Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 811: 457: Offending the Saint, Slapping the Face3

Chapter 811: Chapter 457: Offending the Saint, Slapping the Face_3

Anthony walked up to her and said, “Co with .”

…

Not until she left the cave and returned to the secret base, a secluded village, did Agli still feel as if she were dreaming.

After Anthony took her away, he tested her strength, and then with a look of disdain, he gave her a storage ring, a Magic Ring, and a seemingly ordinary but strange cloak.

But as soon as Agli put on the cloak, she imdiately sensed sothing was off—it could actually hide her holy power.

Originally, her holy power wasn’t strong, the kind that was negligible, but Anthony had bestowed upon her half of a Heart of the Holy Spirit.

Even though it was only a First Order Holy Spirit Heart, and only half of one at that, she still felt as if her holy power was going to lose control at any mont, occasionally overflowing.

But all these fluctuations were covered by the cloak, even her companions hadn’t noticed.

That was one thing, but the shock Agli felt from the storage ring was truly intense. With that ring, she could probably buy all the land around the village where she was born and raised. And Anthony just casually handed it to her.

My God, am I not just the most ordinary believer, not even a Priest? Are these things really suitable for ?

“Appropriate, these aren’t precious things at all. What’s precious is this.” Anthony pointed at her forehead, “A devout belief is the source of these items and the most powerful thing you possess.”

“My belief? The most powerful thing?” Agli looked puzzled.

“What happened to your Holy Code studies?” Anthony reproachfully scolded, “Our power cos from the gift of God. Rember Lord Anthony? In tis of crisis, utter his na, and he can cast God’s care upon you. That is your greatest strength.”

“The more unwavering your faith in Lord Anthony is, the more he can protect you. Understand?”

Firm belief, the greatest strength… Firm belief, the greatest strength… Agli muttered all the way back to the village.

She had barely arrived ho and had yet to speak to her family when her greedy, fat stepmother already noticed the ring on her hand, her eyes glittering as she approached.

She reached out to snatch the ring from Agli’s hand, cursing as she went, “How co you’re back? You money-losing good-for-nothing, where did you steal that ring from? Let see it.”

Agli withdrew her hand and said, “It’s not stolen, don’t touch.”

One of them was a Magic Ring, which according to Lord Anthony, contained an Undead Phoenix that, if given a large amount of fire to draw upon, could burn down a city.

Moreover, how could she not know what was in this woman’s mind? Let her see it? She would never expect to get it back once it was in her possession.

Her fat stepmother instantly beca furious and raised her hand to scold, “What did you say, you money-losing good-for-nothing? You dare to talk to like that, I…”

Agli instinctively wanted to cower, but then she rembered that she was now a saint with the greatest power and unwavering faith.

She lifted her skirt and kicked out, landing a blow on the circle of fat on the other’s belly, knocking her to the ground.

“You… you… you dare hit ? Ah—! Ah—!” Her fat stepmother pointed at Agli in disbelief, screaming as she tried to get up and tear Agli’s mouth apart.

But it was too late, there were already five or six believers who had returned with her, standing in front of the fat woman.

Agli, mimicking Anthony’s tone, said indifferently, “To offend a Holy Spirit, a slap in the face.”