Wearing black silk for a foreign woman

What about the main tent of Elisa and Ilufa? Still no, there are always rumors about widows. Although she is not a widow yet, there are already rumors in the camp. If someone sees me coming out of the lord's tent tomorrow morning and I say I talked about national affairs all night, will anyone believe me?

Those two knights?

Even worse, Lind doesn't want any weird rumors about his sexual orientation.

After much thought, Lind finally came up with a perfect option.

A monastery of the Sisters of War! That should be alright!

According to the teachings of the Sisters of War, they must keep their bodies pure. Some people jokingly call this keeping chastity for the God-Emperor. Some fanatical Sisters of War do think so. Besides, it is a common practice for the church to take in the homeless. It makes sense for me to go there myself, right?

So Linde came to the monastery of the war nuns in such a swagger.

"Would you like to stay overnight?!" After knocking on the monastery's door, the one who opened the door was Lind's most familiar war nun, Cynthia of the Blood Rose.

The one-eyed nun who opened the door was dressed coolly and covered in sweat. Linde felt a little regretful.

"Um, yes." Now that he was here, Lind could only nod reluctantly.

"...Come in." Cynthia looked at Lind suspiciously, then opened the door and made way. "It's really strange that someone would stay at the monastery..."

Cynthia muttered to herself, asking Lind to wait in the chapel while she went to report to the elder sister.

After Cynthia left, Lind quickly took his hands out of his pockets, and the moment he took them out, his loose pants became tight again.

The human body is so fragile! Lind felt like crying but had no tears.

After a while, Cynthia came back, wearing a piece of clothing that covered her scarred but strangely beautiful body. Lind immediately put his hand in his trouser pocket to suppress the gun.

Cynthia's eyes flashed with doubt. Linde's little tricks could not be hidden from the God Emperor's well-trained female warrior. In Cynthia's eyes, Linde had something hard hidden in his pants.

"The elder sister agreed." Cynthia said to Lind. "The monastery is not a church, so men are not allowed to stay overnight. But considering that you are still a minor and a manifestation of the God-Emperor, the elder sister made an exception."

"I don't know why you want to stay here, but please remember that this is the sacred monastery of the Emperor. Please don't do anything blasphemous."

What else could Linde say but nodded repeatedly.

Soon, Cynthia took Lind to a small room with a bed and a quilt. After giving him a few instructions, Cynthia left.

After the nun left, Lind loosened his grip, took off his coat, and got directly under the covers.

He wanted to sleep, but Lind's mind was extremely excited and he couldn't fall asleep at all.

The reason for the excitement is self-evident. The young man is very hot-tempered, and it has been accumulating for some time and is almost full.

Want to do craft work?

After trying to recite the "Divine Emperor's Holy Words" silently without success, Lind reluctantly lifted the quilt.

“I got you something…” Just then, Cynthia opened the door with food and water.

Chapter 280: Share with Friends

Let’s go back a moment to when Lind had just arrived at the monastery of the war nuns.

Cynthia walked past the nuns who were violently colliding with each other and came to the front of Sister Shanoya.

It was nine o'clock in the evening, and most people had gone to bed. After all, the lack of lighting made it difficult to enrich the nightlife, except for having children. But it was different here in the monastery. The holy light ball dispelled the darkness and illuminated the training ground behind the monastery. Under the sacred light of the Emperor, the nuns were conducting their last training before going to bed at night.

To be honest, the nickname of the war sisters as crazy women is not unjustified to some extent. Their devout faith and crazy fighting style are one of the reasons. In addition, their almost self-abuse lifestyle is also an important reason. Normal believers are very pious if they pray once a day, but the war sisters pray three times a day, once in the morning, noon and evening.

In addition to frequent prayers, the training was also crazy. When Linde was training with his blood father, Kong Nan, he only trained for about three hours a day and rested one day a week. But these nuns, if there is no combat mission, can spend any time in the day except eating, drinking, defecating, urinating and sleeping on training.

In short, now is the nuns' bedtime training time, and their training, except that they don't use real weapons, is really based on actual combat perspectives.

"Hah!" Shanoya threw the sparring sister to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw, then raised her heel and stomped on the sister's abdomen. The force was so great that it was enough to tear the peritoneum of an ordinary person.

The only difference between the sparring of the Sisters of War and actual combat is that they do not use real weapons.

When undergoing this kind of life-threatening training, the nuns would not wear armor, and some would not even wear clothes, in order to avoid overly intense training that would tear their precious clothes and leave them with nothing to wear.

