The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

On the deck of the Jackdaw, the morning tea party has already begun. During the period, guests can drink tea and eat cakes by themselves, or enjoy the surrounding sea view. In the afternoon, the host will invite guests to sit together and enjoy delicious food.

The fourth prince Nero poured himself a cup of black tea and chose a secluded place to sit down.

Ever since his father chose his eldest brother to follow him to war, he knew that it was impossible for him to enter the palace.

But he is the most ambitious of the four children and wants to leave his mark in history. Therefore, every second he stays in the imperial capital is torture for him.

Not to mention realizing his ambitions, he can only cooperate with businessmen. Even if he develops his power step by step in the empire, it is not as good as his second sister who has been in power, not to mention his eldest brother who is about to return triumphantly. Without civil and military skills, it is impossible for him to become a king.

"Will there be a chance if I cooperate with my second sister?" Nero looked up at Eudocia who was sitting at the main table in the distance.

Eudocia today is different from before. She is no longer wearing a cool and gorgeous backless dress, but a conservative blue evening dress that almost covers her feet, looking like a lady.

"Why did you change your personality?" Nero felt very strange.

My elder sister may appear cold to others on the surface, but she has a strong desire to win deep down, so naturally she will compete with some young ladies from famous families in terms of the beauty of their clothes.

So this is a royal private banquet, and it is held on my second sister's warship. Logically, my second sister would definitely show off, but why is she dressed conservatively today?

"Forget it, these are not my concerns." Nero rubbed his brows irritably. "I want to be a famous king in the world. Women are annoying."

"If this is your Highness's dream, then I won't bother you."

Suddenly, a pleasant and charming voice sounded in his ears.

Nero looked up in surprise and found that Helen, wearing a black rose dress, was sitting at the table.

"You...Sister Helen?"

"Your Highness, have you forgotten me so quickly?" Helen propped up her chin with one hand, feeling bored.

Nero wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked around. He found that only Helen was around, so he lowered his voice and asked, "Did you hear everything?"

"I understand you. We are all talented people, but we are frustrated." Helen lied without blushing or beating her heart.

Nero narrowed his eyes, "Looks like you've figured it out?"

"Maybe. Or maybe the Blood Hand Gang behind me needs your help?" Helen picked up the bitter melon juice on the table and took a sip.

Hearing Helen's words, the vigilance and worry on Nero's face disappeared, replaced by excitement.

In a nutshell, there is nothing noteworthy about his power except money, and he does not even have any level 3 experts around him.

In this extraordinary world, without the guarantee of military force, his power has never been able to develop. Merchants are a group that attaches great importance to interests. Once their power is broken by external forces, he will have no means of counterattack.

Now Helen's words are like a pillow thrown to someone when he is sleepy.

Although the mafia is a force that cannot be seen in public, it can be transformed into a violent armed force in a short period of time. The Gray and Gold Gang at breakfast a few days ago is a good example of this.

If he had the Blood Hand Gang as a leverage, he might be able to reach that coveted position.

"The Blood Hand Gang wants to take over some businesses and hopes to get support from the Roman Chamber of Commerce." Helen put down the bitter melon juice.

Nero raised an eyebrow, "Isn't the Grey Gold Gang's business hard enough?"

"The Grey Gold Gang's business is unpopular. If the Blood Hand Gang wants to get ashore, they naturally need some legal business. Aren't you the best choice?" Helen crossed her hands and bewitched like a little fox.

Nero touched his chin and fell into thought.

The Bloody Hand Gang is mainly composed of Neapolitans, and is related to the Commercial Federation, which is mainly composed of Venetians.

Although the Venetians are descendants of Ciro, they have intermarried with the local Neapolitans over time, so there is a basis for cooperation between the Bloody Hand Gang and the Chamber of Commerce it represents.

"Then what can I get? Thugs?" Nero asked.

