The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

"Well, that's why we're handing this thing over to you. We're all in this together." Helen reached out and touched Natalie's head. "After all, your combat experience is the best."

Ivilia, who had been watching from a distance, tilted her head but didn't say anything.

"Okay, I knew Helen had a lot of ideas. You and Joan of Arc will handle this together, right?" Natalie showed a little cunning.

Helen hummed guiltily.

In fact, he wanted to use [White Rose·Bride] on Natalie because Natalie was a witch and her damage output could be the highest in the team.

However, even after forced upgrading, he was only at level 4. Fighting against a level 4 barbarian in this narrow space on the ship was not to say that he could not defeat him, but the fight would make too much noise, and it was unclear whether the ship was still there.

After all, with the output of a 4th-level witch... there probably aren't many people left alive on the ship.

But Joan of Arc is different. If she is forcibly promoted to level 2, she will become a level 5 combat saint. It is not certain that she can defeat a level 4 warrior, but at least she can crush her.

So from the perspective of choice, if Joan of Arc hadn't been away tonight, Helen really planned to choose Natalie.

"Okay~"

Natalie made an OK sign.

Helen, who was very arrogant in bullying the enemies on the battlefield, felt guilty when facing Natalie, and the symptoms of the female ghost disappeared directly.

Eudocia raised the corner of her mouth slightly, walked slowly to Helen's ear and whispered, "Although I don't know what you are going to say, but Sister Little White Elephant, I hope you can keep your voice down when we solve this~"

Helen's pretty face flushed at first, then she realized something and lowered her voice to answer, "Your Highness Little White Tiger, please rest assured. Once we finish here, the Black Death Whale might be frightened. You'd better kill it quickly then."

Eudocia's cheeks flushed when she heard this, but it quickly faded.

She knew that Helen was saying that she had little hair there and was almost bald, but so what?

Didn't you leave some on your lips? Isn't it enough to taste the jade?

After the two finished their discussion, Helen left the room and came to the dim corridor.

"Tell me, what are you going to do?" Joan of Arc was kneeling in front of the wall and praying.

"Do you pray every moment?" Helen walked up to Joan of Arc.

"As a priest, piety is the best reward the Lord has given me." Joan of Arc slowly opened her eyes, revealing blue pupils, which looked like a ray of blue light in the darkness.

Helen bent down and whispered in Joan's ear: "What if I ask you to do something that goes against the teachings?"

Joan of Arc looked serious as she turned to look at Helen, who was looking playful beside her. "You don't look like a nun at all. I don't know why Iris (Unicorn) chose you."

"Then, holy Saint, do you want to know why?" Helen tilted her head and smiled.

Jeanne closed her eyes slightly, "Time is running out, I don't want to talk to you about other things. Tell me why you hinted at me coming out, what are your plans?"

"Lady Saint, my plan is..." Helen stood up, walked to Jeanne and slightly raised her right foot, "Lick my feet~"

Chapter 78: The bitch nun is counterattacked by the super serious saint

"So your skills can forcibly increase your extraordinary level?"

Joan of Arc raised her head with a blushing face and looked at Helen in front of her.

Helen just explained to her the origin of the skill. Although the effect was powerful, the price paid was a bit shameful no matter how you looked at it.

"Yes, if Miss Joan of Arc doesn't want to, the two of us can go down directly. Two level 2s against one level 3 barbarian seems to be a good idea." Helen's smile grew as she looked down at the saint who was kneeling devoutly on the ground.

Joan of Arc pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Oh, by the way, my profession has support, so two against one is not a problem. After all, there are two veterans below." Helen covered her mouth with one hand.

In fact, he didn't want Joan of Arc to kiss his feet. It was too embarrassing.

Moreover, he is a strong auxiliary and a combat saint who is strong in both physical and magical skills. If he is well prepared, it is also a good plan to defeat a level 4 barbarian with a sneak attack.

The only drawback is that the noise is too loud, which may easily awaken the black whales under the sea. If the war breaks out and it is not handled properly, and someone dies on the ship, won’t there be a political earthquake in Rome?

Jeanne raised her head and looked up at Helen with shame and anger: "Are you trying to bully me with this skill?"

Helen shrugged. "Of course not. I just don't know how the Saint will choose."

