The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

"Give the golden apple to Helen." Marco no longer called Helen "little guest" but called her by her name.

The secretary said yes, turned and left the room, and soon returned with a golden apple.

Helen looked at the golden apple emitting golden luster and immediately felt that her choice was a good one.

Compared to the golden apple obtained from the disease cultist, this golden apple has a better color, and the effect is definitely no longer random, but is specifically designed to strengthen a certain skill.

Helen took the golden apple from the secretary, probed into the magic power and found that it was exactly as she thought.

"Is there anything else you want?" Marco picked up the orange cat again.

Helen stood up and shook her head. "No need. I keep my word. Just like I helped you take down the Gray Gold Gang, you can write off all my black market business. And you can also compensate me with a supernatural item. We're even now."

"Actually, you could have asked for more. You've been a great help." Marco's face softened slightly.

"I think we're even now. If you feel you owe me something, you can cooperate more in the future." Helen didn't notice Marco's gentle affection and just wanted to leave.

"Alright." Marco stood up and said, "I'll have someone escort you out to prevent some people from being blinded."

"Then let Luca take us there." Helen turned and left the office.

When he came out into the corridor, he saw from a distance that Natalie and Ivilia were playing cards, surrounded by a group of Bloody Hand Gang members watching.

"I ordered my soldiers to attack directly, and your life bar has been reduced to zero." Ivilia pointed at Natalie expressionlessly.

Natalie's face flushed crimson, and she finally put down the cards in her hand with a look of reluctance.

The gang members around all sighed, and some complained that Natalie didn't seize the opportunity to take the quick break, which made Natalie stand up and hug Helen, crying with tears in her eyes.

"Helen, Lute is too difficult~"

"Um, I don't play Hearth Special, so what's the big deal if I lose?"

"I can't sleep at night," Natalie said with tears in her eyes.

Helen covered her forehead with one hand.

"Natalie played very well, and she said that when she was in school, she won the second place in the Lute Campus Cup." Ivilia walked over expressionlessly and whispered in Helen's ear in a low voice.

But her voice was not low enough for everyone around her to hear, and the Blood Hand Gang members around her couldn't help but sigh.

Natalie buried her face deeper.

Helen looked at Ivilia with an expressionless face, and always felt that she was not a simpleton at all, but at least she had a bit of a dark side, at least towards Natalie.

"Your Highness, the boss asked me to take you there specially." Luca came over with his men.

Helen sighed, "Don't bully Natalie next time. Her card skills are not as good as mine."

Although Natalie in Helen's arms was very happy that she was protected by Helen, why did she sound unhappy when she heard it?

After greeting the Blood Hand Gang members, Helen and her group left the Blood Hand Gang base.

"Shall we go back and digest now?" Natalie asked, leaning against Helen.

Helen shook her head. "Let the seed in your body germinate and complete its development first. I think Ivilia thinks the same way. Our professions tend to be a bit devious, so having fun can definitely help the seed grow, just like a seed craves water."

"Grey Gold Gang?" Ivilia's eyes lit up.

Helen nodded.

"If you're done watching, could you please come over to our family?" Ivilia said, taking the initiative. "Next week, our family is having a tea party with the royal family."

"Tea party?" Helen and Natalie looked surprised.

"Well, our family has a good relationship with the Second Princess." Ivilia nodded expressionlessly.

Helen then remembered that Ivilia's family name was Augustus.

Good relationship? Side branch, right?

Chapter 58: The Black Silk of the Succubus Nun

When Davis, leader of the Grey Gold Gang, heard the report from his men that suspected members of his gang had attacked the Upper Town, he became very nervous and immediately ordered an investigation.

However, the teams from various places reported that no one from their side went to the upper city last night, and intelligence indicated that it was done by the outsiders.

At this time, Davis felt that it was a misunderstanding and prepared to go to the upper city to explain it to Archbishop Justinian.

As a result, before they even left the house, they heard that the guards and night watchmen from the upper city were setting out with a large group of people.