"A powerful ally," Helen said patiently. "Do you think the Grey Gold Gang's demise was caused by them going crazy?"

Nero was gloomy and uncertain, "What do you mean?"

"Your Highness, are you still going to put on a show at this time?" Helen's emerald eyes flashed with cunning. "You know there must be someone behind the Gray Gold Gang."

Nero kept silent.

"The conflict that night was a battle between two major forces, Your Highness," Helen said.

"My uncle?" Nero simply asked.

Helen's lips curled up slightly. "It seems that Your Highness is also powerful. But do you want to know about the mysterious force that intercepted the cultists' attack that night?"

"Aren't they just barbarians... No, they are being used, isn't it you?" Nero disagreed at first, then he thought of something and looked at Helen in shock, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Your Highness is truly clever." Helen took a bite of the cake on the table. "The Blood Hand Gang is a subsidiary of our Scourge Guardians."

"What is your purpose?" Although Nero wanted to ascend to the throne, he was still wary of the unknown force appearing under his nose.

"Our organization is made up of extraordinary individuals from the Prophet system. We have a grudge against the believers of the Void Dimension. This hatred dates back to the last era, the end of the Common Era." Helen finished her words, pretending to show hatred. "They killed many of us."

Nero's frown instantly relaxed.

The believers of the Void Space have too many enemies, and the destruction of the last era was related to this group of people. Therefore, Helen's words convinced him, and he had no choice but to believe it. After all, he did not have a systematic intelligence agency, so it was difficult to provide evidence. He could only make decisions based on the information brought back by his spies.

As it turned out, Helen's words convinced him, after all, there were indeed disease cultists among the attackers last night.

"But just having one more ally won't do me much good." Nero smiled and took a sip of tea. "I just wonder if Miss Prophet can tell us something about the future? Or maybe go to the church and ask Miss Nun?"

Damn, you are worthy of being the sixth brother, and you start to threaten me now.

Helen cursed inwardly, but smiled on the surface: "Your Highness is worried about our strength, so our advice is... Your Highness, prepare for the troubled times as soon as possible."

Nero's eyes widened, his mouth slightly opened in nervousness, and he said angrily, "You mean, my father will lose?"

"Isn't this exactly what Your Highness wants to see?" Helen swallowed the remaining half of the cake and licked the cream on her lips with satisfaction.

"Okay, then I'll wait for a few days. If it's really as you said, I'll come to visit you then." Nero said, then stood up and straightened his clothes.

"No need. Just send someone to find the Blood Hand Gang directly. We on our side are more inclined to support Her Royal Highness the Second Princess." Helen grabbed the mung bean cake and started eating.

"Although I want to take that step, I will never do anything that will make my loved ones sad and my enemies happy."

Nero made his statement and left in a hurry.

Helen slowly closed her eyes and carefully recalled the content of the game in her previous life.

None of the last Romans were cowards.

The eldest prince Alexios died in battle.

The second princess Eudocia died of illness on the eve of the expedition to restore the country.

The third princess Irina defended the last dignity of Rome in the ice and snow.

The fourth prince Nero was depressed all his life because of the struggle to recover his homeland.

"But now that I'm here, it's hard to explain~" Helen opened her eyes, her emerald green eyes were extremely charming.

Chapter 70: Stop talking and keep eating? [Two in one]

Looking at Nero's leaving back, Helen began to think about her future plans.

The reason why he cooperated with Nero again was entirely because of what happened last night, or because of Eudocia, which allowed him to cooperate with other princes and princesses with confidence.

Anyway, since he had already reached a cooperation agreement with Eudocia, he had nothing to worry about.

Besides, the other party bullied him so badly last night, why can't he talk about cooperation with other forces?

Moreover, he had promised to help the Blood Hand Gang establish connections with the upper class nobles, so Nero is a good choice now.

"If history hadn't gone too far wrong, Nero would have left with the Venetians, and the Bloody Hand Gang could have relied on this relationship to move." Helen was calculating what was going to happen next.

