The cause of the matter was a witch who wanted to exchange her body for me to perform a purification spell, and of course I refused her offer. But then she proposed to trade her daily ration - a piece of black bread - with me. I agreed immediately.

You see, the food provided by the Divine Punishment Prison was only two kinds - black bread mixed with sawdust and sand, and undercooked bat meat without salt. Compared to the strange taste of the latter, I would rather eat black bread. Most importantly, the daily quota of food was really scarce.

After this trade, I started to make a living by exchanging bathing services for food.

At first, my business didn't go smoothly. Not all prisoners needed baths. You see, the Divine Punishment Prison housed heretics arrested by the Roman Catholic Church from all over the world. Guys like cyclops, werewolves, and ghouls didn't enjoy bathing as much.

So I started to think of ways to improve.

Because the Divine Punishment Prison was a prison for heretics, the various cruel tortures inflicted on the prisoners were naturally inevitable. And the prisoners often suffered greatly from the lack of treatment after being tortured.

Taking advantage of this phenomenon, I discovered the prisoners' "strong demand" in the Divine Punishment Prison. So I improved the effectiveness of the purification spell by adding sterilization and disinfection functions. As a result, the services I provided began to be highly sought after. It was a trade that all heretics in the Divine Punishment Prison were willing to make - trading a little food for timely treatment.

As a result, my business grew bigger and even many inmates developed the habit of bathing. Even the least hygiene-conscious cyclops couldn't stand not bathing for a week and feeling uncomfortable.

In order to expand my business, I began to study water-based healing spells. With the assistance of philosophers, various dark magicians, cult shamans, and killer priestesses in the prison, I developed many effective healing spells. Among them, the spell "Sound Drain" that transmitted healing through sound and soothed the soul was my proudest and most outstanding research result. Although the principle of this spell seemed absurdly evil to righteous people - accelerating wound healing by absorbing the life force, that is, life, from the recipient of the spell - it was as holy as the disguised "Great Healing Spell" of the heretic masters and agents of the Holy See after being improved by numerous powerful heretics in the prison. Even the uninformed would mistake it for a miracle.

In this way, my business and spells sparked a huge hygiene revolution in the Divine Punishment Prison. The prison, which was originally filled with blood, mud, feces, and a foul smell, gradually transformed into a sanitary apartment built underground in Jerusalem. Even the smell of perfume could be detected when the purification spell was cast. Such a transformation even shocked the supervisor sent by the Vatican. After visiting the prison, I clearly heard the old man exclaim, "Oh Lord, this is not a purgatory for punishing heretics, it is clearly cleaner and tidier than the most high-end noble residence in Rome!"

So in terms of treating the wounded, my ability is not inferior to the high-ranking priests of the Holy See.

After cleaning the girl's body, I used the spell "Potential Drain" on her. In my healing spell, this was a relatively gentle spell. Its principle was to induce the potential energy within the recipient's body to achieve self-repair. Although the healing speed would be slower, it was the most stable and gentle way for the wounded.

After casting the spell, the complete process of the spell still required some time. But I didn't need to be present for the entire time. So I started to look around the room.

I walked into the Commander's office and randomly pulled out a book from the bookshelf. It was the history of the Hospital Knights, written by the old Commander Nolsen de Drak.

I began to read through this chronicle, and sure enough, I found the following passage:

"... In X month of X year, the Grand Commander Nolsen led his knights and more than 30,000 refugees from the holy city to the coast of Jaffa, only to be surrounded by the army of the pagan king Saladin. At a critical moment, a heavenly angel with eight wings rose from the sea, leading our army and the people of the holy city across the ocean to the Kingdom of Cyprus..."

I knew it would be like this. That old fox Nolsen actually used me to glorify himself.

But I can't blame him for this, after all, Nolsen was also the benefactor who released me from the Divine Punishment Prison.Just then, I heard the girl groaning in pain from inside the room.

I hurried over to check.

The spell was indeed working fine, but the girl's breathing was still labored and rapid.

My gaze naturally fell upon the girl's chest.

It turned out to be bandages, sigh, it must be tough for her to dress up as a man.

With that thought in mind, I approached and untied the bindings on her chest.

Inevitably, I caught sight of the girl's proud, snow-white peaks.

Um, I didn't expect the captain to have such hidden large breasts.

As I watched the two trembling white rabbits on her chest,

I couldn't help but feel a little dizzy.

Hmm, no, this is not right. It is unethical for a doctor to do this to a patient.

Though I thought so, my hand still absentmindedly touched them.

Um, the feel is actually quite nice...

I gently squeezed the girl's breasts, and the soft sensation made it hard to resist.

Could it be that even in my transcendent state, I can feel attracted to human girls?

This is really...never mind, forget it, I...

Just as I was caught in the contradiction between desire and morality,

an awkward situation occurred.

The beautiful girl whose breasts I was holding slowly opened her eyes.

I let go of my hand and swallowed hard.

"Um... Captain, sir... I can explain... because this is part of the treatment... ha ha..."

To my surprise, instead of angrily grabbing my collar like I expected, the girl blushed and lowered her head, speaking in a soft voice like a mosquito.

"It's okay... If it's the Angel Master... it's allowed..."

Huh? What's going on?

While my brain was still short-circuiting, I saw the girl in front of me seem to have made a decision and stood up, pressing tightly against me.

"I swear... to serve the Lord... as his servant for my whole life... so... whatever the Angel Master... wants to do to me... is... fine..."

The warm breath from the girl's mouth hit my face, and without a doubt, I could feel the softness of her breasts against my chest.

It seems... my current situation... is quite bad...