The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

"I ate the golden apple that was used to strengthen you." Helen hugged Natalie and explained the benefits of the golden apple like a nagging mother.

After listening to Helen's nagging, Natalie finally calmed down.

What? So that's what you're worried about, Helen.

Natalie felt warm inside. Helen cared about her feelings, which was something she rarely felt from her parents. They ignored her feelings and assets and forced her to go to an uptown school that was not suitable for her class. But Helen, who she had known for less than a month, cared about her feelings.

She didn't care about the enhanced skills. She only cared about Helen. She was the only person who cared about her after her parents passed away.

She doesn't want to lose.

"Natalie?" Helen let go of Natalie and looked at the silent Natalie with some concern. "Are you angry?"

"Well, I'm angry because you've eaten too much. Now Ivilia and I are asking you if you want to have a midnight snack?" Natalie smiled and scratched Helen's nose.

Helen was startled for a moment, then smiled with relief: "No need, I need to rest tonight, you guys eat."

"Oh!" Natalie replied, then looked around and whispered in Helen's ear, "I'll save some lamb shanks for you. Ivilia eats a lot. Don't worry, I'll save some for you~"

"Natalie, I swear, I will let you eat meat every meal from now on." Helen patted her chest and promised.

Natalie snorted softly, turned around and said, "Like an old woman."

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Late at night, in the second-floor office of Morrell Manor in the upper town of Constantinople.

"You mean, you are not the mastermind of the attack on Alec Manor?" Prince Julian sat in his office chair, looking at the man opposite him who was wearing a blue robe and a hood.

The blue-hooded man nodded slightly. "We Wisdom Cultists never lie. And Your Highness has sent people to investigate, right? The people who attacked last night weren't all from the Gray and Gold Gang. There were also outsiders."

"Hmph, I don't know if you're lying or not, but you hypocrites are being incredibly stubborn, saying everything you say is part of a plan." Prince Julian leaned back in his chair comfortably. "From what I understand, you were planning something in the attack last night."

"First of all, let me correct one thing. We are believers of wisdom and believe in the great wisdom of the virtual space." The man in the blue hood respectfully drew the number 9 in the air.

Prince Julian sneered, "Well, the Wisdom Cultists hadn't anticipated last night's attack, and they don't even know who was behind it."

The blue-hooded man, or hypocritical cultist, was silent for a moment, then spoke: "Your Highness, do you want to know who the attacker is?"

"I want to cooperate with anyone who dares to attack the royal family," Prince Julian said bluntly. "Father clearly chose me, so how could it be my brother's turn? I was the one who defeated the Ottoman army."

"Perhaps your late emperor just wanted a king who would consider the people." The hypocritical believer said meaningfully.

"Hmph, the people are just numbers, a statistic to measure the empire's hegemony. One general's success is built on the sacrifice of countless men." Prince Julian raised his head and said, "But I still respect my brother, so I didn't move. I voluntarily resigned from my literary career, but that doesn't mean I'll let those children who only know how to play house take the throne before me."

"Indeed, we are more optimistic about you as the next monarch. This is our long-standing cooperation, just like the cooperation between the Church and the Church of Disease, which is simply to prolong the life of the Patriarch." The hypocritical believer replied: "So Your Highness can retract your suspicion of us. It was definitely not us that night."

"Although the Patriarch is a peak-level 5 expert, he's just an old idiot." Prince Julian smiled in relief and picked up his coffee cup. "Then tell me, what information and suspicions do you have? Is it the Church?"

"Not really. Although we found a nun named Helen during this investigation, judging from her behavior, she doesn't seem like the mastermind behind the scenes. She looks more like a pawn driven by profit," explained the hypocritical believer.

Prince Julian frowned, then relaxed.

Judging from the spies and divination last night, the nun named Helen is just a tier 2 auxiliary or summoning profession. Her strongest ability is to summon a light element, which means she is very weak and it is impossible for her to be the mastermind behind the scenes.

The real mastermind behind this definitely has a big plan. It's impossible that he would just grab the extraordinary props at the auction just to cause chaos, right?

That's ridiculous. Why not attack the royal family, a high-value target?

The person behind this operation is very capable. I don't know what means he used to make the barbarians willingly join the disease cultists in the attack. Therefore, it definitely cannot be the church or Helen, who is only at level 2.

Anyone who is a supernatural being or a high-ranking official knows that the Grey Gold Cult and the Disease Cult are both dogs kept by the church. Even if the Patriarch and the Metropolitan are at odds, they would not be stupid enough to dirty their gloves.

So the church or that beautiful nun named Helen is the mastermind behind this?

Prince Julian was the first one who didn't believe it.

Being able to command a certain amount of armed forces in the upper city and attack at the right location, the power controlled by the mastermind behind the scenes is absolutely enormous.

"The Grey Gold Gang is the abandoned pawn of this mastermind. Their methods are really amazing. Even if the assassination fails, this gang will take the blame for him." Prince Julian exclaimed in admiration. Even if he had planned it, it would not be so good.

