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Chapter 619: The life of the unlucky White (4k+)

In the small convent in the town of Boscana, a tall nun was sweeping the floor with a broom.

She was wearing a black and white nun's uniform made of old cotton cloth, which was obviously passed down from someone else. The collar and cuffs were rubbed and had small white balls of fur on them.

But the owner of the clothes carefully made some improvements and cuts to the clothes, deliberately pulling the waistline and hip line inward, revealing the nun's attractive and moving lines.

The nun had a black castor scarf wrapped around her head to cover her soft hair, and a bronze saint pendant around her neck.

Sister Hayes, that's what the men in the town called her, while the women called her "Unclean White" behind her back and repeatedly told their men and children to stay away from her.

White Hayes, she lowered her head and stared at the dust raised by the broom, her eyes full of indifference and hatred.

The action of lowering her head is also her signature posture. She doesn't want people to see her fierce eyes, and she doesn't want to meet the gazes of those vulgar fishermen who greedily scan her body.

A year ago, she followed the instructions of her "mother" Charlotte Hayes and approached Ricky Baldwin, the captain of the Special Investigations Department. But she never expected that the other party was so cunning and had prepared a trap for her to step into.

White, who had just been arrested, still hoped that his mother could rely on her deep connections in New Newlon to get him out of prison.

But...what surprised White was that Ricky was so cruel and did such a ruthless thing.

He asked the Saints of Mosesad to take her to Vitalia on the grounds of heresy! The Inquisition was not influenced by the secular world, and the Investigation Department could not withstand the pressure from the Mosesad noble circle, and was forced to release her.

White had no choice but to sit on the Saint's Pie's sailboat and arrive in Victoria after half a month of bumpy ride.

She has not despaired yet, she is waiting for her mother to save her and escape from the suffering.

But a month passed, two months passed, and there was no news. She didn't even receive a letter.

White could only curl up in the dark cell of the Holy See, cursing the damn Ricky and the damn Saint Pie!

But during this time, she also figured out one thing clearly, that is, if she wants to regain her freedom, she can only rely on herself, and this is by no means an impossible task.

She could feel that the clergy were deliberately avoiding her sight. They didn't dare to look at her!
Yes, that’s absolutely right. They are definitely not as pure and pious as they appear to be. They also have the seeds of desire in their hearts, but they are well hidden.

White was waiting for an opportunity. She acted submissive, saying that she had converted to the saint's faith and sincerely repented for her past mistakes. Her slightly furrowed brows and the tears that rolled down her cheeks were just like in the past, and she was always successful.

The inquisitor and the nuns were all moved. They seemed to believe White and felt that this stunningly beautiful young girl was just a lamb who had gone astray.

She has sincerely repented and realized the mistakes she had made.

Since then, the Holy See has become increasingly lax in its supervision of White. This is not a special favor to White. After all, the Holy See has a limited number of black cells. For people like White who have neither actively promoted heretical ideas nor had blood on their hands, as long as their attitude is correct, the Holy See's treatment of them will be mainly based on persuasion.

White was taken out of the prison and initially had to wear shackles to participate in daily work in the orchard. After a few months, her shackles were removed.

White was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to escape Victoria completely.

And during this period of time, she did see hope of being rescued.

The Sahagun faction suddenly raised its banner during that period! They denounced the corruption and stupidity of the Holy See, and the so-called saints' processions were nothing but a stupid trick by those stupid clergy.

The will of the Virgin Mary has been usurped and defiled, and the Sahagunites will go to the Holy See on Candlemas Day to seek an explanation.

A cunning smile crept up the corners of White's mouth again.

Saint Baraan... White didn't know who Saint Baraan was, but she hoped that this patron saint would die quickly. As long as he died, the Holy See would be leaderless and become a mess. That would be a perfect opportunity for her to escape.

But fate played a joke on her again.

The aggressive Sahagun faction actually lost... actually lost. On Candlemas Day, they were completely defeated in the battle with the Holy See.

The believers were liquidated by the Inquisition, and Victoria was in a panic for a while. White had already packed his bag for escape, but in the end he could only return to the orange orchard in despair.