This made him completely panic, and he had to use the communication crystal to contact Justinian, but he couldn't get through after several calls.

With his keen political sense, he instantly realized that he had been abandoned.

"Could it be that the royal family wants to use me as an example to intimidate some people within the church?" Davis had no idea who had framed him.

Because there were many factions within Rome, on the surface the aristocracy, the church, and the royal family were in a three-way balance of power, but each of these factions took sides because of the patriarch, the metropolitan, and the four princes and princesses. The conservative forces within the aristocracy were headed by Prince Julian.

"Now we have no choice but to run away." Davis said unwillingly.

After working hard in Rome for so many years, he was very unwilling to leave.

"It seems that the only way is to cooperate with those people in the deep sea to make their funding worthwhile." Davis fell into thought.

goooo~

Suddenly a pigeon landed on his shoulder, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

You have to know that he is a level 3 pharmacist, and he was indoors, with a pigeon perched on his shoulder, and he only noticed it when the pigeon made a sound.

This means that it would be easy for the person behind the pigeon to take his life.

"Davis, the night watchmen, the guards and the people from the Inquisition are coming towards you. Regardless of whether they were your people last night or not, the Grey Gold Gang has been accused of attacking the royal family. You have no way out." The pigeon made an old voice.

Davis knelt on one knee, "Your Highness."

"I'll give you a chance to live. Leave the gang and come to me." Pigeon tilted his head. "I have a job for you next week."

Davis broke out in a cold sweat and lowered his head and said yes.

The moment the dove landed on his shoulder, fate had already made his choice.

"Very good, I will give you a way to survive." After the pigeon said this, it spread its wings and flew out of the window.

Davis immediately stood up, picked up the communication crystal and gave the marching orders to the gang groups.

He needs the gang to buy him time to escape.

……

"Hmph~hmph~hmph~ It's you after all, Prince Julian."

Helen, sitting on the windowsill of a high-rise building, couldn't help shaking her feet as she watched the pigeons flying towards the palace.

The anklet on the right foot makes a silver bell sound as it shakes, which complements the crisp sound of the silver leg ring on the right leg, giving a touch of refinement to the long left leg wrapped in black stockings, like a dark chocolate cake served in a cake restaurant.

The dual enjoyment of spiritual and material.

"Is Prince Julian behind this?" Natalie asked while standing on the windowsill.

Helen stretched out her right foot and straightened it. The anklet made a sweet sound like a silver bell. "It's not him now, but he might be in the big news next week."

Ivilia looked at Helen's pink and tender feet and asked expressionlessly, "Next week?"

"Hmm~ They are going to cause trouble on Eudocia's exclusive warship~" Helen subconsciously separated the big toe and second big toe of her right foot, and her plump and round toes were as tender as grapes.

Natalie tilted her head and asked, "A dedicated battleship?"

"Well, it's Eudocia's exclusive warship, and also the only ironclad ship built recently by Rome. But its overall performance is infinitely close to that of a pre-dreadnought battleship. It's called the Jackdaw." Helen retracted her right foot and swung her left foot wrapped in black silk.

Because he felt cold sitting up high, he had to follow Natalie's advice and put on her stockings.

Unexpectedly, it was surprisingly warm and comfortable.

If there were no trousers at home, he would not have condescended to wear this thing, so he only wore one. It was definitely not because he had a leg ring on his right foot and was too lazy to wear it.

"The Prince is going to attack the Jackdaw?" Ivilia's expression showed a hint of surprise.

"Well, he has great ambitions~" Helen swung her left leg. Her tender feet wrapped in black stockings were gorgeous and smooth, revealing a seductive and evil nature that could seduce people.

Natalie hugged Helen and dragged him down from the windowsill. "It's dangerous to sit up there. There are more than ten floors here."

Natalie's lavender scent and warm body instantly melted Helen's sensitive skin, causing him to collapse in Natalie's arms and gasp for breath: "I'm fine, let me go."

"The place where we're going to have our tea party next week is... on the Jackdaw." Ivilia looked away slightly. For some reason, she felt very uncomfortable watching Natalie hugging Helen. She thought Natalie was annoying.

