Chapter 302: with translation of chapter title

NO. 64: Are all the angels here in wheelchairs?

As mentioned before, the jurisdiction of the Gate District encompasses the eastern side of the former continent's territory, with the city division mainly consisting of the East Yan District and the Jidong District.

Therefore, the religious development of Shinto, Buddhism, and Daoism is equally strong, and these were naturally included by Aomo in one of the territories possibly needing a visit.

In his plan, the last of the backup options even included a special guild like the Wastetime Association, composed of astrologers and Shuoshi officials; even if they aren't skilled at handling curses, their clarification of fate is just as useful.

But that choice is admittedly too late.

As a Baud person, Aomo's upbringing, despite heavy East Yan cultural influence, initially still took place in the Demon Realm District orphanage, where his understanding of religion was still in the Divine Blessing Gospel Class.

Although many transmigrators complain about why the inhabitants of the Demon Realm believe in the Divine Blessing Gospel Class.

But considering that the legends of demons and devils originally came from those believers of God spreading the word everywhere, and indeed a line of fallen angels and demons originally served under that one, they could only accept this fact.

As for the actual incorporated development history within this, it must start from the great melee of earlier transmigrators and locals, fighting their way to Hell and Heaven.

That history is too long, with many versions, creating a market for many apocryphal works and offering many choices for creation; indeed, many transmigrators like to read it.

For example, the person being greeted right now:

"Yo! Lindun, you're here too!"

The enthusiastic female voice that stole the show, plus the gray-feathered 'Gray Raven' mark, was first noticed by a sharp-eyed woman in the fan discussion, and her identity was about to be revealed.

"Good morning, Director."

Aomo was somewhat surprised that the director of the Gray Raven office would also appear here, although he knew that the Divine Blessing Gospel Class nowadays had many highly mechanized members.

That is also why he insisted on bringing Galatron.

That analytical ability might be able to meet occasional needs.

But to analyze this quirky director, perhaps he still has to rely on himself.

"Good morning, did you bring your girlfriend to church?"

Well, the severity of this opening insult might be enough to forego analysis; Aomo glanced blankly at the expressionless Mibu Bourbon, and seeing no obvious reaction, he relaxed and turned back: "Her name is Mibu Bourbon; as her trainer, I am responsible for her, and you might have seen her and this name in some reports."

It is well known that teenage girls are the most energetic, and horse girls are the most so; few trainers dare to make inappropriate jokes.

When a fit of indignation kicks at 70 km/h, you might not have time to recite a haiku.

But fortunately, the cyber horse girl is not that lively; Aomo also had no time to scrutinize Mibu Bourbon's freeze-up, and merely after confirming she had no movement, he proceeded to introduce and explain:

"As a public figure, one must avoid such scandal; a youth who lays hands on a seventeen‑year‑old girl will inevitably face countless contempt, so please watch your language, Director."

"Huh? Does Tresen really forbid early dating that much? I think seventeen is already not young."

"If you add the word 'forever,'" Aomo gave a slight nod.

"But if not, the age of majority in the modern Jidong District is twenty, based on the average age; by the way, is your focus here?"

"Then where should it be? I think that little girl isn't exactly fond of you." The director shrugged, gazing at Mibu Bourbon standing slightly behind Aomo, and stared intently at her expressionless face for several seconds.

"Never mind the basis of judgment; making an evaluation in front of the person concerned is always somewhat rude."

"Let me tell you, I've seen plenty of poker faces! There's an employee named Hakama who is also a member of my office, and I can read her emotions!"

The director seemed rather dissatisfied; to her, it started as just a joke then her eyes were questioned, but to Aomo, the scandal of the horse girl, especially romantic scandal, still gets tangled with the trainer's scandal, which is indeed sensitive.

He had just teamed up with the student council president, and the next thing he knew, he was packaged into an incident sent to the president's desk as an attack point, which feels somewhat like a tragedy of falling short midway.

He cannot help but put on a stiff, old‑fashioned posture.