Although Joan of Arc is as scheming as he is, she is passive. Unlike Eudocia, who appears cool on the outside but is actually sultry on the inside, Joan of Arc tends to be serious and kind, a bit like a traditional lady from a noble family.

This was reflected in the previous game. Although she died in the fifth expansion pack, which led to the planner being beaten by angry players, she was resurrected by the Ice Queen of the Cold Scourge in the seventh expansion pack and turned into the Black Saint. Because of the sequel, her popularity among the player community has always been very high.

Who doesn’t like a saint who is aloof but fair to others, inexperienced but scheming?

So he was certain that Joan of Arc would not agree to such a rebellious thing.

"If the two of us go up together, it will probably alarm the people on the ship and affect ordinary people, right?" Joan of Arc moved her body and stepped forward.

Helen didn't notice anything wrong and continued jokingly, "Yes, is it true? A Saint like a small fry is going to lick the feet of a Glorious Sister?"

At the end of her words, Helen became a little arrogant.

Joan of Arc, who was kneeling on the ground, blushed instantly and raised her head in shame and anger: "Is it fun to bully me?"

"Of course it's fun, but you can beg me~" Helen smiled and lifted the hem of her black rose dress. "But you can choose not to kiss me. I'll help you fight later. The choice is yours."

Faced with the arrogant Helen, Joan of Arc lowered her head and fell silent.

"Well, since Miss Joan of Arc doesn't want to, I don't mind being patient." Helen shook her other tender foot that was not wrapped in black stockings.

"The Lord said that if we can provide safety to the lost people, some sacrifices can be tolerated, even if it means falling into hell!" Joan of Arc suddenly raised her head and said to Helen seriously.

Helen blinked, not understanding what Joan of Arc wanted to express, but Joan of Arc's next action made her look strong but weak.

Because Joan of Arc reached out and grabbed his right foot, which was barefoot without any stockings.

"Ugh~" Helen quickly covered her mouth and asked timidly, "What are you going to do?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to kiss feet?"

"But, but are you really going to do it?" Helen became flustered, and her previous arrogance disappeared.

Joan of Arc wasn't the sullen, dark-hearted type like Eudocia, so she naturally didn't notice Helen's panic. Instead, she nodded seriously, "Yes, yes, no matter how much you mock me, as long as you serve my Lord, everything is worth it."

"Huh?" Helen was completely confused. Why was it different from what she thought?

Joan of Arc blushed slightly as she pinched Helen's feet. The texture was silky and delicate, and the skin was pink and tender, truly achieving the beauty of whiteness and rosy complexion.

It seems like a jade artifact that was born to be enjoyed by people.

"Oh wait... this, this can be considered~ It's not impossible for the two of us to go together!" Helen explained in a panic.

"Are you waiting for me to say it and then laugh at me?" Joan of Arc sneered, her eyes steadfast as she said, "It doesn't matter. I won't surrender. As long as it's for the safety of the people, a small sacrifice is acceptable."

Helen hesitated to speak.

He realized what it meant to be trapped in one's own web. He had said something rather blunt before, and now he couldn't explain it clearly even if he wanted to.

Joan of Arc, on the other side, held up Helen's pretty feet and looked at her delicate toes. A slight blush appeared on her pretty cheeks. "Have you activated your skill?"

"Wait, wait a minute, maybe it would be better for the two of us to attack together!" Helen began to struggle.

Joan of Arc just glanced at Helen, then lowered her head and said: "If you want to humiliate me, humiliate me. I am ready to kiss you."

Seeing Joan of Arc's head lowering lower and lower, Helen wanted to resist, but Joan of Arc was a combat nun and her strength was not like Davis's shock wave, so her resistance naturally failed.

"What are you, a small-time saint, doing all of a sudden?!"

While Helen was complaining, she was also forced to release her skills.

[White Rose·Bride] Level 3.

At this moment, Joan of Arc kissed Helen's bare feet. Her pink lips collided with her white toes, and a divine power descended upon the saint and the nun.

The moment her lips and feet parted, a white rose appeared and bloomed on Helen's toes.

Joan of Arc and Helen looked at the glowing white rose and instantly understood something, blushing.

"Gu, I'll remember this humiliation." Joan of Arc said, then closed her eyes and opened her cherry-like mouth.

Helen turned her head to look to the side, gently lifted her bare foot, and placed it next to Jeanne's mouth.

