Alwin woke up with a jolt. His emerald green eyes were like two moist gems, crystal clear and breathtakingly beautiful. He opened his eyes and saw the young man with black hair sitting next to him.

The young man's black hair was casually tied up, with a few strands of hair falling casually about, adding a touch of lazy charm to him instead. He wasn't wearing a jacket, just a white undershirt, with his chest open to reveal his chest. The wavy neckline was like a flower, elegant and reserved, full of aristocratic charm.

Probably sensing his gaze, the other person looked over.

Dark eyebrows, amber eyes, a straight nose and lips.

Exquisite and refined.

"You're awake," said Lex, handing him the water bag. "Drink, the water is clean."

Alwin sat up. He found that he was fully clothed. He took the water bag and drank a mouthful in silence.

Lex said, "Are you an elf? Why are you lying in the middle of the road with nothing on?"

Alwin said softly, "I got separated from my people and met goblins in the forest."

Goblins like to play pranks and pick people's pockets, so Lex looked at him sympathetically and said, "You can rest here for a couple of days and then go find your people. Be more careful in the forest next time."

But Alwin suddenly asked, "Where are you going?"

Lex said, "Over two mountains, and I'll be in my territory."

Alwin's eyes narrowed slightly. "You're the lord?"

Lex nodded. He had finally met someone who would listen to him, so he said without any hesitation, "I didn't want to come, but the abbot said that if I didn't come, I would have to take his place. I thought about it and decided that it would be better to come."

The people here don't believe in Buddha or God, they believe in the Holy Spirit. They believe that the Holy Spirit is not a living being, but a consciousness that gives people strength, blesses harvests and births, and can also lose its temper—when it does, it causes violent storms and even shakes the earth.

In fact, mudslides and earthquakes, as well as natural disasters such as tsunamis and tornadoes, are all blamed on the Holy Spirit losing its temper.

Lex, on the other hand, was assigned here by the local Holy Temple.

The Holy Court wields great power, above even the king's, and even the king's words are of no use to the head of the Holy Court.

Lex thinks this is nonsense. The officials are all appointed by the Holy Court, so what power does the royal family have?

And here, apart from the human race, everything else is a lower race. After all, it is the human race that is in power now.

But even the human race is not doing well—apart from a few landowners and nobles like Lex, most humans are slaves, and even the common people are only found in the larger cities.

Not to mention the other races.

Each region has a sanctuary, which is their central hub. Every quarter, the lords of the territory must go to the sanctuary to listen to the teachings, cleanse their hearts, and pray for good weather and peace in the territory.

If a territory encounters a disaster, the people of the holy temple must be invited to the territory to drive away evil spirits. This will cost a lot of money. If there is still no change after the evil spirits are driven away, it means that there is something wrong with the lord of the territory. The holy temple will then send down a new lord and ask the old lord to leave the territory.

The one who manages these holy temples is the Supreme Holy Temple located in the Holy City. The head of the regional holy temple is the dean, and only the head of the holy temple is called the dean.

Lex sighed, "It's too tiring to be the dean."

In order to cleanse his soul, the abbot purifies himself every day – that is, he first smears himself all over with dung mud to show that he can remain pure in his heart despite the filthiest circumstances, and then washes it off with cold water.

Although it is said to be washing, it actually requires twelve prayer masters from the holy courtyard to fill a wooden bucket with water and splash it at him from different directions.

This must be done in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Lex felt that being an abbot was even worse than being a lord, so he hastily agreed to the assignment.

He felt that the dean was indeed the most respectable person in the monastery, and one who could get mud and slime on their body every day was truly admirable.

Especially after being splashed with cold water for so many years, he had never caught a cold in winter. If you catch a cold or have a fever here, it's like taking a step towards the gates of hell.

"By the way, my name is Lex, what's your name?" Lex asked.

Alwin pursed his lips and said, "Alwin"

He said nothing more, leaned against the carriage and closed his eyes to rest.

Lex, on the other hand, didn't feel Alwin's indifference—he was so happy that he could have jumped up and cheered.

How precious it was to have someone who didn't fall in love with him at first sight and didn't show him affection!

It was worth it to have him on the carriage and to have him wear his clothes.

He had been here for years, but no one had ever listened to him seriously. Everyone looked at him like they were looking at a piece of fat meat. Whatever he said sounded like flirting to them, and he couldn't have normal human interactions, not even finding someone to talk to.

