Especially Niubao, with wounds that bled profusely, absolutely needed a thorough bath.
This time, it was Samimi who helped Niubao wash his head, cradling him gently.
But when it came to Niubao, she had no special intentions, just being clean was enough. She hadn’t become that perverted yet. She was a wise and upright Transmigrator.
The reason her Invisible Ghost Hand was called “Ghost Hand” was precisely because it operated covertly and stealthily, like a ghost or spirit. If it were done openly and directly, it would lose all meaning. It had to be sneaky to be effective.
So, even if Niubao was beaten by her Invisible Ghost Hand, he never fought back; it wasn’t his nature.
However, there was one spot on Niubao that was especially pleasant to touch, the tuft on his head, which had a soothing effect.
If she said she wasn’t a bit scared deep down, that would be a lie. When danger came, she was willing to fight to protect herself.
Originally, Samimi only wanted to protect her teammates. What about everyone else? Now, the entire pathfinding team was her family, and she wanted to bring everyone safely home.
“Niubao, it’s almost dawn,” she said softly.
After finishing up, she soaked in warm water for a while. Then Samimi came out and immediately took a nap in a corner of the women’s changing room.
As a mage, she could sleep normally, which showed that the pressure she was under wasn’t as obvious as it looked on the surface. Haha, even mages get tired at heart.
Besides working on potions, there weren’t many things in this world that made Samimi feel overwhelmed.
But this time, she felt responsibility and pressure, the kind that came from being a Demon-Expelling Nun after the great disaster at Jiu Tingwan.
Samimi hadn’t expected that old nun to pass down so much roadside equipment that could trap and catch so many monsters. But once she chose to inherit that gear and the title, she understood the weight of it.
The New Demon sword was strapped to her back, the demon-expelling leather armor was still worn on Niubao’s body, and being a Demon-Expelling Nun brought her many benefits.
The old warriors were all very stubborn. They wouldn’t accept benefits without fulfilling duties.
But Samimi was not that kind of person.
“Nun, the black sun is setting,” Niubao reminded Samimi and woke her.
Samimi slowly got up and, together with Niubao, went outside. The world had already fallen into a heavy, oppressive darkness.
Fortunately, the entire village was already ablaze with dozens of campfires, casting warm light amid the gloom.
Taking on the tasks of tending the fires and preparing food was Scout Karl. Now, no one needed to go forward for reconnaissance. She helped set up watchfires and distributed meals and supplies, single-handedly supporting the entire pathfinding team’s rear guard.
While everyone was fighting, she even dug out coal to keep the fires burning bright, ensuring they wouldn’t be extinguished.
“Karl, how much food do we have left in storage?” Samimi asked.
“I’ve gathered all the army rations from everyone. The village’s warehouses and groceries have also been collected. If everyone only consumes the bare minimum daily survival rations, we can last for a month,” Scout Karl replied.
“No need to be so stingy. Let everyone eat well after training,” Samimi smiled.
“You said you didn’t know how long we’d be here, right?” Scout Karl asked doubtfully. “I think less is better.”
“I’ve already seen through the nature of this alternate dimension. We’ll be out soon, so there’s no need to conserve by eating less,” Samimi said.
Suddenly, she leaned close and whispered in Scout Karl’s ear, “At night, quietly smuggle some food away. Remember, it has to be done so no one notices.”
“Why?” Scout Karl wanted to ask more.
“Don’t ask, just trust me,” Samimi said in a low voice.
Scout Karl didn’t press further. Her gaze was steady as she nodded, ready to carry out the Demon-Expelling Nun’s orders.
After setting the traps, Samimi and Niubao climbed onto the city wall.
All the pathfinding team’s knights and adventurers had already taken their positions, forming an unbroken defensive line.
They looked out from the small city gate toward the eerie, dense forest in the distance, waiting for the next ambush of blood ghosts.
“How’s the rest?” the Papal Left Hand asked with concern.
“Rested a bit, still holding up,” Samimi replied.
It was good to see Director General Liang Qianqin standing on the wall as well. It seemed this time she would join the battle too.
Director General Mei Shanyao cast a glance at Samimi, her whole person seeming as fragile as a small bird.
“Nun Xiu, I apologize for what happened before. She…” the Papal Left Hand began to say something.
“Don’t say anything that will harm the unity of the rescue team. Everyone is watching,” Samimi quickly interrupted.
“Thank you for your understanding,” the Papal Left Hand nodded, clearly trusting her.
But as Director General Mei Yijie looked on, she felt something was off.
That Demon-Hunting Nun was a sharp thorn in her side, clearly not caring about the unity of the rescue team and only talking about blame now.
Samimi still couldn’t fully trust that Demon-Expelling Nun. She spoke ambiguously, and it was impossible to tell whether her words were true or just empty talk. That was the keen intuition of a clever girl.
But even if she had doubts, she couldn’t speak openly. Within the pathfinding team, she was just a rookie, and the Demon-Expelling Nun was the core of the team now.
The Papal Left Hand only called her over to observe and learn, strictly forbidding her from taking action.
They were about the same age, yet their abilities were so different.
Though she was dissatisfied deep down, it was even more frustrating that she couldn’t say a word in front of the Demon-Expelling Nun, feeling her spirit was shackled by the other woman and unable to break free.
Director General Mei Shanyao also had long and complex thoughts, but thankfully she only overthought and did not act on them or complain.
“Director General, let’s get dressed well and fight together,” Samimi said.
Thus, Director General Mei Shanyao’s impression of Samimi greatly improved. Even this granddaughter of the Pope seemed quite likable.
At least she didn’t go corrupt. Samimi never defined herself by others’ words. Unlike that Heaven’s Chosen Daughter, who always spoke more than she acted. If she could resist the urge to slap others around, she felt she might truly become a goddess.
Especially when she was leading the team. If she doubted herself, she would just give up immediately.
“Any updates?” Samimi politely asked the nearby commander, not really out of worry but as a courtesy.
“Calm for now,” Azure Moon Rampaging Dragon responded.
“Calm often means trouble ahead, it’s the calm before the storm,” Samimi said.
“Have you noticed anything?” the Papal Left Hand asked.
“Yesterday, we killed a blood spawn disguised as a Pathfinder Knight. It was fast, its movements like a python. They possess a special ability called [Wailing Mountain], which causes them to remain defensive when encountering a Pathfinder Knight and not attack actively. Instead, they wait and counterattack, so we must not rush. Also, physical attacks can’t deal fatal damage; we have to handle them ourselves,” Samimi began sharing their strategy for dealing with the blood ghosts.
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