The hypocritical believer nodded slightly, "So, His Highness suspected us right away. We are actually quite pleased to receive such an evaluation."

"Then who do you suspect?" Prince Julian crossed his arms. "My nephew Nero?"

"He's backed by a group of timid business associations. With only merchants backing him, how can he be as powerful as His Highness, who is backed by so many military nobles?" The hypocritical believer smiled and said, "He's just using some tricks."

"My second niece Eudocia?" Prince Julian said with a playful smile.

"This is even more impossible. The Second Princess has the secret support of people led by the Patriarch, and she has a good relationship with the Third Princess. Killing her wouldn't be so troublesome, and she wouldn't have to be killed under the noses of so many foreign envoys." The hypocritical believer added.

"Irina?"

"Your Highness, innocent little girls are only suitable for appearing in fairy tales, not in the turbulent world of politics."

"Haha." Prince Julian took a sip of coffee. "Then tell me your guess. Are they barbarians?"

"It should be the barbarians and Osius, or your brother." The hypocritical believer made a shocking guess.

Prince Julian's eyes widened, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Looking at the whole of Constantinople, no one is involved with the aristocracy, the church or any interest groups. The only one is the Crown Prince Alexios. Like his father, he is obsessed with those crooked people." The hypocritical believer chuckled.

"So, under the order of His Majesty, Osius ordered the barbarians to join forces with some idiots from the Grey Gold Gang to attack Alec Manor to pave the way for the Crown Prince Alexios?" Prince Julian's tone became hesitant.

"Yes, he wants to make those who support the prince and princess give up the idea. Then when he and his son return to the court, everything will go smoothly. Without competitors, there will be no obstacles for Alex to reach the top in the future." The hypocritical believer's tone became excited.

Prince Julian's eyes widened. "If I hadn't been caught up in something last night, I might have ended up in jail."

"And what's particularly coincidental is that the attack failed last night," the hypocrite added.

"Hmph, if I were here, I would have charged in unleashed, and no extraordinary figure like Helen who suddenly appeared would have been able to stop me. It was really well calculated. No wonder the Royal Guards moved so slowly last night. So that's why." Prince Julian suddenly understood everything.

"I didn't expect Constantine XI to be so cruel, not even sparing his own daughter and youngest son." The hypocritical believer smacked his lips. "He wasn't even afraid of harming those foreign envoys."

Based on the existing intelligence and evidence, they gradually deduced a logically consistent "truth".

After all, behind a case, whoever gains the most benefits is the most suspicious.

The interest groups behind the second and third princesses do not fit the bill, and the fourth prince is even less likely to do so. The other forces have no reason to do so. If the attack last night had succeeded, the person who benefited the most would have been the eldest prince Alexios.

After all, all the heirs to the throne are gone, so just tell me if it’s you!

It's impossible for someone to be so poor as to covet the items at the auction? All this planning and scheming just for such a small thing?

In short, this speculation is impossible, the only possibility is the massacre plan of the eldest prince Alexios.

"So what do you suggest?" Prince Julian asked the hypocrites.

The hypocritical believer chuckled and said, "Your Highness, why don't you take advantage of their trick? Besides, didn't you accept Davis from the Gray Gold Cult?"

Prince Julian frowned, but nodded.

The hypocrite continued, "Your Highness borrowed his power to launch another attack, and with all the royal heirs wiped out, you, in grief, declared a state of emergency in Rome and temporarily became regent, waiting to ascend the throne once the dust settled."

"But my legal principles...will crumble after my brother returns, right?"

"Your Highness, do you really think the Goblin Alliance is easy to defeat?"

"You mean, the goblins will win?" Prince Julian widened his eyes, feeling a bad feeling in his heart.

The hypocrite smiled and said, "That depends on your Highness's choice. As long as you can become the emperor of the Romans, what's the harm in sacrificing your reputation?"

Prince Julian was silent for a moment, then took out a list from his arms and placed it in front of the hypocritical believer.

"This is?"

"The list for the tea party is small because it's a private royal event."

"Is this a tea party for the royal family and the Augustus family?" The hypocrite touched his chin. "And I saw a familiar name, Helen?"

"Just a mere Rank 2 nun." Prince Julian said nonchalantly, "Davis can handle it alone. As long as you can hold back Arthur of the Royal Guards."

"We can make some noise to lure him away, and then I'll send a level 3 transcendent for the rest, how about that?" The hypocritical cultist put away the list and stood up.

"No problem." Prince Julian took a sip of coffee wearily. "I hope nothing goes wrong."

"The Second Princess is focused on government affairs and neglects transcendental pursuits. The Third Princess is just a weak Rank 3 Summoner, and the Fourth Prince is only a Rank 1 Paladin. They're no match for me. Unless that Helen suddenly becomes a Rank 3 and crushes Davis, I can't imagine any flaws in this plan."

The hypocrite made a joke on the spot.

