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Chapter 429 Brother Vincent

The order was already in a precarious state, with the entire order dwindling to just one elderly nun, and even maintaining the basic operation of the monastery had become a luxury.

The ancient sanctuary had fallen into disrepair, and its precious books were covered in dust. It seemed that this lineage, which had been passed down for thousands of years, was about to be completely severed.

When the three elderly nuns of Langdon Abbey learned of this situation, they extended a sincere invitation to each other out of sympathy.

Although Langdon was also struggling financially, he at least still had his own convent, which could provide a place of refuge for his last sister.

In their letter, they wrote: "The bloodline of the Silent Sisters is already too thin; let us at least help each other."

However, the stubborn old nun declined this well-intentioned offer. She chose to embark on her journey alone, becoming an attendant to a certain judge.

At the time, this decision seemed like a desperate gamble, and everyone thought that the order's legacy would be cut off.

Surprisingly, the situation has changed dramatically in just a few years.

The old nun not only successfully continued the order's lineage, but also nurtured a new generation of Silent Sisters.

Today, they have not only rebuilt the religious order, but also have the resources to extend a helping hand to Langdon Abbey.

The Vating armor and decapitation sword delivered this time have all been carefully maintained.

The young nun accompanying them respectfully conveyed the greetings of the other congregation leader: "This is a return for the kindness shown back then, and a continuation of the ancient vows."

In exchange, Langdon would need to send a nun to serve under the inquisitor the other party was serving.

This condition is both fair and decent, and perfectly in line with the mutual aid tradition followed by the Silent Sisters for generations.

Langdon Abbey is now deserted, and a heartbreaking silence echoes within its weathered stone walls.

Apart from three elderly nuns with white hair and hunched backs, there are only four Silent Sisters of the same generation as Sister Sidgar, and only two younger apprentices—this is the entire population of Langdon Abbey. The once glorious Silent Sisters are now reduced to just a handful.

After discussing it all night, the three older nuns originally planned to send Siddhartha and another senior nun with a young apprentice on a mission to broaden the horizons of the younger generation.

But everything changed after receiving a celestial communication from Holy Terra—the Imperial Guard was resuming the Silent Sisters, who had been silent for millennia.

Although the empire has long forgotten them in the dust of history, these loyal left claws will still respond immediately when the call of the Golden Throne arrives.

The three elderly nuns were too weak to travel far; their wrinkled hands could barely grip their weapons.

So they decided to stay at the monastery to protect the precious books and sacred objects left by their ancestors.

Sister Sidgar was assigned to continue serving the judge, while the other four Silent Sisters, who were in their prime, had to set off for Terra immediately.

To this end, they had to tearfully sell several ancient relics treasured by the monastery—a Golden Age fresco, a complete set of prayer texts, and the last few pieces of fine gold armor plating—just to raise enough money for the exorbitantly priced tickets to the Holy Terra.

This was only possible because the judge who needed Sidgar's services provided substantial assistance; otherwise, Landon Abbey would have had no way to raise the travel expenses to Holy Terra unless they sold the abbey.

This aid came at just the right time, allowing the four nuns to travel to Terra on a legitimate transport ship rather than a dangerous smuggling vessel.

Of course, if they sought help from a judge they had previously served, he would likely lend a hand out of consideration for their past relationship. However, for the Quiet Sisters, who were accustomed to working alone, the very act of actively seeking help was daunting.

They are more accustomed to silently enduring rather than asking for help.

Just like Sister Sidgar at this moment, she had already packed her simple belongings, but when she actually arrived at the mottled gate of the convent with her luggage and saw the silver-armored giant who came to greet her, she froze on the spot.

As an untouchable, Sidja's life was almost entirely isolated from the world—abandoned by her parents at the gates of the convent, she was raised by elderly nuns.

She has never learned how to communicate normally with ordinary people.

After all, few people want to deal with untouchables.

On weekdays, she had the most contact with the sisters in the convent and the three elderly nuns.

The older nuns never spoke, communicating only through sign language; the other sisters were also taciturn due to the training of the Sisters of Silence.

Faced with this unfamiliar silver-armored giant, Sidja, who had already sworn an oath of silence, was even more at a loss and could only awkwardly sign out "hello".

To her surprise, the other person seemed to understand sign language.

The giant removed his helmet, revealing a scarred but friendly face: "Hello, Sister. I am Vincent of the Ash Knights, and I have been ordered to escort the nuns of the Demon Hunter Order to the Rostov Sector."

“Hello, Brother Astartes, I am Sidgar.” She hurriedly responded in sign language, her movements slightly stiff from nervousness.

Vincent gave her a gentle smile and even reached out to take her luggage.

This action startled Xi Dejia. She instinctively wanted to take back her luggage, but dared not touch the other person rashly. Her hands hung in mid-air, not knowing what to do.

Vincent, however, gave her a kind smile and easily weighed the luggage in his hands: "This weight is nothing for Astartes. If I carry it, we can move faster."

We have a lot of people to pick up this time, so we're a bit rushed.

Upon hearing this, Sister Sidgar hesitated for a moment, but ultimately gave Vincent a standard sign of thanks.

As she turned to say goodbye to her fellow nuns, the older nuns drew a blessing symbol for her with their wrinkled hands, while the young apprentices secretly wiped away their tears.

After this brief farewell ceremony, she embarked on an unfamiliar journey with Vincent.

They boarded a military transport vehicle driven by Vincent, a modified armored vehicle that quickly carried them across the wasteland toward the planet's only spaceport city.

Because he was picking up Sister Silent, Vincent did not bring any mortal attendants with him on this mission.

Although the Silent Sisters could actively suppress their power field, close contact still made the Astartes feel a kind of inexplicable discomfort—like ants crawling under his skin, or like a constant, subtle noise in his hearing.

However, thanks to his iron will and special genetic modifications, he is still able to maintain normal functioning.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have experienced strong physiological rejection reactions such as nausea and dizziness.

(End of this chapter)