Whether it is his own strength or future direction, he has planned it all, and all that remains is action.

But then again, what should be done about Eudocia’s request?

Should I really stay and cover the evacuation of the people? Leaving alone is certainly the best option, but is it really a good idea?

Helen was in hesitation.

"Helen~" Natalie suddenly pulled up a chair and sat next to Helen.

Helen was startled and turned to look at Natalie. She was still dressed the same as yesterday, with white hair and a white dress, making her look like a little princess.

"What's wrong?" Helen ate the remaining mung bean cake and licked her pink lips.

Natalie looked at Helen's pretty face and the way she had been eating, and a faint blush appeared on her face. "Helen, how did you get through last night?"

I don’t know why, but Helen today is less immature and more mature than before.

There was an indescribable mature charm on Helen's petite figure, forming a strong contrast that made Natalie unable to take her eyes away. She looked like a young girl who had just become a wife...

"Last night... I, I knocked myself out." Helen hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not tell the truth.

For some reason, he couldn't bring himself to say it, so he lied to Natalie.

"Well, then you are really amazing." Natalie hugged Helen's arm somewhat unhappily.

Helen was startled, and inexplicably felt guilty. She reached out and touched Natalie's head, "Why are you unhappy?"

"I'm not unhappy, I just didn't expect you to be so capable." Natalie closed her eyes slightly and hugged Helen's arm.

Helen was inexplicably gentle today. In the past, she would have definitely hit her head, but today, for some reason, she touched her head like a mother.

She felt happy, and even though she couldn't do that kind of thing with Helen last night, she didn't feel any regret.

We can talk about it later. Anyway, she can't live without Helen.

Natalie, who was holding Helen, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, which made Helen, who was caressing her, feel confused.

As for his future, he can rely on the information he learned from his previous life, but he has no emotions. After all, he is just a young man in his twenties.

"Natalie, if you have any grievances, you can tell me~"

"Wronged?"

"Well, I will try my best to satisfy you." Helen narrowed her eyes and a gentle smile appeared on the corners of her mouth.

Try your best to satisfy me?

Natalie felt a surge of evil in her heart, which then turned into a desire.

"Don't worry, you can tell me later." Helen patted Natalie's head. "Of course, please allow me to hide some things."

"Hehe." Natalie smiled when she heard that.

Helen blinked in surprise, "Natalie?"

"Have you hidden more than I can say?" Natalie narrowed her eyes and simply hugged Helen's neck. "I don't care!"

Helen stopped stroking Natalie's hand and immediately hugged Natalie, "Natalie, thank you."

"Don't say that. Um... by the way, do you owe me a request?"

"Well, forget it."

"That can take your stockings off... Ouch!"

Natalie put her head in her hands.

Helen withdrew her hand expressionlessly, "Forget about those things that are too difficult to complete."

"I haven't finished yet, why do you find it so difficult?" Natalie pouted slightly.

The flirting between the two made Eudocia, who was watching from a distance, tighten the wine glass in her hand slightly.

"Your Highness?" a noble girl in front of Eudocia asked doubtfully.

"Sorry to excuse me." Eudocia said to the girl in front of her, turned and left, came to a waitress next to her, and whispered a few words in her ear.

After hearing this, the waitress turned around and left the deck.

On the other side, Natalie saw Ivilia coming up and her desire to play cards was rekindled.

"Helen, have we agreed on this?" Natalie let go of her hand.

Helen nodded slightly, "Of course."

Although he didn't know what requests Natalie would make in the future, he didn't think it mattered. Natalie was a child after all, and she wouldn't be as difficult to deal with as Eudocia.

Therefore, he was not afraid of what Natalie would ask for in the future, as it would definitely not be something unhealthy.

"Then I'm looking forward to it." Natalie stood up, "I'm going to play cards first~"

"Don't lose~" Helen was helpless about Natalie's card addiction.