I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 426, 1.27-7: A Bouquet of Blessings

Day 7

"Good morning." Mu Yegui pushed open the door and looked at the bright sunshine outside, speaking slowly.

"You can't always have your hair all messed up," the mother said softly, looking at the woman with her long, disheveled hair walking downstairs.

Mu Yegui casually ruffled her fluffy, soft, misty gray long curly hair, as if she were combing it.

"This won't do." The mother frowned, took Mu Yegui's hand, and pulled her back into the room.

She picked up the comb from the table and sat behind Mu Yegui, combing Mu Yegui's hair as she said, "No matter how troublesome it is, you have to make sure your hair is smooth."

Mu Yegui's naturally curly hair is barely noticeable even when not combed. Although it looks a bit messy, it has a sense of order within the chaos, giving it a unique charm.

"Such beautiful hair, it must be taken good care of." The mother looked at the long hair in her hands, her eyes filled with affection, and said softly.

Mu Yegui sat obediently in place without moving. She personally felt that it didn't matter if she didn't comb her hair, since it wouldn't interfere with her daily life.

Gently braid your long hair into a beautiful three-strand braid, and then tie it into a bow with a red ribbon.

She gently put down the comb in her hand and suddenly fell silent.

"It feels like so much time has passed, it's been so long since I combed your hair..." the mother chuckled softly, as if reminiscing about something.

Mu Yegui was slightly taken aback. She had indeed vaguely realized that she was not her real child, but was just being mistaken for her.

“There are Vatican servants coming to inspect today. If you don’t want to see them, stay in your room and don’t come out.” The mother gently stroked Mu Yegui’s head. “Don’t be afraid, I will protect you.”

Mu Yegui looked down at her sharp fingertips, remaining silent. She didn't believe an ordinary person could protect her, but since she was forbidden from using force, it was best not to go out and cause trouble.

Jafar suddenly pushed open the door and ran in, saying to the two of them, "The people from the Holy See are here!"

The mother's expression changed slightly, and she quickly pulled Mu Yegui to the wardrobe, urging her to hide inside.

"Hurry up and go inside! Don't get caught!"

Compared to her mother's anxious expression, Mu Yegui remained calm. She glanced at Jiafaer and then looked at her mother's expression again.

Mu Yegui disliked being ordered around or having decisions made for her—no, she should say she utterly loathed it, instinctively wanting to refuse or even rebel. However, seeing her mother's worried and anxious expression, she nodded and chose to obey.

After she climbed into the wardrobe, the door closed.

Just seconds later, the door was suddenly pushed open.

"We've received intelligence that you have a 16-year-old girl in your family. The Vatican is looking to recruit such a pure young woman as a saintess. Would you be so kind as to grant us an audience?" A man in a white robe, who was at the head of the group, said to the man and woman inside the room.

“We don’t have the child you’re talking about,” the mother said, her face full of resistance.

"I don't know where you got this information, but I'm the only child in this family," Jafar said with a light laugh as he stepped forward, blocking his mother's path.

The man in the white robe frowned, suspiciously scanning the room before finally fixing his gaze on the wardrobe next to his mother.

"May I open the wardrobe?" he asked with a stern face.

"Breaking into someone's home and trying to see into a woman's wardrobe? I didn't expect the clergy of the Holy See to be as upright as the legends say," Jafar said coldly. "All I know is that there is a heinous criminal here who tried to hide the Holy See's future saintess. If you want to contradict me, then open the wardrobe, open both doors at the same time."

Clearly, he didn't give anyone a chance to play tricks, denying the possibility that someone was hiding behind another door after only one door was opened.

Jafar wanted to make a move, but considering his role in this instance, he ultimately stepped aside and chose to step back.

"Open it quickly!" The mother's hands trembled as she slowly closed her eyes and, as if resigned to her fate, opened the two doors of the wardrobe.

After the wardrobe door opened, Mu Yegui jumped down and stood on the ground. His cold silver eyes glanced at the white-robed man at the head, pondering whether or not to make a move.

"Just as I thought, she certainly fits the image of a future saintess. Take her away!" The white-robed man glanced at Mu Yegui from head to toe, then waved his hand, signaling them to leave.

"Don't touch my child!" The mother hugged Mu Yegui tightly, like a fierce mother hen protecting her chicks, not allowing anyone to approach.

"Hurry up and pull them apart," the white-robed man frowned and ordered.

The clergy behind them surrounded the two of them, grabbing the mother without mercy and trying to drag her away.

Mu Yegui could feel her mother's grip tightening, and she trembled with fear, afraid that someone would snatch Mu Yegui away from her.

"Could you please not be so rude to a weak woman!" Jafar stroked the silver ring on his index finger, frowning as he looked coldly at the white-robed man.

"Hmph, if she hadn't been blocking our way, we wouldn't have had to be treated like this," the white-robed man sneered. "Hurry up!"

Mu Yegui looked down as the hands that were holding her were forcibly pried open little by little, and even her mother's hands were broken. She heard her mother's painful cries in her ears.

I can't feel it...

I still can't feel any emotion, but if a human were in this situation, they would probably resist.

Mu Yegui shifted her body, but heard a soft cough beside her, as if reminding her not to break the rules. She stopped moving, offering no resistance, simply standing still, like a beautiful but lifeless doll, devoid of self-awareness.

Jafar walked to his mother's side and gently helped her up.

He was furious at the group's rudeness, but due to the rules and his own position, he couldn't help them. He could only watch helplessly as it all unfolded, just like the plot of his destiny.

The woman's child was taken away by the Vatican under the pretext of a potential sainthood, and never returned...

Of course, this is a plot that has been repeated for a hundred years, and there may be some changes this time.

Jafar gently comforted his mother, but was pushed away and forced to sit on the ground.

He blinked his somewhat vacant, sea-blue eyes, frowned, and reflected the image of the mother who had lost her child as she stumbled and ran out.

That direction seems to be a cemetery...

So, they still chose to seek help from the witch in the cemetery?

Jafar stood up, sighed softly, and walked out the door, raising his eyes slightly to look at the clear, cloudless sky.

"It's time to get ready."

(End of this chapter)