Later, because of White's active performance in the orange orchard, people naturally gave her more preferential treatment.

She was sent to this remote town, nominally a nun of the Holy Virgin Mary, but actually a prisoner under the guardianship of the Holy Virgin Mary nuns.

Just as White was daydreaming, the door of the monastery opened.

A dozen sturdy men entered the monastery with their chests and bellies bulging. They sat down on the benches, laughing and gazing at the statue of the saint in the dilapidated monastery.

"It's not time for worship yet. You may have to wait a few hours before coming back."

White, waving a broom, walked up to the strong men and spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.

"Isn't it time yet? We are very pious! The saint's blessing can bless us with a prosperous business and keep us healthy and free from disasters. Well, let's wait here for a while."

The young man with messy black curly hair who was leading the group shouted frivolously.

The man's name is Warren Whitaker, and he is a well-known villain in the town.

"When will we do it?"

After the polite talk, it was time to talk in private. White pretended to sweep the dust off the bench and asked the villain in a low voice.

“Just today, I heard that the Saint’s warships are back, damn it, a little faster than I expected.

But don't worry, these believers won't move that fast. They seem to have won a victory in the Lost Sea, and the Holy See will celebrate for a few days and nights. It's time for us to take action."

Valen is nominally the town's fisherman.

But only those who are familiar with him know that Valen is engaged in tobacco smuggling and piracy business.

Relying on the gray industry and murder and robbery, this guy gathered a large number of subordinates and was simply the local tyrant in the town.

However, he has not had a good time in the past six months.

Because of the sudden rise of Cosmic brand cigarettes, Valencia's smuggled tobacco lost many sales channels.

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Valen has hundreds of brothers who depend on him for their livelihood. If he suddenly tells these bastards to tighten their belts and live a frugal life, hehe, I guess these people will rebel against him without anyone else doing anything!
Therefore, Valen decided to make a big profit, then take his brothers out to sea and find a place to set up his own business.

He and White each had their own ulterior motives, but interests brought them together. White took advantage of the town's church service and used his charm to secretly hook up with several servants from the lord's manor.

Although these country lords did not build sturdy stone castles at home, the gates of their towering wooden fortresses would be closed at night. Relying on these villains to attack the city... is really unrealistic.

White's plan was to use his insider information to cooperate with the gang, break into the manor with the gang, kill everyone and rob them, and then escape from Victoria.

"You will wait for me at the foot of the Birch Cliff tonight. You cannot enter the manor without my people."

White was quite smart. She was afraid that if she exposed her cards completely, these villains would leave her alone.

“No problem, no problem, Sister White.

One more question, have you considered what to do after leaving Victoria? Do you want to come with us? With this money, I guarantee that you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life."

Valen took the opportunity to take advantage of White and touched the back of his white hand.

"It depends on the situation. To be honest, I'm a little reluctant to let you go." White's voice was so enchanting that Valen's body softened. But what he didn't know was that White was not going to let them go. Once they left Victoria, White had plenty of ways to make these villains sink to the bottom of the sea along with that stinky fishing boat.

"Then it's settled. If anyone from the Saint's Sect wants to notify the police..."

Valen stopped talking halfway because he saw out of the corner of his eye a little girl standing against the wall of the chapel, her eyes fixed on him and White.

Where did this girl come from...

Valen looked at her arrogantly and found that the girl looked both familiar and unfamiliar.

She was short and thin, with a pair of deep black eyes and long black hair. She was wearing a white priest robe that didn't fit her well, but it was very new.

Valen recalled that he had indeed never seen her before, but... he didn't know why, but he felt that this girl looked particularly familiar.

"do you know her?"

Valen spoke in a low voice. Although he looked rough, he was cunning. When he was conspiring with White, even the brothers behind him could not hear their conversation.

This girl was more than ten meters away from me. Could she have seen something?

"I don't know him. He seems to be new here."

White glanced lazily. She really didn't know this nun. Did she just arrive last night? Was she also a prisoner like herself?
"Hey, Sister, we are devout believers, waiting for the blessing of the saint.