"Okay! That's enough for today!" Feeling that the time was about up, Shanoya announced the end of today's training, and the injured nuns immediately began to use divine magic to heal.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sister. You are still so strong." Cynthia walked forward and praised Shanoya.

"You shouldn't have left just now. Except for you, it was too early for them to practice with me." Shanoya wiped the sweat off her body with a towel.

Most of the nuns who came to Aiwozhen Island with Shanoa were far less powerful than Shanoa, the head nun. The only one who could fight with Shanoa on equal terms was Cynthia.

"Have you made arrangements for Sir Linde?" Shanoya asked.

"It's been arranged. It's in the room that was originally intended to be used to detain suspected cultists." Cynthia replied.

"...Don't you have any other place?" Shanoya said in a daze.

"Besides that, there are only the new interrogation room, the confession room, and our bunk bed." Cynthia said helplessly. "Where do you think we should be arranged?"

"...Okay." Shanoya thought about it and decided that this was the only way.

"Why do you think Sir Linde came to stay with us?" Shanoya asked.

"I don't know, but I think he treats the monastery as the same as an ordinary church." Cynthia tilted her head and said, "Men can't stay in the monastery."

"There is no church here, and no legal monks. Since we have assumed some of the functions of a church, we can only assume other responsibilities as well." Shanoya said with a wry smile.

Generally speaking, monasteries do not allow men to stay overnight, especially monasteries of war nuns. Nuns are required to be chaste, and it is inappropriate to allow men to stay overnight.

But considering Lind's special identity and age, Shanoya agreed to Lind's request to stay overnight.

"Cynthia, please bring some food and drinks to Sir Lind later." Shanoya thought for a moment and ordered. "Also, if possible, try to find out why he wants to stay here."

"Okay, I'll be there right away." Cynthia nodded, then turned and left.

Cynthia put on her coat, took some food and water and went to Lind's room. Since you have taken someone in, you should treat him with courtesy, especially since he is the second in command in the local area.

Cynthia was also very curious about the reason why he came to stay here. What on earth had happened that would make a handsome young man, alone, come to stay in a monastery full of crazy women?

"Sir Linde, I got you something..." Cynthia just pushed open the door and saw an indescribable scene.

Lind, lying on the bed, completed a series of operations from pulling up his pants to covering himself with the quilt within seconds of opening the door.

"Sister Cynthia, even if this is your territory, please knock on the door before coming in and say thank you." Lind, who was lying on the bed, tried to look normal and said.

Cynthia stood there, motionless, as if stuck for a moment, her eyes staring at Lind, or to be more precise, under the quilt.

Lind kept a polite smile, and hoped that the other party would behave maturely. When encountering a teenager doing handicrafts, the normal thing to do is to pretend that nothing happened.

But it turns out that these crazy women are not normal people.

"Just now...what was that?" After being stunned for a while, Cynthia asked.

Sweat was dripping down Lin De's forehead. "Sister, how should I answer your question?"

"What a long thing." Cynthia walked in with a curious look on her face, put the thing in her hand on the table and closed the door. "Is this what you hid in your pants?"

Linde couldn't hold back her smile. Sister, you really don't know! ?

Cynthia is a 25-year-old lady who is blind in one left eye and 1.8 meters tall. She stands out from most men of this era. She has a refreshing and capable short blond hair, scars all over her body, and powerful muscles.

In the eyes of others, Cynthia might be an ugly woman and a tomboy, but Lind couldn't help it, he just liked it that way.

Although she is blind in one eye and has scars all over her body, this cannot hide the fact that Cynthia is a heroic and majestic lady.

Then, this royal sister, at this moment, showed an innocence and ignorance that was inconsistent with her age.

"What was that just now? Was it a sausage?" Cynthia continued to ask. Although she instinctively felt that the big and thick thing was not the same as a sausage. "You came out alone, are you planning to eat that sausage for yourself?"

"Um, yes." Lin De was already sweating profusely, and quickly agreed, letting the sister leave quickly!

"I thought it was something else." Cynthia sneered. "That won't do. The Emperor taught us to share with friends. Since I saw you, give me some of the sausage."

Chapter 281: Tutoring the Royal Sister

I'll give you some! ? Lin De almost fainted. Sister, do you want to think carefully about what you just said! ?

I'll give you some! Sister, do you really know nothing?

He was already very emotional, after all, he had been provoked repeatedly by Efit and Fran today. Linde felt that he was being plotted against by some unnamed god again.

However, no matter which god is plotting against him, or the lady in front of him is really naive and ignorant, he must stop it.