"Hurry up, please." Joan of Arc's face turned red visibly.

Helen clenched her right fist, put the toes of her bare feet into Joan of Arc's mouth, and also put the white rose into Joan of Arc's mouth.

The next moment, holy light appeared, and dozens of pure white roses grew around the two of them, creating a beautiful scene like the Garden of Eden.

Helen only felt weak. She quickly pulled out her saliva-covered feet and fell to the ground, gasping for breath, her cheeks flushed.

Joan of Arc only felt that she had entered the realm of God. Many kinds of skills flooded into her mind, and various powerful skills emerged in her mind!

The pinnacle of the world, a 5th-level combat nun.

"Holy Flag!" Joan of Arc shouted, and a spear with a golden iris flag printed on it appeared in her hand.

She was now terrifyingly strong. Although she knew clearly that she only had ten minutes left, this power still made her unable to help but linger.

"Huff, huff~" Helen, lying on the ground, gasped for breath. She felt uncomfortable all over. She felt as tired as... that night when she created a career with Eudocia.

"Let's go, Sister Helen." He held Helen in his arms with one hand.

Chapter 79: Just get there!

Rusyat was walking downstairs, and his current target was the two veterans on the lower deck.

Although the opponents are all at the peak of level 3, I am a level 4 barbarian. Although it can only last for three days, this time is enough to gamble for the rest of my life.

At that time, Prince Julian promised that he would get a manor in the upper city and a hundred servants and stewards, as well as a monthly salary of 10 gold coins.

So he was willing to risk ten years of impotence just to have enough food and clothing for the rest of his life.

As someone who had climbed up from the bottom, he knew exactly what he needed, and he now felt that he was terrifyingly strong.

"I have to thank His Royal Highness for all this. Without you, there would be no me." Rusyat felt that His Royal Highness's kindness was not enough, so he went downstairs to grope around.

Because the light was dim and he was sneaking in, he had to be extra careful.

Although the Barbarians are strong in frontal combat, they are ridiculously weak in other aspects, especially stealth, which is simply too weak.

"Ok?"

When he stepped onto the corridor, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis, as if he would die in the next moment, as if a thorn in his back.

Swish!

Rusyat dodged to the side and jumped to the other side of the corridor.

The moment he left his original position, a cold light came first, and a silver spear brushed past Rusyat's neck.

"Who?" Rusyat fell to the ground again and touched the blood flowing from the narrow wound on his neck.

"Frankish Empire, Joan of Arc." Joan of Arc walked out from the shadows, holding Helen in one hand.

Rusyat suddenly laughed: "What? It turns out you are just two little girls. Do you dare to challenge the strongest me?"

He is now very arrogant. Even if he meets the Patriarch of level 5 or Arthur at the peak of level 4, he is confident that he can fight off a few moves and escape unscathed.

Jeanne held a silver spear, the flag on the tip of the spear moving without wind. "Are you Rusyate?"

"Well, it seems that Davis has failed?" Rusyat was not stupid. The exposure of his name also indirectly proved that the other two routes had a high probability of failure.

"Now I feel the surging power in my body. I wonder if you can satisfy me and become a sacrifice to my Lord?" Joan of Arc held the gun in one hand and pointed it at Rusyat.

Rusyat sensed the breath coming from Jeanne and his expression became serious. "If you want to challenge me, throw the little lover in your arms aside first."

As soon as these words were spoken, Joan of Arc's face flushed slightly and she looked down at Helen in her arms.

Although there was no problem in holding Helen with one hand, it did affect her subsequent battle.

But the problem is that Helen is the prerequisite for her strength improvement. Once something happens to Helen, the powerful force in her body will disappear and she will regress to level 3.

"No, I'm not a burden." Helen exhaled softly and hugged Jeanne's snow-white neck. "I just don't know if you are willing?"

"What, what are you willing to do?" Joan of Arc was embarrassed by Helen's attitude.

"Miss Joan of Arc, didn't I tell you about my other skill?" Helen breathed a sigh of relief towards Joan of Arc.

A faint rose scent emanated from Helen's mouth, and her emerald green eyes were filled with seductive teasing.

Joan of Arc was silent for a moment, then shyly placed Helen against the wall next to her. "I'll go first, you stay here."

Helen, who was leaning against the wall, smiled slightly and said, "I wish you good luck in your military career."