The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

"You still have the mood to joke." Helen withdrew her hand angrily.

Natalie covered her head and said guiltily, "Since it's on your thigh, it probably means no harm. Besides, I feel like...it takes a lot of magic to activate. It's very difficult for us to activate it together."

"Your guess is right. This is an extraordinary item above level 5." Helen replied softly.

Natalie was so shocked that she was speechless when she heard this.

In this era when demonic energy is scarce, the peak in the world is level 5. However, a divine weapon with a level higher than level 5 suddenly appeared. It is really too scary.

"I'm worried now that this thing is a locator, and that I'll be chased by some powerful person or something." Helen's cautious character remained unchanged.

"Since it's positioning, why does it have to be combined with what our Ares family discovered?" Natalie asked.

Helen nodded. "That's exactly what I'm confused about. How can it be positioned like that?"

"Will it recognize its master?" Natalie suddenly thought of something and bumped Helen's shoulder with some pride.

"How can I find someone who can't be used as my master?" Helen complained.

The magic ring tied around Helen's thigh emitted a faint light.

Helen and Natalie lowered their heads and looked at the magic ring.

"Can you hear us?" Natalie squatted down and stared at the ring.

The magic ring did not respond, but stopped rotating and was firmly bound to Helen's thigh, like a little girl clinging to her mother's legs.

"Forget it. We have no magic power at all now, and no positioning ability. Even if it's the boss's locator, or some kind of positioning method, we probably won't be able to escape." Natalie was the first to figure things out.

Helen agreed and thought what Natalie said made sense.

If the boss really wants to locate them, then he won’t be able to prevent it no matter how hard he tries.

only……

Why tie it on the thigh?

"And I think it would look good tied around your thigh, right?" Natalie looked away with a blush on her face.

Helen said with a bit of a defense: "Isn't this the same as that... that kind of obscene thing?"

"Dirty?"

"It's just the leg ring!"

"What's so obscene about leg rings?" Natalie was surprised.

Helen and Natalie received different educations. They knew that the origin of leg rings was that they were auxiliary props used by some ancient profession to hold money when recruiting customers. After all, there was nothing else to put on the body, so they were just clamped on the thighs.

"Forget it, I won't talk to you anymore. Let's leave here first." Helen rubbed her legs. Ever since her skin was sensitized by the unicorn, having such a thing tied to her legs... made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Chapter 56: Ten thousand years is too long, seize the day

The Egyptian envoy carefully slipped out of the banquet hall and came to a secluded corner on the first floor.

He looked around, made sure no one was following him, and then pushed the door open and walked in.

There was a person who looked exactly like him lying in the room, currently in a coma.

"Well, it seems the medicine is still effective." The Egyptian envoy nodded, and immediately took off his Egyptian clothes and changed into a coat, shirt, and breeches under the steam industry.

After changing his clothes, his face also became a standard European white face.

"I didn't expect that I, Merlin, could play the role of an Egyptian emissary." Merlin straightened his clothes and then went to the mirror to admire himself. "I'm not dirty at all. I look quite clean. That's good."

He had severe mysophobia, and after the wonderful ball just now, he was often worried that Helen and Joan of Arc would discover his identity as a reporter for The Sun and then throw bitter melon juice on him.

Being covered in dirt was a torture for him.

"By the way, I should convey the news here to the Prophet." Merlin sighed tiredly, his expression like a worker who heard that he had to work overtime when he got off work.

He took out a crystal ball and pressed the middle button on it. A projection appeared in front of him, revealing a human face.

The faces in the projection kept changing, sometimes turning into Caesar wearing a laurel wreath, sometimes into Charlemagne wearing a crown, or Alexander the Great of ancient Macedonia, or sometimes into Napoleon wearing a tricorn hat.

People’s facial appearance is constantly changing, but their leadership identity remains unchanged.

