The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

The profession of pharmacist is a true krypton gold profession. As long as you have money, you will never worry about lack of output. The disadvantage is that you need to replenish various medicinal materials after the battle.

Therefore, the Medicine Master is not someone that a poor person can play with. If you catch him, you won’t have to worry about running away and having no food to eat later.

"I just don't know if there will be any changes on this trip due to the butterfly effect?" Helen felt a little worried, but after her skills were strengthened, she was still confident. At worst, she could just drag Natalie and Ivilia to the flower world.

As Helen and Natalie got on, the carriage closed its doors and headed towards the port in the upper city.

The four of them chatted with each other along the way, and finally talked about the recently popular Hearth Special card. In the end, Natalie and Ivilia started fighting, and Helen and the girl in the white hood watched from the side. In the end, Ivilia won again amid Natalie's wailing.

"The Franks are forming a legion. Helen, are you interested in developing your career there? The treatment is much better than that of the nuns here."

As Natalie and Ivilia started a new hand, the hooded girl in white asked softly.

Helen was silent for a moment, then replied, "Maybe."

Hearing Helen's answer, which was the same as hers before, the girl in the white hood shut her mouth, knowing that it was boring.

"If the Empire decides its outcome on the battlefield of Manzikert, I might consider going to Frank to take a look." Helen answered ambiguously.

Upon hearing this reply, the hooded girl in white looked at Helen in surprise, "You seem to know where the war is going?"

"Just a guess." Helen shrugged.

The girl in the white hood picked up the iced black tea in the carriage and said, "Can you tell me about it?"

"No, Miss Joan of Arc." Helen turned her head, a hint of cunning in her emerald green eyes.

The hooded girl in white was startled, and the ice drink in her hand fell to the ground with a crisp metallic sound. The splashing red liquid stained Helen's black stockings on her jade feet.

Chapter 6: Rejection? Be crowned a concubine again!

The sound of the cup falling to the ground attracted the attention of everyone in the car.

"Sorry for getting your clothes dirty." The hooded girl in white lifted her hood, revealing her true face.

With golden medium-length hair, a pretty face and blue eyes, she is so heroic and charming that people can't help but like her.

Joan of Arc asked Helen in confusion: "But I want to know, how did you know it was me?"

Helen smiled sweetly and raised her right foot, the black silk stockings stained by the black tea, in a challenging manner, "Wipe it clean for me~"

A glint of cunning flashed across Jeanne's azure eyes, "Okay~"

Helen's pupils shrank sharply, but she quickly regained her smile. "A saint from a country, a living saint canonized by the Holy Light Church, is she going to wipe the feet of a little nun from the Radiant Church?"

After he finished speaking, he proudly raised his right foot wrapped in black stockings and shook it.

Jeanne blushed faintly, "Why not?"

"Then you go ahead?" Helen covered her mouth with one hand and smiled charmingly.

He bet that Joan of Arc would not dare to do so. As long as she bowed her head and said sorry, he could press the stakes and make his demands.

But it turned out that the female devil's method was not feasible. Joan of Arc, who was sitting opposite him, hesitated for a moment, took out a handkerchief from her arms, and carefully wiped Helen's black stockings.

This action made Natalie, who was secretly observing, look stunned.

"There's a flaw!" Ivilia on the opposite side decisively played a spell card and directly attacked Natalie, "You lose!"

Natalie came to her senses, calculated carefully, and found that she had lost again.

"Wow~" Natalie screamed, feeling depressed to this day.

Why are both games and relationships causing her to feel uncomfortable?

On the other side, Helen couldn't help but hum and blush after Joan of Arc wiped her feet.

Although the effect of unicorn saliva gradually decreases over time, it does leave permanent residue. Joan of Arc's rub was much stronger than Eudocia's, so his legs and feet almost twitched due to the physiological aftereffects.

"I didn't expect that Her Majesty the Saint is so respectful and humble. She is willing to do so. I think it will become a good story if it gets out." Helen, with a blush on her cheeks, exhaled in a sweet voice.

"Of course. I think people also want to know who is truly recognized by the Unicorn." Joan of Arc took back the handkerchief.

Helen narrowed her eyes.

The same is true of Joan of Arc.