Cynthia was relentless and aggressive, so Linde simply gave up.

"What's this?"

"It's whatever you say."

"What did I say? Isn't this what you hid on your body?"

"What the hell is this."

"Just you say it! Don't do anything!" Linde said hurriedly.

"Oh, oh." Although she didn't quite understand what was going on, Cynthia realized that she seemed to have misunderstood something.

After the royal sister let go of his hand, Lin De tidied his clothes in great frustration. Now he had no choice but to rush and get rid of this woman.

"What is this?" Cynthia asked curiously as Lind sorted out his clothes.

"Didn't your family teach you?" Lin De, who was furious, complained unhappily.

Because Linde was angry, his tone was a little harsh. As a result, this casual remark directly hit Cynthia's sensitive area, and Cynthia suddenly became depressed.

"I... don't have any family." Cynthia lowered her head. "I... don't have any parents, and I don't have any family."

"Ah?" Lind was stunned. Aren't all the war nuns from various families in the Holy Empire?

"I... am an orphan adopted by a certain nun." Cynthia lowered her head and rubbed her hands helplessly. "Since I can remember, I grew up in a monastery. The nun who adopted me said that I was found in the ruins of a village that was sacrificed by Chaos cultists. I should have been sent to another orphanage, but because I was found to have a special physique, I was taken in by the war sisters."

"After that, I grew up with the sisters of the Sisters of War, so..." Cynthia paused here, trying to control herself and not let tears fall.

Hearing this, Linde understood why this sister didn't even know about the man's holy sword at such an old age. She grew up among women, and it was impossible for anyone to teach her the relevant knowledge.

Considering the rules of the war sisters that forbid marriage, childbirth, and chastity, and their lifestyle of praying and fighting, it would be strange if there were any nuns to enlighten her. And even if there were any nuns who dared to teach her, teaching this in the monastery of the war sisters, did they want to be regarded as nuns corrupted by the evil god! ?

In this world, there is no need to say much about sex education for children in civilian families. Civilians often live in one house without any room divisions. There is no wall separating the sleeping places of children and parents. If children want to know how to have children, they just need to watch their parents in the middle of the night to watch the live teaching. Parents will teach their children the full set of techniques from scratch.

As for the nobles, they have special tutors. This is not standard, but Cynthia grew up in an environment where no one could teach her these things.

In addition to Cynthia's strength, even if someone wanted to try something exciting and left a letter to meet her at the riverside, what would await them would only be fully armed nuns and the loyal mace of the Divine Emperor.

Cynthia's experience calmed Lind's anger a little. Lind raised his hand and touched Cynthia's soft hair with pity, trying to comfort the nun.

"Do you want to comfort me?" Feeling the touch on her head, Cynthia laughed. "Okay, little brother, I don't need you to comfort me."

Little brother... you just saw my big trophy! And you still say it's small!?

Wait... this sister really doesn't understand anything.

By the way, the power of the Blood God made Lind's entire body grow larger, including the trophy.

“If you really want to comfort me…” Cynthia reached out and touched Lind. “Tell me what this is.”

Linde raised his head and wanted to howl.

Is it blasphemy to tell this to the God-Emperor's Sisters of War on this sacred occasion?

(Neos! Your nun is asking me blasphemous questions! And she is serving you in the monastery! Do you care or not?) Lind raised the back of his right hand and roared in his heart at the stigmata of the hammer on the back of his hand.

Neos did not respond, and the stigma on the back of his hand did not show any reaction at all.

(If you don’t say anything, I’ll take that as your consent.) Lind threatened, but there was still no response.

Forget it! Just say it!

In a state of self-destructiveness, Lind began to give a lecture to the idiot lady opposite.

Linde just let himself go and started from the very basics.

"Giving birth to a child? Aren't children a gift from God? Are they that complicated? It's just a combination of something."

"The difference between men and women? I know! Men's chests are flatter than ours, they have hair on their faces, they are stronger than normal women, and now I know that their bodies are also different."

“Ehhhhh!? Put them together!? Put them together!?”

Under Lind's meticulous and professional education, Cynthia's knowledge of physiology is improving at a rapid pace.

In order to make the illustrations and texts rich, Lind also collected materials directly on the spot, truly making sure not to mislead students.

Cynthia also went from smiling eagerly at the beginning to feeling a little overwhelmed, and finally blushing. In just one hour, Cynthia completed the sublimation of her life.

With a broken jar mentality, Lind directly described the sacred process of the birth of life ceremony, from the dragon's collision to the dragon's breath.