "This is Bart Imbass. He is my partner and a trustworthy friend. I entrusted him to help you resolve your identity issues. He has come this time to take you into the city."

Hearing this, a look of excitement and joy flashed across Helles and the other's faces. They said gratefully to Silas, "Thank you, Lord Apostle."

"Apostle? Indeed!" Bart thought upon hearing the title.

Apostle – this title was extraordinary in religion.

Under normal circumstances, the Pope of the entire religion was the pinnacle of power, the closest existence to God.

However, Apostles were an exception. Their status was not high, nor was their power great. But their relationship with God was far superior to that of the Pope.

Because they were walkers representing God in the mortal world, they represented God's will.

"Nowadays, almost all church Popes are born from among the Apostles. This can best ensure the purity of the religion," Bart thought.

While Bart was deep in thought, Silas turned his head, handed over the boxes, and said, "Here are your new clothes, as well as your relevant identification documents and past records. You two change your clothes first."

The two, their hearts surging, took the boxes, thinking, "Finally, we can dedicate our strength to our Lord."

Afterward, Silas led Bart out, allowing the two to change their clothes.

Bart stood outside and confirmed again, "I can temporarily place them in my guild. What are your plans after that?"

Silas pondered for a moment. "For now, let's do this. After I become an official clergyman, I will have a generous salary. At that time, I will bring them to my home as domestic maids."

Bart nodded with satisfaction upon hearing this. "Just right, we also invested in a maid agency. I'll give them some simple training recently. When the time is right, you can bring them to your home through this agency."

Silas nodded. "Alright."

"The upcoming period will not be safe. Do you need their protection?" Bart asked.

Silas reached out and touched the still stinging skin on his neck, saying in a low voice, "I will notify them when I need it. You just need to help them hide their identities then."

Bart nodded. "No problem."

At this moment, Helles and Bernice walked out from inside.

The two were wearing simple blue woven long dresses on the inside, and thick grey cotton overcoats on the outside, with fur-lined leather boots on their feet.

They wore cotton hats on their heads and thick plush gloves on their hands.

Carrying heavy boxes, they looked like two simple village girls who had just arrived in the city from the countryside.

"Perfect!" Seeing this, Silas looked satisfied.

Bernice was very satisfied with this low-key attire. She turned to Bart and thanked him, "Thank you for the clothes, Mr. Imbass."

Helles, always with a strange smile on her lips, said, "Yes, Mr. Imbass, these clothes suit us very well."

Helles's smile was so radiant and sincere, yet precisely because of the strange curve of her lips, it always gave people a creepy feeling (refer to the cover).

Bart's expression was somewhat stiff as he nodded. "Let's get in the carriage first!"

Bernice didn't rush to leave but turned to look inside and asked, "What about these traces of life? Lord Apostle?"

Silas turned his head and asked, "Can you help me burn them?"

Bart sighed helplessly. "If my Lord finds out, He will definitely not forgive me."

Saying this, he walked into the room.

Silas looked at his retreating figure and smiled. "The color of your flames is already forgiveness enough."

"Lord Apostle, is this man trustworthy? I feel his heart is very chaotic," Helles, skilled in discerning people's hearts, said in a low voice.

Silas smiled. "Rest assured, he has already witnessed our Lord's divine might."

At the mention of this, the two Demonesses instantly understood, their faces full of confidence.

Those who have been awed by that being do not have the courage to betray!

Half a minute later, Bart came out with a calm expression. "It's all taken care of."

The cautious Bernice was somewhat uneasy. She turned and walked in to take a look, then found that the inside was now empty, as if the previous corpses, stove, and other things had never existed. Not a single sign of anyone having lived there could be seen.

"Lord Apostle is truly amazing. Even his partners are so powerful," Bernice's heart was filled with admiration and respect.

…

Sitting in the carriage returning to the city, Helles and the other looked at their identification documents, silently memorizing their false past experiences.

Helles's current name was Sarah Goodman, the daughter of a worker.

Bernice's name was Mary Fellowes, a descendant of a fallen noble.

The two were sisters who had fled together. They had been here for two months and, through hard work, had obtained proof of residence and household registration, officially becoming residents of Bayne City.

Of course, there were many unreasonable aspects to this, but Bart had already taken care of everything.

"Everything is ready. Next, embrace a brand new life and future with all your heart!" Silas said with a warm smile.

Helles and Bernice looked at each other, their eyes filled with hope and light.