The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

Tier 4 Barbarian.

Davis and the hypocritical believers were both shocked.

Nowadays, the amount of demonic energy is much less than in the past. Most of the powerful people in the open are at level 5. Now a level 4 appears, which represents the high-end combat power of a country. Now it appears next to them, which makes them happy and worried.

I am naturally happy because my teammates are so strong, so the next task should be easy.

The worry is that this guy is a barbarian. Once a barbarian enters a state of rage, he can't distinguish between friend and foe. The two of them can't withstand a level 3 spell!

"How could you be level 4? The leader said you were level 3, and the prince also clearly stated that he was sending a level 3 physics-related extraordinary person." The hypocritical believer was terrified.

"Hehe, don't worry. I'm not truly level 4. I just took the potion given by His Royal Highness the Prince, which temporarily boosted me to level 4." This time it was the burly man's turn to sneer, "I thought you scholars were quite knowledgeable, but this is all you get?"

"I remember that temporarily upgrading one level requires a huge price, right? What did you pay for it?" Davis did not show any fear, but instead asked calmly.

The strong man was stunned and turned his head away without saying anything.

The hypocritical believer glanced at the bald head of the strong man, then glanced at that spot, smiled, turned around and disappeared on the spot.

"What did that look of his just now mean?" the burly man's face was full of anger.

"We're here." Davis did not answer the strong man, but said calmly.

The strong man came to his senses and looked around, and found that the black death whale under his feet had carried them to the vicinity of the Jackdaw at some point.

The strong man asked:

"Since the Black Death Whale under our feet is about the same size as this battleship, why not just hit it directly?"

Davis pulled out a potion filled with blue liquid from his sleeve. "No, this warship is specially built. The Black Death Whale won't be able to successfully hit it the first time."

"If we don't sink it and wake up the Second Princess, the situation will be very difficult to control."

After listening to Davis' analysis, the burly man couldn't help but laugh and said, "Seeing that you scholars are still of some use."

Davis did not answer the strong man, but handed the potion in his hand to the strong man.

"This is?"

"Even a Barbarian at level 4 can't fly. This is a flying potion. If you want to climb up slowly, just ignore what I said."

"Tsk~ Do you think everyone is as genius as that brat Arthur?" The burly man grabbed the blue potion and drank it.

Watching the burly man drink the blue potion, Davis couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, but he quickly restrained it, drank the blue potion in his hand, and then flew into the air.

The strong man followed suit, flying up little by little with Davis, and successfully landed on the deck of the Jackdaw.

"Guards were lax."

The hypocritical believer who had disappeared earlier appeared next to Davis.

"Are they all asleep?" Davis asked worriedly.

The hypocritical believer sneered: "Don't worry, we will check and there will be no mistakes."

"As far as I know, your sect is the most stubborn organization." Davis said silently.

"Bullshit, that was our plan, and tonight's action was also part of our plan." The hypocritical believer said stubbornly on the spot.

Davis turned to look at the burly man, who took a quick look around and said, "It's just as the cultist said. The two retired veterans of the Royal Guard are not on deck."

As a former Roman officer, he was naturally familiar with these two people and even had some understanding of their habits.

"Go check again. Be careful. The guards usually don't sleep." Davis was still cautious and stood on the edge of the boat. If something went wrong, he would immediately jump back on the back of the Black Death Whale.

"Row."

The hypocritical believer disappeared on the spot and reappeared after a while.

"They're on the bottom floor...playing cards. If we move quickly, they won't notice what's happening upstairs."

"Very good, you go kill the princess, and I will kill someone alone."

"Who?"

"The nun named Helen." Davis' eyes were cold.

Chapter 74: That year, only the Saint had not yet participated

Faced with Davis' inexplicable hatred, the hypocritical believer and the strong man were full of doubts.

"Don't worry about it. Everyone on the ship will die tonight, except for the two princesses. The rest will die in a similar order." Davis took a deep breath, "I'll leave the two veterans to the officer."

The burly man snorted and walked towards the deck entrance.

Davis followed closely behind.

The hypocritical believer who was at the end smiled, pulled up his hood, and was the last to step below the deck.

Although there were only three of them, his was the easiest task among the assigned tasks.

The second princess Eudocia was smart, but she was just a girl who was not good at extraordinary things and was good at government affairs. It was too easy to kill her.

As a member of the cult, he felt that this clever girl should be given a decent death.

After all, their sect pays special attention to smart people and likes them to read more books, especially those written by their great master.

"Hmph, as for the Third Princess, she can be slaughtered as a fool at will. There is no room for fools in this world!" The hypocritical believer's eyes flashed with anger.

Their sect can't stand fools the most, and there are rumors in Rome that the three emperors' daughters are innocent and naive. In the eyes of their sect, how can such a fool hold a high position?

Must kill him mercilessly!

When the hypocritical believers thought about getting rid of a fool for the Great Lord, they were no longer angry, but looked forward to it, hoping to obtain a perfect blessing through this princess-level sacrifice!

So he groped his way to the door of Room 311, which was Irina's door.

They called their sect the Sect of Wisdom and served the god of wisdom in the virtual space. Therefore, many of the believers were mages. Because of their wisdom and powerful mages, their sect was destined to follow the elite upper-class route.

Because of this convenience, they were well-informed about the royal family or the aristocracy, and naturally they could also obtain information about the room layout and personnel allocation on the Jackdaw.

So the hypocritical believers could easily find the room of the third princess Irina.

"Ah, just become the nourishment of my Lord!" said the hypocritical believer, and his whole body was glowing with blue light.

Although the current situation is almost certain, as a hypocritical believer, one must be cautious in any questions asked and maintain curiosity and desire to explore knowledge.

Click!