The advancement from extraordinary to extraordinary, especially from level 2 to level 3, is the real watershed between ordinary people and extraordinary people, and it is not so easy to break through.

The only variable is Helen, can she turn the tables? Ivilia and an unknown little witch probably won't fight sincerely for the royal family.

How to lose in an advantageous game?

Prince Julian agreed, so he asked, "What do you want?"

"This conspiracy itself is a reward for us, and we also hope to witness you become the first citizen of Rome." The hypocrite bowed respectfully.

"Hmm, I really wish I had a counselor who could have planned last night's attack." Prince Julian closed his eyes. "Then I could consult him and see if you were lying."

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At this moment, Helen, the mastermind behind the high-profile attack on Alec Manor in Prince Julian's mind, who had caused such a big fuss just to get some extraordinary props, was studying how to enter the flower world.

By the time he figured out or remembered how to enter the flower world, it was already late at night.

The way to enter is actually to present a flower to the flower world, no matter what variety it is.

"I really haven't come across this stuff in my past life. Being able to figure it out is a good thing, right?" Helen hammered her head. "It would be great if I could get my hands on some of the player forums. Then maybe I could remember some things and see what this world is really like."

After thinking about it, Helen shook his head. Although he is now a true extraordinary person, he is still far from becoming a powerful person in the world. His primary goal now is still to become stronger.

Having thought it through and established her goal, Helen took out an unknown wild flower and placed it on the ring tied around her thigh without hesitation.

The next moment, the flower fragments on the magic ring burst out with a dazzling and rapid red light, which made Helen squint her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, what she saw was a sea of flowers.

It is sunny here, like a large garden, full of fantasy and fairy tale atmosphere.

Along the cobblestone path, neatly trimmed hedges lined the path, like warriors guarding this fairyland, while the freely growing shrubs added a sense of adventure. Not far away, a fountain carved from white stone stood quietly, its water droplets dancing in the sunlight, casting specks of silver light. Occasionally, a few colorful butterflies fluttered around, or a bird perched nearby to sing, creating a vivid scene.

Further away, patches of lush trees provide shade for the garden, beneath which are naturally formed benches made of vines.

Helen turned around and found that there was an open lawn. At the end of the lawn, there was an arch decorated with flowers. There were roses planted there, with red, white and yellow colors intertwined.

"It seems to be there." Helen took a deep breath and walked towards the flower arch.

In his previous life's game, he came here on a mission, met the president here, and listened to him explain how to obtain the bride skill by choosing one of three options.

At that time, I was only envious, but now when it was his turn, he felt as calm as the big guy who was introduced at that time.

When he walked along the cobblestone path and came to the flower arch, a huge red rose suddenly appeared from the side of the road, blocking his way.

"Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?" Helen asked when she saw the red rose standing there motionless.

The red rose exhaled a light puff of powder.

Helen smelled it immediately when she saw it.

[You don't seem to be afraid of me... er, my pollen?]

After smelling the pollen, Helen heard the voice of an old woman in her mind.

Helen smiled calmly and saluted the giant rose. "I read a lot of extracurricular books in my early years and learned that some extraordinary flowers and plants use special pollen to transmit language."

[You are very smart, and I, the God... ahem, am very fond of you. I am the Flower God's... maid? Yes, you can call me Ellie.]

Helen's emerald eyes flashed with a gleam of brilliance, but she continued to lower her head and answered, "I just like reading books."

[This God... well, I think your dance is pretty good. You should have won the favor of the Flower God, right? ]

Helen nodded. "Yes, I came here to thank the Flower Goddess for her gift. I wonder if Sister Rose has any advice for me."

In the previous life, the official game also released some information about extraordinary beings above level 15, including the information about the flower goddess Ellie Lehman.

The flower god usually appears as a middle-aged woman who is easily influenced (likes to flatter others), adopts various goddaughters (to satisfy her own desire to dress up), and is very protective of her own people.

Later, as time passed, those daughters got married or left, and now only the flower goddess Ellie Lehman is left resting alone in the flower world.

So, the Ellie who calls herself the Flower Goddess Maid...

Combined with the previous conversation, Helen felt that the person speaking behind the rose in front of her was undoubtedly the flower god himself!

The specific level of a true quasi-god above level 15 is not something a small nun like her can guess.

"Alas, you're the wise one after all. Those followers of the God of Light and the Cult of Disease want to study the Way of Life, but I won't... ah no, the Flower God won't let them in~"

Helen's eyes drooped.

He never imagined that the church and the disease believers really had contact. The big guys on the forum in his previous life had such speculation, but with the fall of Constantinople, everything was submerged in history, and Helen, who was not involved, had even less idea.

"The power of the Flower God is so great that even a small minion like the Void Space dares to disturb the Flower God, let alone the God of Light. Humph, he overestimates his own abilities." Helen spoke well of the Flower God at this moment, and spoke of the 19th-level God of Light as if he was a subordinate of the Flower God, not at all like a pious little nun.