The two of them just stared at each other, like opponents playing chess, waiting for the other to reveal a flaw.

"How about a draw?" Jeanne turned her head and looked to the side. "We each only have one handle on each other, so why not cooperate?"

"Even in collaboration, there has to be someone who takes the lead, right?" Helen withdrew her right foot, tilted her head and smiled.

Joan of Arc turned back and stared at Helen, "It seems I underestimated you."

"Meanwhile, I never thought that the pious Saint Lady would have such... means." Helen also stared at Joan of Arc.

Sure enough, he is as scheming as I am!

Helen and Joan of Arc thought to themselves at the same time.

"Attack again, you die again!" Ivilia once again commanded the cards in her hand to attack Natalie who was peeking at the battle between Helen and Joan of Arc.

Natalie regained consciousness once more, glanced at her field, and immediately threw away the cards in her hand. "Ah, I'm never going to play Hearthstone again!"

Don’t play cards and then lose your wife at the same time. You will be laughed at!

……

As Natalie stopped playing cards with Ivilia, the four people in the carriage fell silent. Until the slightly thin-skinned Jeanne couldn't stand it anymore, she simply closed her eyes and bowed to Helen: "Okay, what kind of cooperation do you want?"

Helen smiled calmly upon hearing this, reached out to lift the car curtain, and looked out the window at the prosperous and clean port road.

"What are you Franks doing here?"

“Isn’t this beyond the scope of cooperation?”

"Investigating the situation of the Imperial Expeditionary Force, worrying about the goblins occupying the East, and also worried about the existence under the deep sea?" Helen closed the car curtain and turned to look at Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc stared at Helen in disbelief with her eyes wide open.

Ivilia beside her was also stunned.

"It seems I guessed right." Helen raised the corners of her mouth slightly. As a game player in her previous life, how could he not understand these?

"Is this really just a guess?" Joan of Arc's forehead was covered in sweat. "The first one is easy to say, but what about the next two or three?"

"Go back and tell your emperor that the source of the plague is the biggest problem right now, and the crisis under the deep sea will come later." Helen extended her hand to Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc looked at Helen's outstretched hand and looked at her in surprise.

"Ms. Joan of Arc, since I revealed such important information to you Franks, can't you give me some benefits?" Helen said with a wicked smile.

Facing the persecution of the cunning and evil nun, Joan of Arc said weakly, "Why, why should I trust your information?"

"Doesn't your legion rely on genetic devices from archaeology? Start mass-producing large numbers of level 1 and level 2 primary warriors." The corners of Helen's mouth gradually rose, revealing the smell of depravity on her body.

Jeanne's eyes widened.

This secret is only known to her, the old emperor and the prophet. How could there be a fourth person besides them who knows it?

"How should I know? Miss Joan of Arc might be able to offer a suitable reward~" Helen began to raise the price.

"I...I, I am one of the rewards." Joan of Arc said with a blushing face.

"Huh?" Even the very disdainful Helen was confused when she heard this.

"I mean... I can help you as a thug or something. Please, please don't humiliate me." Joan of Arc's face turned redder as she spoke. "This is what His Majesty and the Prophet want."

Helen pretended to cough and turned to look out the window. "I have enough fighting power here and don't need too much help."

"Your Majesty means that since you are the new saint, I naturally have the obligation to take you back to Frank... No, to help you fight." Joan of Arc said anxiously.

Ivilia added expressionlessly, "You let it slip."

"I know... ah no, wuwuwu, you all bully me~" Joan of Arc said, her blue eyes filled with tears and her silver teeth bit her lips.

"Sorry, we didn't mean it." Helen scratched her cheek embarrassedly. Making a girl cry was not what he wanted to see.

"We did it on purpose," Ivilia added seriously.

Joan of Arc, who had been trying hard to hold back her tears, could no longer hold back her tears. "Why are you vampires so vicious?"

"Avila." Helen raised her index finger anxiously, signaling the silly girl Avila to calm down.

He knew this was not what Ivylia meant.

Ivilia tilted her head in confusion. "Aren't you bullying Miss Jeanne? I'm just trying to help you."

At the end of her words, a hint of grievance appeared in her voice.

Helen's pretty face turned red, and she seemed to want to say something but stopped herself.

