Monster Lord: The Goblin Offers the Saintess to Me at the Start

In the factory area.

The strong men who had been bitten by monsters earlier were now staring with wild enthusiasm.

"That's right, just like we said, the lord himself promised to protect us from the monsters, and he really can cure the infected!"

"Look, is my clothes torn by the monsters? You can't say I tore it myself just to trick you, can you? It's really cured, believe me!"

As they spoke, these men grabbed the person trying to run away from their side, "What, are you doubting the lord's healing power?"

"No, no, we're not doubting the lord, we're just not quite sure..." the person who was caught said with a sad face.

Around them, the wives, children, and elders of these strong men also began to tell their own experiences: "The lord really stepped in and saved us!"

"Not only did he step in, but that female knight was also patrolling around and helped several groups of people!"

"Don't believe me? Go ask around and you'll find out—several groups of people were attacked by monsters!"

"But they don't know about the lord's promise or the fact that he can cure the infection..."

"Our family members were personally rescued by the lord, so aren't you still not believing it?"

"Lord Sivis really promised to protect us!"

As they spoke, the people who had first been grabbed looked quite flustered at first.

But more and more people kept gathering nearby, stopping to listen.

The surroundings were a mess.

Sivis's reputation was clearly working.

It's true that whether people believe something depends on whether they want to believe it in their hearts.

For these people, they were desperate to hear that Sivis would protect them, desperate to hear that even if they were bitten by monsters, they still had a chance to be saved.

But they still thought it was too unbelievable.

The lord was such a high-ranking figure, would he really go out of his way to save a bunch of worthless commoners?

That was ridiculous.

But as they listened to the stories of those who had encountered monsters, and saw the men show off the clear torn wounds on their clothes from the monsters.

A thought slowly started to form in the hearts of the crowd.

Could it be... that they were telling the truth?

Soon, someone couldn't help but speak up:

"Did the lord really come to save you?"

"That's right, it's Lord Sivis! Even if someone might mistake someone else, can't we recognize him?"

The strong men spoke with excitement.

Another voice poured cold water on them.

"There are so many of us, one man can't possibly rescue all of us."

"Are you stupid? There's that female knight from the Knight Order, right? She might be able to bring some knights to help us, and then we can train ourselves and fight those monsters!"

"Lord Sivis has the power to cure the infection. If we hold the factory, and if our defenses don't break, everyone can survive!"

Their argument actually made sense.

The crowd listened, and their expressions changed slightly. They weren't afraid of fighting monsters head-on.

These were people who had barely survived in a life of hunger and uncertainty, growing up wild and tough.

They had the courage to fight monsters to protect the factory. Their only fear was getting bitten and infected, turning into monsters and attacking their friends, children, and family.

That kind of psychological pressure was the hardest to bear.

But fighting alone—well, they had the guts for that.

Soon, someone rushed forward and stood in front of the strong men, running their fingers over the torn clothes and the wounds underneath.

"Are the wounds on you all cured by Lord Sivis?"

"Yes! He not only removed the poison from our bodies, but he also healed the wounds."

"Ah, we should have made the lord stop treating us at the start. Our wounds weren't that bad, they would have healed in a few days. Let you see, we're really not infected!"

The men said with great confidence.

At this moment... most of the other people in the crowd had already believed them. After all, no one would joke about being infected by monsters.

Even with Sivis's name behind them, no one would believe them.

They would only...

Soon, someone got a rope and tied the few men tightly to a stone pillar.

The person tying them looked terrified, but the ones tied just comforted him.

"It's fine, go ahead and tie us, we really aren't infected."

The men looked very confident.

Below, the common people couldn't help but talk.

"Look at them, they probably are okay."

"If it were me, even if I was crazy, I wouldn't dare joke about being infected..."

"I think they really were rescued by Lord Sivis. That means... the lord really can cure the infection from monsters??"

A quiet wave of belief was spreading.

That...

A child couldn't help but speak up.

"We're really safe, right? He said he would protect us, didn't he!"

No one had said this clearly before.