For the sake of the Saint, please stop looking at us so directly, unless... you want to come over and talk to us about the teachings in the Holy Scriptures?"

Valen shouted in a gangster-like manner, trying to scare away this inexplicable nun.

But the girl standing in the corner not only did not leave, but smiled at him, her eyes cast on these people without any hesitation.

"Is he a deaf-mute?"

White muttered in confusion.

"White, find a chance to lure this girl out of the monastery later."

Valen was a ruthless man. He was leaving Victoria tonight anyway, so he would not allow anything to go wrong with his plan.

Regardless of whether the skinny nun in front of him understood his plan, he was determined to leave no one alive.

"It's all up to you."

White responded sweetly.

In the following period of time, both sides carefully checked all the details of the burning, killing and looting that took place that night.

After the discussion was over, Valen stretched and glanced over...

Hey, that girl hasn't moved from the beginning to now. She is still standing there holding a holy book and looking at him. That look makes Valen feel a chill down his spine.

"We're leaving first. Don't forget what I asked you to do just now."

Valen whispered, his hand quietly pointing behind his back at the black-haired girl in the corner, and White nodded.

More than a dozen thugs stood up from the benches and walked towards the monastery gate, but just before Valen's foot was about to step out of the gate, there was a dull "bang" and the door closed by itself!
A thug behind Valen was stunned for a moment and quickly grabbed the door handle and pushed it.

But no matter how hard he tried, the door didn't move at all, as if it had been locked from the outside.

"Useless things!"

Valen's reputation was not boasted by others, but was earned through bloody battles. He has the hardest fist among this group of people, and he has the greatest strength among them.

Pushing away his useless subordinates, Valen gathered up all his strength and pushed the door open.

Still motionless, Valen pulled with all his might, but the same thing happened!
They didn't move, but the girl who had been standing in the corner of the chapel moved. She slowly walked to the statue of the saint and refilled the extinguished holy candle.

"what!"

White suddenly screamed without warning.

With the help of candlelight and sunlight coming through the stained glass, she discovered that this new nun looked about 40% similar to the sculpture of the saint!
"Damn it, open the door for me!"

One of his men followed Valen's gaze and looked at the girl, but as soon as he finished speaking, he flew into the air and rushed towards the wall in the direction of the girl at an extremely fast speed.

With a loud bang, the person was embedded in the wall like a meat patty, and the splattered blood added a circle of blood-red halo outside the outline of the corpse.

The nun in white walked over to the body and picked up a pack of cigarettes from the ground.

This pack of cigarettes was in the pocket of the dead subordinate. The cigarettes slipped out of the pocket when the man was flying in the air.

The nun took a cigarette from the box, lit it with the candle, and took a long puff:
"call……

Ricky is such a bad guy, it's really uncomfortable if I don't smoke this thing for a day or two."

It turns out she can talk!

"Saint, compassionate saint, they forced me to do this. I am just a powerless girl. What can I do in the face of these vicious guys?

Please forgive my sins. I promise, I promise that from now until the day I die, I will serve you well in the monastery, spread the gospel, and help those poor people.

Please forgive me. "

White had seen and experienced everything, and she knew that there were some supernatural powers in this world.

Even if the nun in front of him was not the saint herself, she must have this kind of great power. Her pleading and confession were so sincere, coupled with her beautiful face, it was hard not to feel sympathy for her.

"call……"

Unexpectedly, Castalana completely ignored White who was crawling at her feet.

The saint flicked the ash from her cigarette, and all of it fell onto White's castor headscarf. White shivered but didn't dare to move at all.

"Whoosh!"

In Valen's eyes, White was still lying on the ground one second, and flew to the ceiling the next second.

The ceiling of a chapel usually has a raised decorative cornice, and White's body was stuck straight into the cornice. Blood dripped from the wound in his abdomen and fell on the pews in the chapel like raindrops.

"Brothers, they're fighting her!"

There was no way to retreat at this point, and Valen gave a call, and the criminals drew out the sharp weapons hidden on their bodies and rushed towards Castalana.

(End of this chapter)