SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 271 - 271 269 Sincerity Leads_1

Chapter 271: Chapter 269 Sincerity Leads_1 Chapter 271: Chapter 269 Sincerity Leads_1 “Quite a number of titles…”

Colin looked at the excited Vanessa in front of him, and couldn’t help but feel a surge of curiosity about the saint.

After all, when he first took in the source of the “Beast Transformation Syndrome” and those affected by “0-9 Hunger,” Helena was willing to help him selflessly from beginning to end, seemingly influenced by the saintess.

Otherwise, Colin wouldn’t have been able to mobilize the people from that city to assist him.

In that regard, he owed her a favor.

The only thing he couldn’t understand was why she would help a stranger like himself.

Besides, among the refugees Colin had helped, the most prayed-to figure, aside from the four deities of the Knight Kingdom and the Three Teachings, was generally the “Light” Church’s saintess.

Even many lower-class followers of other teachings, in addition to worshiping their own deity, would pray to the “Light” Church’s saintess, almost as if their hearts lay elsewhere despite being in another camp.

This was a situation Colin found himself in often—many refugees thanked the “Saintess” first for their food.

Of course, Colin’s eagerness to think about her was definitely not because he felt slighted seeing refugees consuming the food, drinking the water, and living in the houses he had provided, while praying to someone else.

However, Colin thought that the saintess, as spoken of by the refugees, was a bit mythologized.

He was curious what such a revered individual truly looked like in reality…

“When will she be coming? I ought to treat her well.”

Colin earnestly said, knowing that someone who could escape from a massive disaster with countless burdens must be incredibly strong, without even having to think about it.

And from the bits of information he had gathered, she was indeed one of the strongest individuals in the world.

Plus her exalted status…

Colin could only hope that nothing would go wrong when she visited his domain.

Otherwise, if her zealous believers came after him, Colin didn’t know if he could withstand them.

“I’m not sure, possibly half a month, or maybe a month?”

“Half a month, a month, that’s no rush…”

Colin pursed his lips, calculating: half a month equates to one month, one month equates to two months.

There was plenty of time.

“Yes.” After announcing the safe return of the saintess, Vanessa’s wheat-colored face relaxed quite a bit, and then she took out a small item from her pocket and held it in front of Colin:

“Mr. Colin, do you still have any more of this? I—I’d like to have one, to let Her Saintess try as well. I can compensate with work hours!”

Colin looked down and saw a piece of White Rabbit Creamy Candy with only a third remaining.

He remembered giving it to her last week—it was clear she’d been eating it sparingly.

“You gave me two before, and I intended to save one, but… it was really too delicious, and I’d never tasted anything like it before. I couldn’t help myself.”

Vanessa hung her head, speaking like a child who had done something wrong, almost as if she were about to recite a penitential prayer.

Wouldn’t it seem a bit cheap to entertain that saint with such a thing?

Colin felt a mix of amusement and consternation as he took another few pieces of candy from his pocket: “I’ve run out of that kind of candy for now, but here are some other fruit-flavored ones that also taste quite good…”

“Oh?” Upon hearing Colin’s words, Vanessa looked a bit disappointed, but after giving them a try, her eyes brightened. The sour and sweet flavor, with a touch of unfamiliar fruit, felt good as well.

If she had a choice, though, she’d still prefer the white milk candy.

Then.

The young nun seemed to think of something and closed her eyes sincerely, muttering a few words—though her voice was soft, Colin still caught the gist of it: “Thanks to the saintess’s ‘Revelation’ for leading her here, thanks to Mr. Colin,” and so on…

Good grief, what does my candy have to do with her… Colin squinted slightly, waiting for her to finish praying, before saying:

“I’ll bring some more next time I come. However, compared to a few candies, I think what the saintess might care more about isn’t that…”

“Ah? What might that be?” The young nun asked curiously.

“Given the saintess’s character, I think she’d be happier to see everyone here having houses to live in rather than ruins, having food rather than hunger, all people living and working in peace without pain and suffering from disease. More than a few candies, perhaps she’s more concerned with things like that…”

“It does seem that way,” Nun Vanessa nodded, feeling that Colin’s words made sense, as if he understood the saintess even better than she did.