The door of room 311 opened without wind, and the hypocritical believer smiled with joy when he saw Irina sleeping soundly on the bed.

"Foolish fellow! Our sect has long noticed that you, a fool, have been up there for so long. You are not even as smart as your sister!"

Irina, lying on the bed, frowned uneasily.

"Hehehe, don't worry, I'm not one of those lowly lustful people. I will let you die in stupidity." The hypocritical believer walked in with a grin, and closed the door to prevent Irina from waking up suddenly and running out.

"Great wisdom will allow your soul to return to the soul of the book." The hypocritical believer slowly closed his eyes, chanted the prayer, and then slowly opened his eyes.

Eudocia stood to his right, pointing the black muzzle of her ship's gun at him.

Joan of Arc held a golden banner with the spear at its top aimed at his neck.

The hypocritical believer fell silent, slowly closed his eyes for a long time, and then opened them again...

The scene remained the same, but there were more people.

On the bed in front, Irina, who was originally sleeping soundly, stood up, her face full of anger and grievance.

And right in front, at the stern, sat a witch wearing a magic soft-top hat, who was now flashing the ice pick in her hand with a mischievous look on her face.

The vampire girl in the goldfish costume was playing with a dagger at the right limit of his vision.

The hypocritical believer fell silent again. After a long while, he raised his hands and knelt down silently.

"My name is Kodick, a thief. I hope you ladies will spare my life."

This hypocritical believer named Kodik decisively admitted his mistake.

As an intelligent man, how could he not understand the situation?

Hypocritical believers will maintain religious fanaticism most of the time, but when it comes to their own lives, this group of people will immediately make up all kinds of excuses to avoid the threat, so they are also called "hypocritical".

Except for a few who are directly blessed by the "God of Wisdom" in the virtual space, most people's brains and wisdom are still online. This is why they develop quickly but cause less harm than the other three religions.

Smart people all cherish their lives.

"Who else is the attacker?" Eudocia retracted her ship suit and looked seriously at the hypocritical believer kneeling on the ground.

Kodick's eyes rolled, and then he lowered his head and said, "There are only two, one of them is watching the deck...ah!"

Click!

Eudocia broke the right arm of the hypocritical Caudric with an expressionless face.

"You lied. I'll give you a chance to answer the question again."

The other girls were all shocked.

Joan of Arc quickly covered Irina's eyes with her right hand. She remembered Eudocia's instructions and helped her cover Irina's eyes because Eudocia didn't want her sister to see her other side.

Natalie trembled as she grabbed Ivilia's right hand and covered her eyes.

Ivilia: ...

"Yes, there are three of them. One is monitoring the two old generals on the bottom floor, and one is monitoring the deck...ah!" Before Codick could finish his words, Eudocia twisted his left arm.

"I'll give you one last chance, otherwise you'll never get out of this alive!" Eudocia's tone became anxious.

"Yes, I went to find the nun named Helen." Codick lay on the ground with snot and tears, barking like a dead dog.

When Eudocia heard this, she immediately turned and walked towards the door.

"Your Highness, you seem a little uneasy." Joan of Arc said seriously.

"How can I stay calm? They are going to hurt Helen..." Eudocia said halfway, then seemed to realize something and slowly closed her mouth.

Natalie let go of Ivilia's hand and stared at Eudocia. "I'm the one who's worried. Your Highness doesn't need to go to such great lengths."

Ivilia, who was standing next to her, lowered her head slightly, a hint of uneasiness in her pink eyes.

"Hai, Helen is in danger, let's go help her." Irina shouted hurriedly after hearing that Helen was in danger.

Jeanne took a deep breath, raised her head and whispered, "Sister Helen said that the remaining one will be left to him. We just need to deal with the one in front of us and wait for the rendezvous."

As soon as she finished speaking, she let go of her hand, only to find that not only Irina, who had just opened her hand, but also the other girls were staring at her.

"Yes, is there something wrong?" Joan of Arc felt inexplicably uneasy.

"It's nothing. I'm just a little envious of you for being able to focus on your work." Eudocia covered her head with her right hand. She felt that she was sick, and very sick.

When did I start to act on my emotions?

"I'm going to find Helen." Natalie stood up and walked towards the door...

Chapter 75: A short, small fry dies at the feet of a nun wearing black silk? [Two in One]

"Wait!" Eudocia stopped Natalie.

When Natalie saw Eudocia trying to stop her, she ignored her. Her family's breakdown was related to the decline of Rome, so she naturally had no respect for the Roman royal family.

"I understand how you feel, but we will still proceed according to the original plan." Eudocia had received political education, so she advised very rationally.

"Do you understand how I feel?" Natalie said dissatisfiedly, "Helen and I have supported each other all the way here. Do you understand Helen as well as I do? Helen is all I have!"

Eudocia fell silent for a rare moment after hearing Natalie's words.

Ivilia's face, which had been calm until now, showed some doubt. She found that Eudocia looked guilty and uneasy after hearing what Natalie said.

why?

On the other side, Natalie saw that Eudocia didn't respond, and thought that she had made her afraid to speak, so she crossed her arms and walked towards the exit.

"Wait a minute, Sister Natalie." Irina ran over and hugged Natalie's arm.

Natalie was startled by being hugged suddenly like this, and turned to look at Irina, whom she had only met a few times.

"We have to trust Sister Helen!" Irina timidly took Natalie's hand. "It's best to trust Sister Helen right now."

"Trust? Why do you trust?" Natalie was a little impatient at this moment. Her parents were long gone, and her only relative was gone. The only one who was with her was Helen. Why did outsiders act as if they knew Helen better than she did?

"Sister Helen saved me. What Sister Helen says is rarely wrong. I believe her." As Irina spoke, her soft tone gradually became firm.