"Then, Director with astonishing insight, why don't you go find that Hakama you mentioned?"

"No need for that; I'm here to find Bianca. We're not done waiting yet—first I'll chat with Miss Dadalos over there."

She said, raising her hand to point at the woman she had just spoken with, and introduced: "He is Aomo Lindun, a fairly strong mercenary and Tresen trainer."

Not giving Aomo time to introduce himself was indeed a small revenge.

It was revenge for Aomo's earlier topic shift laced with a bit of sarcasm.

And the woman she mentioned, who shares a name with the inventor from Hesiya District, is a blue‑haired four‑winged angel now facing Aomo.

Her bangs hung long enough to cover her eyebrows and eyes; although she posed as if making eye contact, there was no real connection—clearly she was not warm toward Aomo's earlier performance, and her greeting was just a slight nod.

Aomo also nodded in reply, then told the director: "You all keep talking; I need to take Bourbon to the Purification Section,"

"Purification Section?" the director exclaimed, looking at Bourbon, obviously not understanding how a poker‑faced horse girl could be related to that term.

In her impression, curses always either make one look unhealthy, make one's spirit over‑excited, or produce some visible odd trait; but she looked too normal.

Could it be…

"Is her poker face not natural?"

"Not entirely, but that's not the point," Aomo said, feeling no need to continue the conversation, "We need to solve other issues, so we'll leave now."

"Goodbye, Director." That greeting came from the hitherto silent Mibu Bourbon.

Although Aomo thought her poker face might also relate to the horse‑girl spirit, she herself said it was because she had received strict training since childhood, rarely having chances to chat, so she turned out this way.

Having observed many trainers, he certainly didn't think that lack of interaction could make one's expression and speech mechanical.

At most one could say there might be a partial reason, but only a slight one.

That horse‑girl spirit surely played an indispensable role, and what he sought was a religious department, aside from the Spirit Summoning Division, that is equally adept at soul research.

Among them, the Divine Blessing Gospel Class understands souls and is skilled at dispelling curses; Aomo, having been exposed to it since childhood, regards it as his first choice.

But he never expected to run into an acquaintance here.

Nor did he expect to meet an acquaintance's acquaintance.

Gazing at the pink‑haired woman seated in a wheelchair, wearing a halo, Aomo first noticed the ring above her head, then the fragmented light wings behind her.

As an angel, having a halo is nothing special; in the Divine Blessing Gospel Class you can see many angels, some without halos, some with flashy halos of various designs.

But such fragmented light wings are uncommon; this feature often comes from the land called Sakota in another world, which shares its name with the Federation.

As for the wheelchair… it's probably just a personal preference.

Nowadays it's rare to have leg trouble; even without legs one can grow or replace them, so a wheelchair—a device to aid those with leg inconvenience—can only be considered a makeshift tool.

And… convenient for lazy dogs who don't want to walk.

These lazy dogs not only permanently reside in wheelchairs, they even install various functions on the wheelchair; among them, the more insane kind even want to put the wheelchair on a high-speed track.

Just from Aomo's glance at the other person's legs, seeing no bandage traces, he could only regretfully admit that the other person is that kind of lazy dog.

Or is this some kind of special fashion of the Blessed Gospel Class?

Aomo also remembers that when handling business at the counter before, there was also a white-haired elf girl with ear rings, whose ID tag read 【Mingxing Riju】, also sitting in a wheelchair working.

Although a bit surprised then, I also thought it was just an isolated phenomenon.

How come even at the service office of the Purification Department, there's also a wheelchair-bound female angel.

Moreover, the style of the light wings looks very familiar…

When his gaze turned to the ID tag on the table, the other person's somewhat surprised gaze fell on his face, and they spoke first:

"Are you Mr. Lindon? Little Le has entrusted you to take care of me."

【Latraan Papal Hall, stationed at Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd

Blessed Gospel Class. Purification Department Temporary Registrar

Lei Miuan】