“But… look at those houses yet to be rebuilt, those wastelands being reclaimed, those people filled with disease—we’re still a long way off. This construction site, oh no, this area needs more people willing to rebuild their homes. If we can quickly build more houses to shelter everyone, regardless of their status or wealth, seeing such a scene, I think the saintess might feel more gratified…”

Colin reached out and patted the little nun on the shoulder. During this period, he had gained some insight into how to inspire her. Despite her naïvety and belief in a certain “righteousness,” she selflessly dedicated herself to the cause, with the great strength to efficiently move more than a dozen bricks alone.

Moreover, compared to her choice to join Lin Yilan in providing medical care to people, Colin truly believed that she would be better suited to working on a construction site or farming.

After all, compared to the high purity of her physical strength, the effect of her so-called “Light” was not as effective as a single Amoxicillin.

However, Colin was surprised when, right after he finished speaking, the little nun suddenly said, “Mr. Colin, is what you said true? To let those people… have their own houses? And to allow them to move in?”

She pointed to the disaster victims who were still gaunt but whose status had improved considerably…

“Yes, we are not able to do that now, but we will work towards that goal,” he nodded. Colin had also noticed these days that the more satisfied the refugees were with their situation, the purer their recognition, the purer that “Colorless Crystal” would be, and the faster the production speed would increase.

Even bathing in such an atmosphere, he felt his control over the “Bonfire” becoming more skillful and effortless.

This was probably the reason Lady Bunny wanted him to do good deeds…

Colin wasn’t sure if continuing like this would make him a “Firebearer,” but… trying it out wouldn’t cost any money.

After hearing his words, the little nun seemed to be struggling with something, with her head bowed. Colin was about to ask to quickly resolve the doubts in her heart—

After all, the silence for the past minute or so may have caused a dozen baskets of clay to be brought over.

At that moment, the little girl appeared to make a decision, “I will write a letter to have some people from the ‘Light’ Church come over and help when the time comes. They are more formidable than I am, maybe dozens of them…”

She wasn’t completely unaware of Colin’s plans, yet she didn’t mind them much either.

Because doing so indeed could help more people, it aligned with the Church of Light’s current reformed idea to eradicate suffering…

Another key point was, as far as she knew, though this place was territory of The Kingdom of Knights, Colin’s demonstrated formidable strength had essentially made it an independent “kingdom.”

Even the discontented nobility could not reach into this place…

“This…”

Colin was momentarily stunned, then catching on he smiled, “That’s, of course, welcome.”

It wasn’t long before the little nun left. Colin then pondered the matter of a few employees, planning to see, upon his return, whether he could upgrade their permissions and use a higher grade of “Gene Compensation Medicine” to boost them or acquire some strength recovery items.

At that moment, his clothing was tugged, interrupting his thoughts. Colin turned his head and noticed Little Red pulling at him.

After having bathed, she was much cleaner and better groomed than she had been two days ago, dressed in patched but whitewashed hemp clothing, with her scalp free from the chaotic mess and visible lice scurrying around.

Although her frame was still diminutive and emaciated from long-term malnutrition, and her face thin, she finally looked a bit like a young girl.

Before getting to the bottom of why her eyes had turned red, Colin had decided to keep her by his side…

“What’s the matter?” He patted her head, pulling out a piece of candy from his pocket, but while the little girl eyed it longingly, she did not take it. Instead, she asked in a childlike voice, “Can I, can I do any work to help you?”

You’re still a child laborer… Colin looked at the little girl who was less than one meter twenty in height and whose exact age he did not know: “In a few days, I will teach you something. For now, just accompany me as we walk around the estate.”

“Okay.” Little Red stared at his face, blinking her eyes.

“Hehe…”

Colin stroked her head, deciding to bring her the children’s favorite “One Lesson Three Practices” when the time came.

“Little Red sis…”

Just then, another child ran over, laughing, but upon seeing Colin, his voice halted with an inexplicable fear.

“What’s the matter?” Little Red let go of Colin’s clothes, standing like a big sister.

“The mole seems to be dying…”

After Colin rescued them, they had temporarily kept the two moles they had caught for extra food.

Unfortunately, today one of them seemed to be on the brink of death…

However, clearly it should be a sad moment for normal children, yet Colin couldn’t help but see the poorly concealed smile on the boy’s face—

It looked like an anticipation for a feast.

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