The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

"With this, can I go home?" Helen reached out and took the beacon of hope off the base.

Of course, he did not pin his hopes of returning home on this, but even if this thing could not allow him to return home, it was still a good treasure. This thing could not only shorten the player's resurrection time, but also serve as the player's resurrection point.

"Let me keep this good stuff for now. If the goblins attack me in the future, I can rely on this thing to use the players as cannon fodder and buy time for my escape." Helen nodded with satisfaction and put the beacon of hope into her magic pocket.

Got one for free!

"Since no one is willing to buy it, I will reluctantly keep it for you. Anyway, the Roman ship is going to sink, so I might as well give it a discount." After Helen put the things away, she suddenly felt a chill on her neck, as if something had licked her.

"Who?" Helen turned around quickly and looked behind her in horror.

He was a level 2 transcendent, but someone touched him from behind without making any sound, which meant that the person behind him was definitely higher than him.

But when Helen saw the "person" behind her, her legs almost went weak.

Because the one licking his neck from behind was the unicorn named Iris brought by the Franks.

"My Lord Unicorn, let's talk this out... Ouch!" Helen slowly stepped back, trying to create some distance between herself and the unicorn, but was licked on the cheek by the unicorn's long tongue.

"Stop, stop licking me. I don't taste good." Helen stopped where she was in fear.

Unicorn saliva can increase the sensitivity of human skin, but he didn't dare to move, for fear that this level 4 creature would kill him.

The unicorn seemed to sense Helen's fear, so it moved sideways, squatted slightly, and positioned itself for Helen to sit on.

"Huh?" Helen's brain froze.

How come he, a sorcerer, was not injured?

Chapter 51: Mother Helen

Helen looked at the unicorn that looked like it was about to sit on it, and she hesitated and struggled inside.

He was afraid that the moment he sat on it, the cunning unicorn would give him a chilling blow.

But in the end, under the unicorn's earnest eyes, he still lay on the unicorn's back with all his heart, "Master Unicorn, can you let me go?"

The unicorn's response was just a lick!

"Stop, stop licking!" Helen began to tremble.

Unicorn saliva can naturally increase the sensitivity of human skin, and it is also a strange thing that game players in the previous life used to enhance their senses.

After being licked so many times, he didn't know how sensitive his skin would become in the future. He was afraid that if someone else touched him, his body would go limp in someone else's arms.

Don’t do that kind of thing!

"Master Unicorn, please let me go. I'm dying." Helen clasped her hands together with a pleading look on her face.

As if sensing Helen's fear, the unicorn stopped licking and tilted its head in confusion, as if it didn't understand why Helen didn't like being licked.

"I, I still have something to do, Lord Unicorn." Helen touched the unicorn's face fearfully and worriedly.

The unicorn squinted its eyes comfortably and rubbed its face against Helen's delicate hand.

"Really, really good~" The fear in Helen's heart gradually subsided, but the doubts gradually increased.

Because according to the unicorn's hatred for the creatures in the hell system, his breath should have been detected by the unicorn long ago. How could this happen?

With Helen's comfort, the unicorn closed its eyes slightly and lay quietly on the ground.

"Really? Why would the person in charge here put these creatures together with these treasures? Even if there is a cage, it's not allowed." Helen waited until the unicorn closed its eyes and fell asleep before slowly getting up and observing the surroundings. She found a damaged iron cage not far away.

Looking at the big hole in the iron cage, Helen touched her smooth belly with lingering fear. Her small body would probably be gone if it was hurt.

……

Irina shouted and ran hurriedly to the corridor. She wanted to go out to help her sister, but as soon as she went out, she got lost in the dark corridor and ran into a group of disease cultists. As a summoner, she could only run away because summoning takes time.

However, her running attracted the pursuit of the diseased cultists, especially the old cultist who led the team, who immediately recognized her identity.

"That is the Third Princess. Use her to sacrifice to my Lord. My Lord will surely be very happy."

"I thought destroying transparent equipment was just a menial job, but I didn't expect to encounter this."

"Isn't this one of the Desire Cult's most coveted goals? It's worth our aerial landing."

"Sacrifice! Sacrifice!"

The disease cultists chased Irina frantically.

Seeing that she was about to be caught up, Irina looked around anxiously, and just happened to see the storage room with the door wide open, so she gritted her teeth and rushed in.

"Huh?" The Disease Cultist was startled, then grinned and said, "Our goals just happened to be right here. We can accomplish them in one go!"

It is obvious that the disease cultists are very familiar with this place and are not afraid of being exposed by sound. Considering that the second floor is to protect the privacy of the guests in the private rooms, the entire second floor is soundproofed, which also makes it easier for them to cause trouble.

"Ah, the Ares family leader made great contributions. Before his death, he left us such a complete design plan of the Alec Manor." The old believer leisurely led the team into the storage room.

Irina, hiding behind the huge gem, trembled all over and muttered softly that it would be possible.

"Huh? Found you!" A disease cultist suddenly jumped behind a shelf and shouted.

"No!" Irina, who was not used to the explosion, screamed in fear, exposing her position.

"Behind the stone on the right!" The old believer who heard the roar pointed to a smooth and bright gem.

The two disease cultists rushed over with a fierce grin, but found that there was no one there.

"No, no one?" a believer asked in surprise.