"My Lord Prophet, from my observations over the past ten days, Rome's situation is far from what it appears. The empire is in financial deficit, wealth is concentrated in the hands of the nobility, and its standing military is weak. The only combat-ready field army is away on campaign with the Roman emperor," Merlin slumped in his chair, reporting the situation with a look of helplessness. "I don't think Rome's days are numbered."

"How long do you think you can hold on?" The face in the projection turned into Catherine the Great.

Merlin crossed his arms, "It depends on the situation on the front line. If we win, Rome can buy us another ten years. If we lose, I think I can return to England before the New Year this year."

The face in the projection changed to Frederick I. "Then we don't have much time. The goblins aren't the main threat. The fish monsters beneath the deep sea and the ancient beings above the starry sky are about to awaken. The aetherial space and the ancient gods are gradually encroaching on this place, and the demonic energy is rising."

"Ah, I know. I've tried my best. I've already helped Osius earn so much money, but this is how it is?" Merlin put his head in his hands. "How about we do like the Old Federation and flee here? There are too many strange things here."

"This is our home. No one will abandon their home." The face in the projection turned into King Richard the Lionheart of England.

Merlin scratched his cheek. "Let's not talk about that. What are your plans, Boss?"

"Ten thousand years is too long. We only have time to fight for." A voice from the projection lamented, "Do you have a choice?"

"Joan of Arc of Frank is pretty good. Here in Rome... I've spotted a few, but I haven't met them yet." Merlin said with some struggle, "Because I think they're too young, I'm worried."

"The future legion must be established and prepared to reclaim lost territory." The face in the projection changed to Napoleon. "The person you choose won't be wrong, Merlin. I believe in you."

"Come on, all of us magicians are just your tools, you bastard!" Merlin remembered that since he followed this guy, he had been working illegally from 5 am to 9 pm.

"The Earth Federation has failed, and it has been ten thousand years. The world may have been reduced to a chessboard, but we are the remaining flame. Those who fled will return, and the people here are still here. We haven't lost yet." The face in the projection changed to Caesar. "The dice have been cast. Go ahead and do it."

Merlin was silent for a moment, his expression becoming serious. "Although Rome is corrupt, it has the most talented people I've ever seen."

The face in the projection turned into Emperor Taizong of Tang. “Born in times of adversity, people can quickly learn lessons, and that’s how they grow.”

"Here are seven candidates." Merlin took out a list from his pocket and handed it to the figure.

The person in the projection was a little surprised when he saw a familiar name, and then he smiled slightly.

"So he has a child, Merlin, you did a good job." The person in the projection became unreal.

"The descendants of the sacrificed ones must not be let down." Merlin stood up and saluted the person in the projection.

The people in the projection gradually disappeared.

Merlin raised his head with an uneasy look on his face. "By the way..."

"what?"

"Can you please change Merlin's code name? I feel so ashamed."

"Don't take it too seriously. We are all from different generations. What changes is the people, but the will remains unchanged."

……

On the path leading out of Alec Manor, Helen suddenly felt a palpitation in her heart and couldn't help but look back at the manor.

"What's wrong?" Ivilia, covered in blood, jumped to Helen and asked.

Natalie screamed in fright at the sudden appearance of Ivilia.

"Nothing, what's going on over there?" Helen turned and looked at Ivilia.

Ivilia replied expressionlessly, "Killed them all."

Helen: ...

Natalie: ? ?!

Helen took a deep breath and asked, "What about those barbarians? Did you kill them all?"

"They left. We had a great time working together. They wanted to take a picture with me, but I didn't like it. I told them to ask Dimi, the newsboy, for candy, as you asked?"

Natalie crossed her arms and said helplessly, "It's a reward, right? Why can it be candy?"

"Candy is sweet, isn't it a reward?" Ivilia tilted her head in confusion.

Natalie covered her face with one hand. She had nothing to say to this idiot.

"Is the banquet hall safe?" Helen asked.

