Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 40 Diary
Nora opened the door, wiped the sweat from her head, and hung the shovel behind the door.

There was no layout in the room. There was only a table, a wooden box, and a roll of bedding in the corner.

Nora pulled the wooden box to the table. She would spread her bedding on it to sleep at night, and now it was her bench.

She supported herself with her hands and sat on the wooden box. She kicked off her bearskin boots, which she had brought from the north. It was really stuffy on this island.

It has been a long time since she came here, and she misses the churches and snow in the north.

Nora's eyes dimmed a little, and she took out a notebook from under the table.

This is her diary. Every clergyman of the Silent Church writes a diary. The White Plague was too terrible in the North. When rescuers arrived, there were often only corpses frozen in the ice left in the church. They could only look through the diaries left behind to know what happened.

Therefore, many people are reluctant to write a diary, feeling that it is like writing a suicide note.

But Nora never thought so. She thought writing a diary was a very romantic thing.

Writing her entire life in a book, and opening the book is like having a conversation with herself, which makes her feel good, as if the boundary between life and death is blurred.

She loves it.

Nora took out a feather pen from a small box, unscrewed the ink bottle and dipped it in ink. Then she carefully brushed away her long white hair that had slid onto the paper and began to write.

[The seventh day of the month of blooming flowers will be sunny.]

Today is a day worth recording. It's been almost two months since I arrived on Castell Island, and the church's mission has finally made some progress.

【Persistence is right indeed.】

[Since this month, the local lord, Xiusi, has not responded to me. He has also not mentioned the things he promised me before. I thought this mission had failed.]

[But this morning, he contacted me through the Queen's channels, which puzzled me. Later, I realized that he might be planning to contact me officially.]

[This is a good thing. Although the previous promise is likely to be invalidated, it at least represents a recognition of my strength.]

He must be in trouble.

[Sure enough, after some hypocritical greetings, he asked me to treat his "foreign friend."]

[And made a new promise.]

Even though I knew it was a lie, the words "This is your home, too" still made my heart tremble.

[White Crow followers, how long has it been since you were without a home?]

[Succeeding my brothers and sisters, you should be able to understand that feeling. ]

Like a bonfire in a snowstorm, like a ray of sunshine at the end of the polar night.

At that moment, a burning fire surged in my chest, and I was willing to do anything for this little bit of hope.

[Even if it means collaborating with a cult leader like Hughes.]

Nora frowned as she wrote this, paused, and glanced at the sky outside. She carefully put the pen aside, jumped off the box, then turned around and opened the box.

She supported the lid of the box with one hand and pulled out a set of armor tied together with leather belts from the box with the other hand.

Unbuckled her belt, she sighed softly, and laid them out one by one on the ground so that they could be put on later.

This kind of full body plate armor is very troublesome to wear without help, but unfortunately she is the only one here.

After arranging it, Nora hesitated for a moment, glanced at the diary reluctantly, then sat back at the table and started writing.

"From the moment he mentioned the alien races in the sea, I knew he had been corrupted. Since he is the lord of this place, the evil cult must have infiltrated here."

[Since that day, pollution has spread throughout the entire ocean. There are no longer any alien races in the sea, only monsters.]

【Strangely enough, I didn't find any trace of contamination on him.】

He didn't dare go to the Candlelight Sisters, so he came to me for help. I guess he planned to kill me after I finished my treatment. He specifically contacted me through official channels, so I think he planned to push the trouble onto me later.

It's a pity that he didn't understand the Undertaker and didn't know how great the power of a sacred death could be.

Nora squeezed the pen and snorted softly.

[I will help him with treatment, keep it secret, and force him to fulfill his promise.]

The Holy Temple has reached a dead end. We must cling to any hope we can. Even if it means collaborating with the evil god's lackeys, we must find a new home for our believers.

[Although the lord has been corrupted by the evil god, Castel is not beyond redemption. As long as a church can be established and a temple built here, this place will still be the home of the White Crow believers.]

[Homeland. We have paid too much for this word. The white disaster destroyed everything, and so many of our compatriots fell into despair.]

【Fortunately, there is still hope here. 】

[Our ancestors paved the way with their flesh and blood. Now it's my turn.]

[I have dug my own grave. My successor, please remember to bury me.]

May the snow go away and the flowers bloom.

Nora snapped the diary shut.

She carefully wiped the diary with the corner of her clothes, then picked it up and looked it over with concern.

Very nice, clean and tidy, this is her book.

My future successors will flip through this diary and miss me, as if I am still alive among them.

Nora thought about it, and her hands trembled unconsciously.

She placed a bouquet of flowers she had prepared long ago on it.

Those were flowers she had brought from the north, picked from the roadside, nameless wildflowers that she had always taken good care of, but now it seemed unnecessary.

She has written a secret letter which will be sent out soon, and the temple will send a successor.

Now, she needs to fulfill her responsibilities.

Nora pulled the cotton lining from the box and put it on, then the chain mail, and then the plate armor.

It's strange that after putting on the armor, all the weakness, hesitation and sentimentality left her.

She is a warrior now, and she will die in the charge.

very nice.

Noila Mo's mouth corners curled up slightly subconsciously, then quickly tightened.

He held the tower shield in his left hand and a flail in his right.

The priests of the Silent Temple are not good at reasoning, but when they smash the spiked hammer into the opponent's head, the enemy should learn something.

Nora even engraved scriptures from the Bible on the hammer of the flail.

After putting on her armor, Nora turned around, closed the lid of the box, and tidied the table.

After hesitating for a moment, she wrote another note, folded it in half and put it under the diary.

After doing all this, Nora pulled a cloak to cover the armor on her body, opened the door, and walked out without looking back.

　The update time is adjusted to 10 am and 8 pm respectively.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)