At this moment... the entire crowd erupted in noise!

A lot of people couldn't help but stop and think.

They looked at the child, who had said the very thing that everyone wanted to say but had been too afraid to say out loud.

Whether the lord would save a few people didn't matter, whether he could cure the infection didn't matter.

In the end, they were just his workers, tools that made him money.

With Lord Sivis's status, he could easily gather as many people as he wanted.

So—

The real question was: Would Sivis save them when the monster wave hit?

And now, these men had given the answer—

Yes!

Sivis would definitely rescue them!

And not just some fake, superficial kind of rescue. He would take them out safely!

Lord Sivis had even proven that he had the power to do it!

How could the common people not be excited? How could they not be moved? But for now, most of them stayed silent—they still couldn't fully believe it.

Yet this doubt was quickly shaken.

The men who had been tied up showed no signs of infection at all. They didn't look like they had been infected at all.

Then more and more groups of people came to the factory area, excitedly telling the crowd about their experiences.

"Do you know what? We were almost killed by monsters!"

"It was so terrifying!!"

"Huh?"

"What do you mean we were also rescued by the lord? How do you know?"

"There were others who also received Lord Sivis's kindness??"

"Surely! This great man has shown us so much kindness, we can never pay it back!"

...

This new group of residents who had been rescued by Sivis couldn't help but express their feelings.

Others' eyes began to shine more and more.

More and more evidence showed that the lord wasn't just making a show.

As the third and fourth groups of rescued people arrived, the crowd rushed to ask about their experiences. They learned that after rescuing the first group, Sivis had immediately gone out to patrol the area, killing almost all the attacking monsters before leaving.

That meant this important figure was serious.

He truly wanted to protect these "peasants" who were worthless in the eyes of the nobles.

"We have a chance! Will Lord Sivis really step in?"

"He promised, and he really did it. This isn't fake!"

An old man with white hair suddenly rushed up onto the platform like he had gone crazy, and freed the strong men who had claimed to be infected but had been healed from the ropes.

"The old man looked as if his whole world had been turned upside down — he had lived in Minnet City for six or seven decades, and had seen countless church officials and nobles, some good and some bad."

The so-called good ones were just those who didn't oppress them and were relatively kind to them.

A noble like Sivis who said he would save everyone and let them all live... it was simply beyond common sense!

Lord Sivis could easily recruit countless common people in other cities, yet he valued us so much.

The old man cried uncontrollably.

The people around him fully understood his excitement. Seeing the old man act so emotionally, they also felt hope, and the chance to live!

Someone couldn't help but rush forward and help the old man up.

"Long live the lord! Long live Sivis!"

When did someone start saying that quietly?

Soon, those words spread through the crowd.

"Long live the lord! Long live Sivis!" The shouting grew louder and louder, like a wave that swept across the entire place.

Countless people were in a frenzy, chanting the same name together — Sivis.

The loud cheers shook the ground itself.

They had no more doubts in their hearts. They firmly believed that even if monsters attacked, the lord would definitely help them.

"Then what are we waiting for? Work hard, and devote ourselves to Sivis!"

At that moment, these workers who had been heavily exploited in Sivis's factory, with little rest and very low pay, stood tall.

Even though their lives were hard, and their wages were barely enough to feed their families, let alone have enough to eat or wear.

But as soon as they thought of their great lord, they couldn't help but straighten their backs...

Sivis might not have much heart, but at least he was still a human.

The cheers spread in all directions.

Vikalina, who was on patrol, heard it. She planted her spear in the ground and put one hand on her waist, looking toward the workers' direction and letting out a small smile.

Before this, she had only smiled when she saw people's lives improve. Now, she also felt relieved that Sivis was receiving such praise.

Meanwhile, another group of people had strange expressions.

"Are those people crazy? What are these commoners shouting? Again, it's Sivis..."

The man speaking was in bright silver armor, fully prepared for battle, but his face showed deep exhaustion and unease — he was a member of the Knight Order.

Sylar, who had previously been controlled by the Blood Clan, was also in the group!

His eyes shimmered with coldness.