Chapter 433

The Golden Voodoo King was in hibernation when it left its host.

It was noteworthy that it was very difficult to make the Golden Voodoo King recognize its master. This chubby worm had a proud personality and was very picky about its host, after all. Typically, it rarely acknowledged anyone as its master under normal circumstances, and it would only do so if it was injured or lured using a complex method.

Therefore, Olivia had dismissed it as inconsequential, never foreseeing that it would infiltrate her body and acknowledge her as its master.

It happened so quickly, and she had passed out from the pain before she could

even react.

When she woke up, she found herself in an unfamiliar room.

She blinked and tried to speak, but her mind was devoid of any recollection, leaving her unable to form any words.

‘What happened?‘ she wondered.

She suddenly frowned, hoping to recall her name, but what followed was a sharp pain in her head.

“Ouch… It hurts.” She collapsed onto the bed, tossing and turning with her head buried in her hands.

The stir in the room roused the young girl standing guard outside the door. Hurriedly, the girl entered, and asked with great concern, “Saintess, what’s the matter? Are you unwell? Should I fetch the doctor?”

Olivia suddenly turned around, grabbing the girl’s hand and asking coldly, What did you call me?”

“Saintess!” The little girl was at a loss, not knowing what to do.

Olivia frowned. Her intuition told her that something was wrong. Although she did not remember who she was, she was definitely not the Saintess that the little girl was talking about.

She endured the pain and sat up, then said coldly, “You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not the Saintess you’re talking about.”

“What’s wrong?” The little girl panicked. “You’re the Saintess. Look at your face. The significant dark birthmark and the faint golden hue in your blood–these are all distinct traits of the Saintess.

‘Blood? Gold?‘ Olivia pondered.

Olivia lowered her head and squeezed the wound on her fingertip, and she found that the blood that was revealed did have a faint golden color under the sunlight. Then she thought of the birthmark.

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mirror?” Olivia asked

hurriedly brought a mirror over, and as Olivia

area of dark birthmark, and it looked as though she had multiple scars across

not help but feel startled. Quickly, she recoiled

little girl quickly put away the mirror and brought over a

as a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes. Despite her lack of memory and the unsettling birthmark on her face, she did not

from the heavens, not something to

it away,”

taken off your veil before. Even when you eat, you eat alone. Although the people in the clan are aware that you have a birthmark on your face, they’ve never

the Saintess’s face. In fact, the Saintess, who was timid and

Whenever she went out, she

could not help but wonder why the Saintess had changed her

She raised her voice and asked, “I used to like

The girl nodded.

nodded. “What’s

widened. “Saintess, you don’t remember me? I’m

leaned against the bed and said coldly,

Charlee’s introduction, Olivia roughly knew her

a mascot, serving as a mere symbol and did not hold any

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face under the veil. This time, Berry had been severely injured by the shaking stone when she

to check her injuries, Charlee had no choice but to take off

Charlee

me, I was wearing a veil?” Olivia quickly discovered a suspicious point. If she was not Berry, there was no way she would wear a veil as she knew very well that she hated

if she was really the Saintess

a veil. You were also wearing the big robe you left the house in. However, perhaps because of your injuries, the robe

memories and severe headaches and stomach pain, she could only accept

come over to treat me,” Olivia

to it.

Mr. Flores stopped me. He said that your body is fine and that Mrs. Flores can

quite troublesome. Olivia’s gaze turned icy, and she swiftly picked the veil, placing it over

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