When he saw the cultists appearing on the second floor, he felt uneasy. This deviated from his plan. It turned out that there was no such link in the copy.

He was worried that the gentle flapping of his wings like a butterfly would change the course of history.

"When I left, I took a look and saw that the banquet hall was still protected by the Royal Guards. Palace guards, as well as the Inquisition and the Night Watch, also came from afar." Ivilia looked up and thought.

After hearing this, Helen raised the corners of her mouth slightly and quickened her pace.

Seeing this, Natalie and Ivilia quickly followed.

"What happened? Why are you so happy?" Natalie asked.

Helen looked up and thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Let's go to the Bloody Hand Gang and watch the destruction of the Grey Gold Gang together."

A hint of excitement flashed in Ivilia's eyes.

Natalie said boredly: "I thought there was a baby~"

"Of course. How can we not get some benefits after helping the Blood Hand Gang solve their biggest problem?" Helen raised her eyebrows.

Chapter 57: Natural Black Ivylia

The next morning, in the underground city, at the Blood Hand Gang base.

"You mean we can destroy the Grey Gold Gang today?"

Marco sat on a chair in the office, stroking the cat in his arms.

Helen, who was sitting opposite him, nodded and explained, "Of course, if you want the spoils, you can send some people to cooperate with the authorities?"

"Official cooperation?" Marco asked in surprise.

Helen nodded, spread her hands and said, "When a whale falls, all things come to life. Don't you want to grab some of the Grey Gold Cult's wealth?"

"Helen, you don't understand the underground world. Once you cooperate with the authorities, the people in Dicheng will think you are weak." Marco stood up and slowly walked behind Helen.

"Ah? There are so many weird tricks?" Helen raised her head with an unhappy look on her face, looking up at Marco who was standing behind him.

Marco subconsciously took out a cigar from his arms, but when he saw Helen's young face, he put the cigar back.

"This is the adult world. It's a good thing you didn't go into it. It proves you're a good kid."

"But am I not negotiating with you now?"

"It's different, you're just cooperating." Marco answered very hypocritically.

Helen puffed her lips slightly, "You're the boss here anyway, but can I get an advance on my reward?"

"Of course." Marco picked up the cat on the table and handed it to Helen.

Helen reached out and hugged the cute big orange cat, "The reward I want is not a cat~"

"Of course not this." Marco sat back in his chair. "If you want, I can give you this cat."

Helen looked at the fat orange cat in front of her and couldn't help but sigh: "Forget it, I don't like having pets."

Let’s not talk about whether this fat orange cat is easy to raise. Just the weight alone makes it inconvenient to carry around. What’s more, he met a unicorn last night, which made him a little dislike pets.

"Okay, as agreed, if you help me deal with the Grey Gold Gang, I'll give you an extraordinary item." Marco opened the drawer and took something out.

Helen put the orange cat down, her eyes shining: "What's there? What's there?"

"We have clothes that can make you look thinner, and cosmetics that can be put on in a second." Marco pretended to be serious as he placed the items in front of Helen. "Of course, if you think these are too weak, you can go to our warehouse to find what you want."

The secretary next to him widened his eyes. Is he raising Helen as his daughter?

Helen shrugged. Ever since he had been shopping freely in the two manors of Ares and Alec, he now looked down on the things in the Blood Hand Gang.

However, he vaguely remembered that after defeating the players of the Blood Hand Gang, he obtained a very good item.

"Can I have the golden apple?" Helen asked softly, narrowing her eyes.

Hearing Helen's words, Marco was startled: "Yes, there is, but it was obtained a long time ago, and the quality is not very good."

"That's what I want!" Helen slapped the table.

Marco didn't care about it, because this thing was actually no longer needed for a sixty-year-old like him. Most of the extraordinary people in the gang were gunners, and it was not very effective in improving skills. It would be better to fulfill the agreement and give it to Helen.

It has to be given both for public and private reasons.