Natalie, who was smart enough to be next to him, translated: "What Helen meant is that you can bully, but don't bully too hard. Maintain the negotiation strength."

"You are bullying me. The saints of the Church of Light have always been like this since ancient times. They are very bad!" Joan of Arc also said aggrievedly.

"No, this is a misunderstanding!" Helen was speechless.

"Four ladies, we have arrived at our destination."

Just at this moment, the driver in the driver's seat lifted the curtain and shouted with a helpless look on his face.

The four noisy people finally quieted down.

……

The Jackdaw was a giant ironclad warship built with great effort by the declining Roman Empire. Although its overall technology lagged behind the world's top level, it was still ranked among the top ten in an era when everyone was exploring ironclad warships. Its five 5mm main guns and fifteen 380mm secondary guns deterred the surrounding villains and provided a certain degree of protection for the empire's trade.

After Helen and her group got off the carriage, they were led by the royal professional receptionist to the battleship that was like an iron fortress.

The Jackdaw stood tall on the turbulent sea, its hull a predominantly cold gray-black, its exposed copper joints gleaming faintly in the sunlight. The cannons on either side of the ship resembled the fangs of a sleeping beast, ready to tear apart the courage of any challenger.

The roar of the steam engine was incessant, and thick smoke continued to spew out from the huge chimney, like the breath of a giant dragon, dyeing the sky a hazy gray-blue. The taut canvas fluttered in the wind, interweaving with the cries of seagulls into a thrilling symphony.

On the bridge, Eudocia's figure looked particularly majestic. Under the red sunset, she looked like a majestic queen on the blue sea.

"Eudocia alone can control this steel behemoth without any sailors." Helen looked up at Eudocia on the bridge.

Natalie, who was standing nearby, was puzzled when she heard this. "How can we sail without a crew?"

"That's not necessary. Any part of the ship can be changed with just a thought." Joan of Arc explained, "With sailors involved, it would be even harder to control."

Helen listened quietly.

If Eudocia listened to him, leaving Constantinople on Eudocia's Jackdaw would be a good option.

Today's Rome is really no match for the Goblin Alliance. Not only do they like to advance in technology, their military discipline is also ahead of the times. They allow various sects to live on the land ruled by the goblins, and their policies towards the grassroots are better than Rome's.

In the later stages of the war in the previous life game, there were so many Roman traitors. If the idiot planner hadn't forbade players to vote in goblins, it would be hard to say how many Roman loyalists there were among the players in the previous life.

What's even more terrifying is that the goblins also cooperate with the Gear Church, which is passionate about archaeology. Due to the rapid development of technology, the goblins' lack of extraordinary talents in combat power has been completely compensated.

Therefore, Helen never thought about how to manipulate the situation to fight against the goblins, but tried every means to escape. Rome, who could use the force, was completely unable to break the situation!

Rome was already rotten internally, and the aristocracy was severely entrenched. It deserved that the goblins invaded.

Even if they were not goblins, the Ottoman Sultan in the south also wanted to try whether Constantinople could become Istanbul.

In short, Rome is now strong on the outside but weak on the inside, but it owns the richest part of the world, which makes it hard not to covet it.

As the sun set and night fell, the lights on the deck gradually lit up, and a unique picture of naval life slowly unfolded before Helen.

"Everyone, the time is up, please come in." The leading waiter stepped aside to make way.

The warship also handed over a wide ladder to help Helen and others come up.

When Helen and her group came up, they saw Arthur wearing golden armor.

"Good evening, everyone. I'm Arthur, the Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Guards, and I'm responsible for your safety." Arthur briefly introduced himself before turning and leading the way. "The tea party will begin tomorrow, so let's have a simple feast tonight."

Natalie, who was following behind, asked in a low voice, "Why is he so respectful to us?"

Natalie knew Arthur. When she was in school, Arthur came to teach at school. At that time, many girls liked such a handsome boy, but Natalie was not one of them. She preferred Helen, who had a smooth body.

So when she saw Arthur bowing to her and Helen, she was a little surprised and excited.

"Because some people were given the title of concubine for the second time, they are considered royal relatives, and the Royal Guards are responsible for protecting the royal family." Joan of Arc on the side both supplemented and added the finishing blow.

She knew Helen didn't want to be crowned a princess.