Chương 9: How Could the Natives of Another World Be So Clever?

After Kalil used wind magic to speed up the process, the two quickly returned to the New Sprout Street Church.

As soon as she entered the garden, Caryl spotted the group of people, all soaking wet, by the water tank.

When Mrs. Lawrence saw Laurence, she immediately called out to her.

"Lady Roland, thank goodness, you're finally back."

They were worried that Roland had been gone for so long, and that they had been abandoned.

At this moment, they all used honorifics. Few extraordinary individuals like Roland would sympathize with the common people at the bottom of society.

At the same time, they also saw a black cat standing behind Roland.

"Sister Roland, there's a cat behind you."

Shivering from being rinsed with cold water, little Ellie pointed in surprise behind Roland and said...

What?! Isn't that Kalil behind her?

Roland was full of doubt. She turned her head to look, but there was no sign of Kalil. Instead, there was an elegant black cat with glossy fur, squatting in the same spot.

When the black cat saw Roland looking over, it took a running start and jumped onto Roland's shoulder, then shoved it down onto Roland's head.

"Little Loran, it's me. This is just a little trick to cover my tracks."

Kalil's voice came from beside me; she was clearly unwilling to reveal her identity and had used some kind of shapeshifting spell.

Roland, with a cat on her head, maintained a natural expression.

She waved her hand and said to Ellie:

"This is the church's pet cat; you just haven't seen it before."

"Don't worry, there's already a solution to your problems."

He then approached the group and pretended to cast a healing spell.

The black cat Kalil on their heads cooperated perfectly, patting with its paws, and a torrent of magic swept across everyone's bodies.

"Alright, you're all alright now. Go dry yourselves off and change your clothes."

"Don't touch the clothes you've taken off; there are robes in the laundry room behind the church."

Everyone immediately expressed their gratitude and walked towards the back garden.

Lawrence and her daughter remained where they were and did not leave.

"Lady Roland, how is my husband?"

"He'll be fine. You two go change your clothes first."

"Otherwise, the little guy will catch a cold, and then we'll need another bottle of medicine."

The mother and daughter were relieved and left, expressing their gratitude profusely.

Watching the mother and daughter disappear into the church's backyard, the black cat Caryl patted Roland's head.

In her [Elemental Vision], the clothes that everyone had taken off, as well as the wastewater left on the ground, were all stained with pollution.

Clearly, this approach has proven effective.

Although it couldn't stop the magic circulating in everyone's bodies from being contaminated, it slowed down the rate of deterioration.

"Little Loran, you seem quite adept at handling this situation, but you are completely unaware of the existence of magical contamination."

"As far as I know, no major magic academy has such an emergency plan, especially for this new type of trace contamination."

"Where did you get all this knowledge, little Lolan?"

Hearing the words coming out of the black cat's mouth, Roland was completely bewildered.

How come the natives in this other world are so clever?

She could only laugh it off, change the subject, and ramble on and on, leading the black cat into the church.

Upon entering the church, the young worker sitting to one side couldn't wait to stand up.

"Lady Roland, you're back."

"Hmm, don't worry, there's a treatment. Let me take another look at your arm."

Roland gave the order, but in reality, it was Caryl who requested that the wound be examined.

The young man immediately raised his hand, revealing a large, red, swollen blister on his left arm, with mottled red marks on his skin.

"Hmm... It is indeed a slow and minute amount of magical contamination. How exactly is this achieved?"

Caryl's voice came through again, and Roland replied.

"I suspect it's the magic furnace they're talking about. He and Mr. Lawrence repaired the magic furnace together before he fell ill."

Kalil shook her head.

"Impossible. If the magic furnace had that much chaotic magic, it would have exploded long ago. This is a very sophisticated thing."

"Forget it, let's focus on treatment first, we can talk about this later."

Soon after, with Roland's healing spells and Caryl's help, the young man and Lawrence were freed from the magical pollution.

Caryl thoughtfully used her magic to clean the church, completely eradicating the magical contamination.

At this moment, Lawrence, who was more seriously injured, also woke up. Before he was fully awake, he started shouting.

"Quickly... get everyone out of the magic furnace! There's a plague inside!"

Roland and Caryl were taken aback. What kind of plague could survive in a magic furnace?

He quickly realized what was happening.

To ordinary people, isn't magical pollution just like a plague?

Seeing Roland standing motionless on her sickbed, Lawrence raised his voice, his hoarse voice escaping his lips.

"Little girl, don't just stand there! Get away from me! I have the plague!"

"Quickly tell everyone to stay away from the magic furnace!"

Seeing Lawrence's chest heaving, Roland was afraid that the old man, who had just woken up, would faint again, so she quickly explained:

"Calm down, Mr. Lawrence! I am a nun from the church. You have been cured. You did not have the plague."

Upon hearing this, Lawrence immediately raised his hand, and sure enough, the blisters on his hand had peeled off and scabbed over, slowly regenerating and repairing themselves under the residual effects of the treatment.

At the same time, the pain in my body has disappeared, and now it just feels like I have a bad cold.

"It's... it's really okay now, haha, I survived."

Lawrence struggled to sit up, looking at his hands with a relieved smile.

He looked at Laura and immediately recognized her as a nun from the newly opened church near the docks. Her name seemed to be... Laura.

"Thank you, Lady Laura, thank you for saving my life."

My name is Roland.

Lawrence: "..."

"Uh... I'm sorry! Lady Roland, I rarely attend church morning meetings. Please rest assured, I will definitely donate to the church when I get back."

"Thank you so much! You're my savior!"

Roland immediately smiled.

"Haha, that's great! Remember to buy a couple more bottles of the disease-curing potion when you get back!"

If it were any other respectable nun, she would definitely be preaching the doctrines of the God of Light by now.

Roland doesn't care about these things; she lacks not only money but also faith.

The constant ringing of faith collection notifications in her mind made her eyes squint with joy.

However, she did not notice the solemn expression on the black cat's face.