We are all friends, why should I be unhappy?

A sense of doubt arose in her heart.

"Oh? Then it seems that we have a chance to get involved." Helen thought that she could now participate openly. She had been thinking about how to participate. Now, the place she was supposed to go next week was the Jackdaw.

Natalie let out a smile, "Since they're going to cause trouble, why don't we put on a show and set up an ambush at the same time."

"Natalie, you are so bad~" Helen in her arms gasped with a flushed face.

Natalie blushed instantly, turned her head and looked away, muttering softly, "You taught me that!"

"Huh~ Blame me?" Helen felt weak all over. "Also, let me go!"

Natalie puffed up her lips and held Helen in the air, "No!"

"Avila, save me!" Helen begged for help from Avila, swinging her legs in resistance.

Ivilia hesitated for a moment, then reached out and grabbed Helen's left foot wrapped in black stockings.

Helen's body trembled suddenly, and her eyes became dull, as if she had been instantly poisoned. The strange physical aftereffects made her speechless.

Unicorn saliva can increase skin sensitivity, and coupled with the private part of the feet, Helen's petite body could not withstand being touched by an outsider.

"No, are you okay?" Natalie was worried when she saw this scene.

Helen's emerald green eyes gradually regained their brightness. "It's okay, just don't touch my feet when you play next time."

Seeing this, Ivilia let go of Helen's feet and said, "I'm sorry, I was trying to save you."

"What do you mean by rescue? Helen and I were just hugging each other." Natalie, remembering the revenge of losing the game, immediately confronted Ivilia and let go of Helen.

Helen's legs trembled slightly after regaining her freedom. "Alright, stop arguing and let's watch the show. Especially you, Natalie, digest and germinate the seed in your body, let it stabilize, and feel the new magic in your body."

After the words fell, the two girls followed Helen and looked at the Gray and Gold Gang who began to march downstairs.

Chapter 59: Three sticks smash the gray gold soul, sir, I am a Roman [two chapters in one]

Roger was very angry. Since the last Ares Manor case, his peaceful life was completely disrupted.

Not only was he forced to collude with Dmitri from the church, he was even transferred from his post and joined the search team.

He originally thought that he would be busy for several months, but the Alec Manor was attacked again. In addition, it was an important occasion for the royal family to receive foreign guests. The cases were getting bigger and bigger every day, and there was a shortage of manpower. He was also assigned to deal with the Gray Gold Gang that attacked the Alec Manor.

So, he led a group of Night Watchmen to the tent of the Royal Guards to meet with Arthur, the deputy marshal of the Royal Guards, to discuss how to deal with the Grey Gold Gang.

Facing the young marshal, Rogge did not show any disrespect, but saluted him respectfully.

Because he is a 4th level Paladin, and he is about to try to be promoted to the 5th level genius.

"The Grey Gold Gang has started a parade, and many people are watching on 34th Street. It's difficult for us, the Royal Guards and the Inquisition, to handle it, so you, the Night's Watch and the Guard, need to handle it." Arthur, who was wearing armor, said to Rogge.

Rogge was silent for a moment, then pointed at himself and said, "Me? What should I do?"

"These are no longer ordinary people. We need to take strong measures." A middle-aged man in fine clothes and with a beard walked out from behind Arthur.

Rogge immediately knelt on one knee and said, "Your Highness."

Prince Julian nodded slightly, then waved his hand: "Go ahead and do it, don't worry, we're here for you."

"Yes! Loyalty!" Rogge stood up excitedly and saluted.

In his early years, Julian was also a general. He once led his troops to fight against the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire in the south. However, he later became a scholar. However, there are still many of his old subordinates in the army. Therefore, the Night's Watch, which evolved from the army, has a good impression of Prince Julian as a whole.

"The guard team will obey your orders, and the Prime Minister has also approved it." Prince Julian put his hands behind his back.

Arthur next to him frowned, but did not say anything, just remained silent.

"Yes!" Rogge respectfully accepted the order and left.