It was so hard to find someone who didn't love themselves, Lex couldn't help but feel emotional.

He could practically worship the other person, saying prayers every day, hoping that the other person would still not love him tomorrow.

Lex was in such an ecstasy.

Outside, Elijah shouted, "My lord, how are you doing in there! I hope the elf hasn't done anything to you!"

Alex followed suit, saying, "My lord, we will definitely defend your chast..."

Lex took a deep breath and said, "I'm fine, keep walking, I'll call your names when I need you."

At that moment, Alwin suddenly asked, "Do you know how many races there are?"

Lex said, "Actually, I don't know very well..."

Alwin's eyelids drooped: "There is a race that is even rarer than the elves. They hide in the harshest climates and terrains, and over time, they have become legends. No one knows if they really exist, but many people believe they do."

Lex was taken aback. He asked as seriously as if he were hearing an urban legend: "What race?"

Alwin: "The Succubus."

Lex: "...So that's a legend, right?"

Even the dean had told him that the Succubus was just a legend, and it was even less likely to exist than the Abyssal Demon.

Alwin said, "Succubus reach adulthood at the age of sixteen, and after they become adults, they change their appearance. I heard that they are even more beautiful than elves, with the most beautiful faces and voices in the world. They can attract everyone, both men and women, and everyone will become the Succubus's captive."

Lex laughed, "If the Succubus is really that beautiful, then everyone in the world will become the Succubus's captive, and what will become of the human race?"

Alwin shook his head and said, "The Succubus will be controlled, and they will eventually become a gift from the royal family to the nobles. The Succubus can only give birth to children of the same species, and over time, they will naturally disappear from people's view."

For some reason, Lex suddenly shivered.

He subconsciously thought about himself. When he first arrived, indeed, quite a few nobles gathered around him, both men and women. One of the most radical ones was preparing to force himself on him in the middle of the night. If Lex hadn't been sleeping too soundly and had another burst of strength, he would have probably succeeded.

Being too popular is not good either. There are too many people who love him, and there are always a few who will turn black and hate because of love.

Lex couldn't help but think—I'm not going to be from the Succubus clan, am I?

But then he thought again, "No, if he were a Succubus, that would make even less sense. He suddenly appeared here, with no parents or relatives, and even his body, he wasn't sure if it was his own or someone else's.

If it was someone else's body, why is it still his hair color, eye color, or even his figure? It was almost exactly the same as it was before he traveled through time.

But if it were his own, he didn't have such deep eyes before.

Lex has thought about this for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out, so he could only ask Alwin, "Do you believe there are Succubi in the world?"

Alwin: "Do you believe there are Abyssal Demons in the world?"

Although Succubi also have the word demon in their name, they are not technically demons. The true demons encompass many races, and they live in the Abyss, which is at the bottom of the cliffs at the end of this continent.

The demons are cruel and fierce, and they are always fighting. Fortunately, they cannot climb up the cliffs.

However, since the people on the cliff cannot go down, and the demons under the cliff cannot climb up, it is unknown whether the demons exist or not. It is only the Holy Court that has always emphasized that the demons truly exist. Only in this way can people hope that the Holy Spirit will protect them.

The parchments Lex had read about contained descriptions of the demon race. They all looked strange, but they all had one thing in common: they all had horns on their heads, and they were always sharp. The thicker the horns, the more powerful the demon. The horns grew out of the forehead, and they came in different colors and patterns.

But only the Demon King had pure black horns, without a speck of color.

And even the mighty Demon King could disguise his appearance and become any race.

Lex: "I don't really believe it."

Alwin chuckled, "You're from the Holy Court, and you don't believe in demons?"

Lex said seriously, "If the Demon King is really powerful enough to disguise himself as any race, why has no demon ever climbed out of the Abyss over the years? Even if there really are demons, the Demon King must not be as powerful as it says in the books."

Lex felt that he had a good point, and gave an example: "Speaking of horns, the Minotaur also has horns, so it's possible that the Demon King looks similar to a Minotaur."

Lex thought, "But the Minotaur's horns have a symmetrical beauty, and only having one horn would be too ugly."

Alwin: "..."

Lex looked at him seriously and asked with a smile, 'Do you think I'm right?'

Alwin was silent for a long time, and finally replied, "It makes sense."