The old believer was startled, looked around, and then suddenly smiled: "So you tricked us, it seems you still want to play hide-and-seek with us."

After he finished speaking, he directed his followers to continue expanding their search.

Under a table, Helen released her hand from covering Irina.

Irina turned her head blankly to look at the people around her. When she found that it was Helen who saved her, she burst into tears of joy, hugged Helen, and whispered softly: "Mom~"

Helen：???

Is it possible that I am younger than you?

Although she wanted to complain, considering the large number of enemies, Helen did not answer on the spot to avoid being exposed.

After Irina calmed down, Helen raised her index finger to signal for silence.

Seeing Helen's expression, Irina nodded slightly and made a set of standard sign language, asking what to do next.

But then she was worried that Helen might not understand, and she hesitated to speak.

Helen smiled sweetly and also performed a set of standard sign language.

Helen, who traveled to various countries in the game of her previous life and was well versed in etiquette, would definitely not understand these sign languages. Sign languages are also etiquette!

Seeing Helen perform sign language easily, Irina burst into tears again.

As a child, she often spoke incompletely because of a stutter, which confused many people and made her feel inferior. Therefore, she learned sign language, wanting to avoid communicating with others but also to alleviate her loneliness.

But her sister told her that a princess who ran away would not win respect; her father told her that a king who hid from the people was no longer a king.

So she wanted to make changes, but she never had the courage. Instead, she acted like a coward, hiding in her quilt all day thinking about her mother.

Now... it seems like someone can understand that I have appeared and look so much like my mother.

Will you be the one who makes me take the courageous step?

Irina wiped away her tears.

Helen made a reassuring sign.

Irina blinked blankly.

Helen made another sign language gesture, indicating that no matter what happened next, she should not make any noise.

Irina nodded again and covered her mouth with her hands.

Seeing Irina ready, Helen's lips curled up slightly, and she immediately climbed off the table, stood up, and shouted loudly: "When Hidetaka Miyazaki was a child, he was hit by a stick by the security guard before he even entered the school!"

Irina: ???

The diseased cultists in the storage room heard the sound, looked over, and immediately picked up their weapons and rushed towards Helen with a grin.

"So you have helpers? I was wondering who they were, but they're only this lowly." The old cultist pointed at Helen. "Are you trying to buy time for the Third Princess to escape?"

Irina, hiding under the table, burst into tears.

It turns out that Helen was willing to expose herself in order to save herself?

No, absolutely not. I don't want to lose again this time. I want to be brave for once and protect the people I want to protect.

Just as Irina was about to stand up and call out, a loud hissing sound suddenly rang out.

The expressions of all the disease believers present changed, and they turned their heads tremblingly to look behind them.

I saw a level 4 unicorn creature with its head lowered, taking steps with an angry look on its face.

The old believer collapsed on the ground with a look of fear on his face.

Hey, can we reconcile?

Chapter 52: Helen: A bunch of trash?

The moment the old believer saw the unicorn pointing its horn at him, he burst into laughter.

The other sick believers thought the old man had a solution, so they came closer and asked what to do.

The old believer didn't answer. He just laughed, lit the cigarette in his hand, took a deep drag, and then picked up the pistol...

He shot himself in the head!

boom--

thump!

The old believer fell dead in a pool of blood.

The young sick believers were at a loss, thinking it was a spell, but after waiting for a long time with no response, they realized that the old man had committed suicide.

"Being killed by a unicorn is indeed a painful death. Choosing suicide is indeed a wise decision." Helen had to praise the old believer for his decisiveness, and then she decisively hugged Irina and lay down.

Along with a loud roar, various screams and pleas for mercy rang out in the storage room, but they died down after repeated deafening collisions until the entire storage room became completely quiet.

Helen and Irina, who were lying on the ground, raised their heads and looked at the messy storage room. When a unicorn covered in blood came towards them, Helen and Irina were so scared that they hugged each other.

Because it was so scary. The unicorn was covered with broken limbs and its hard horn was stained with blood. It was walking towards them.

"I, we are not tasty." Irina hugged Helen tightly.

The unicorn tilted its head in confusion, then leaned forward...

Licking Helen's face wildly.

"Stop licking! Don't come near us!" Helen trembled all over after being licked. It was obvious that her skin had already become sensitive.

The unicorn heard Helen's voice, stopped licking, whimpered in grievance, and then lay down beside Helen.

Seeing this, Irina, who was standing next to him, sat up cross-legged and looked at Helen in shock.

Helen also sat up and said with a chuckle, "This horse is quite obedient, isn't it?"

"Could it be that you are a saint?" Irina asked uncertainly.

Helen shrugged. "That's absolutely impossible. Maybe I used some magic related to the light element?"

Irina was a little suspicious, but ultimately didn't say anything.

Helen moved her ears and vaguely heard footsteps, so she lay on the ground and listened, confirming that the people on the first floor had noticed the movement here.

"Your Highness, you are safe now. I will not accompany you any longer." Helen quickly stood up and saluted Irina.

Irina's pupils shrank sharply, and she reached out to grab Helen's skirt. "Please, please don't leave me."

Helen stood in a pool of blood, slowly squatted down, and reached out to touch Irina's soft silver hair. "I will not leave Your Highness. I just need to leave for something. We will meet soon."