The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

No, what does this mean?!

"No, what's the candidate saint?" Helen's eyes widened. "What did I do to deserve to be named a candidate saint?"

Of course he knew about the candidate saint.

Candidate saints were mainly selected from official nuns in the Eastern Roman Empire and were approved by the royal family, the prime minister (civil servant group), the nobility and the church, as well as the wishes of the candidate saint herself.

As long as half of the people approve, the nun will be officially selected as the candidate saint.

Then the candidate saint must make achievements within five years, whether it is civil or martial arts. As long as one of the requirements is met, she can be named the saint!

Moreover, this title is permanent, otherwise the title of candidate saint will be revoked after five years.

"I don't want to be a candidate saint." When Helen thought about the future situation, she knew that being named a candidate saint at this critical juncture would definitely make her stand out.

"So you don't want to?" Father Modes took out a piece of parchment from his arms with a serious expression and wrote something on it.

"Yes, yes, I remember the rules didn't say I can't refuse, right?" Helen broke out in a cold sweat, he had a bad feeling.

Father Modes nodded. "I understand. I'm just recording it. Do you really want to refuse?"

"Yes, I, Helen, bear witness that I, the Lord, decline this nomination." Helen offered a standard prayer.

Father Modes nodded slightly, then forced a smile as he put away the parchment and walked to a large cabinet.

Helen was frantically calling the police in her heart, but she didn't know what Father Modes' expression meant, so she moved to Father Modes' side.

"Father, what are you laughing at?"

"I'm not smiling."

"But the corners of your mouth have never gone down since they were raised." Helen shouted a little defensively.

Father Modes opened the large cabinet and took out a piece of brand new parchment. He showed it to Helen and read:

"The great Patriarch nominated Helen as the candidate saint based on the number of votes this year."

"The Second Princess Eudocia Dragaces Palaiologos agrees."

"The Third Princess Irina Dragaces Valleolio agrees."

"The Fourth Prince Nero Dragaces Palaiologos agrees."

"Prince Julian Dragaces Palaiologos agrees."

"Vice Chancellor Augustus Komnenos agrees."

"Arthur Pendragon, Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Guards, agrees."

"Noble representative Avila Augustus Ducas agrees."

"The noble representative, Basil Ducas, agrees."

……

"Tribunal representative Anderson agrees."

"Master of the Thirty-third Church, the Reader, I, Modes... agree."

"Sister Helen herself... disagrees."

After reading out a long and complicated list of names, Father Modes took a sip of the wine on the table with a dry mouth.

"This..." Helen's emerald eyes gradually lost their luster: "So the vote ratio is?"

"Ninety-nine to one. As the only party that disagrees, Sister Helen, please tell me the reasons for your disagreement and I will convey it to the church." Although Father Modes looked businesslike, his expression betrayed his inner thoughts.

"Poet from Aunt Mei's Pavilion!" Helen clenched her fists and admitted that she was blushing.

"Are you sure it's a 'dirty word'?" Father Modes finally couldn't help but asked with a smile.

Helen was silent for a moment, looking pitiful as she shook Modes' arm. "Father Modes, can you change it to "disagree"?"

"I'm sorry, if I disagree, I'll be exiled to the countryside the next day." Father Modes shook his head slightly. "Slacking off doesn't mean I'm willing to be exiled and have my salary reduced."

"And going from 99 to 1 to 98 to 2 doesn't seem to make much of a difference. It's actually even more hilarious."

"Awoo~" Helen held her head with both hands and sat on the ground.

The facts are before us, and it is almost certain that he will become the candidate for the Saint.

"Why is it so sudden, byd? Who proposed it? And why didn't anyone refuse?"

Chapter 85: What is it like to be a nun? [Fifth update completed]

"Ah!"

Eudocia sneezed in the palace of Constantinople.

A group of servants immediately gathered around, some bringing handkerchiefs, some putting on clothes, and some even pouring hot water.

"No need, I'm not that delicate. Prepare some clothes for me to go out and take me to see the Prime Minister."

Eudocia sat in her office chair, covering her face with one hand, looking tired.

The servants immediately prepared gorgeous purple clothes as she requested and helped Eudocia change into them.

Because Eudokia was ordinary, only at the pitiful A level, far inferior to her sister Irina who was almost at the D level, she changed clothes quickly, even rapidly.

After changing into the purple robes commonly worn by royal families, Eudocia walked out of her luxurious office and into the magnificent corridor.

"Your Highness, the Prime Minister is already waiting in the Government Affairs Hall." The imperial official Valorna saluted Eudocia.

"I understand. Please come in with me." Eudocia expressed her respect to the old man who was over seventy years old.

Valorna smiled calmly, bowed, and followed Eudocia into the government hall.

The Government Affairs Hall is actually not very big. It only has a large round table and chairs, which are covered with maps and various documents.

"Oh, Your Highness!" Osius, who was looking at documents with a magnifying glass, saw Eudocia coming, put down the documents and magnifying glass in his hands, stood up and saluted Eudocia.

But his fat body looks a bit funny no matter how you look at it.

But Eudocia did not show disgust or ridicule, but smiled with relief: "Uncle Osius, please sit down. There is no need to be so tired."

"Oh, how can that be? We must follow the rules." Osius smiled and sat down, patting the seat next to him. "Sit down, Your Highness."

Eudocia was startled, then nervously sat down next to Osius, "How's the situation at the front?"

Osius was startled for a moment, then smiled and changed the subject: "How was the tea party?"

Eudocia pouted slightly at the change of topic. "Don't you know everything? I was attacked!"

"Well, isn't it all resolved?" Osius picked up the magnifying glass and looked at the document, then put it down and started giving instructions.

Eudocia hesitated to speak and simply hummed softly.

Osius smiled slightly and turned to look at Eudocia, "How does it feel, Sister?"

"It's very moist and juicy, and it tastes like fruits... eh!" Eudocia said this subconsciously, then realized what she said and quickly covered her mouth.

Looking at Eudocia's blushing face, Osius' eyes widened, "No, niece, you really... I was just teasing her."

"Uncle, what are you doing guessing?" Eudocia blushed and lowered her head shyly.

It was the first time in my life that I handed it over, and my elders found out. It was so embarrassing.

"I'm not just guessing... After all, you made Sister Helen your consort." Osius said, then paused and continued, "How about... taking a consort?"

"Huh?" Eudocia looked up.

"Isn't Helen a candidate for saint? So strictly speaking, she's not part of the nun system. So if you like... you can be made a consort." Osius said with an embarrassed look on his face, "I'll just begrudgingly accepting your grandson... No, I'll begrudgingly helping you with your wedding. I'll be the master of ceremonies."

"I, I won't get married." Eudocia stood up with a blushing face. "I, I don't like nuns either."

"Didn't you just say it was very moist?"

"Uncle Osius!!!"

"Okay, okay, okay, I won't say anymore." Osius could only wave his hand like an old father, indicating that he would stop talking.

Seeing that Uncle Osius had stopped talking, Eudocia sat down unhappily.

Seeing this, Osius smiled slightly and carefully covered a front-line document on the table.

"Your Highness, go back and rest early. I will handle today's government affairs. You don't have to accompany me." Osius waved his hand.

Eudocia shook her head slightly: "No, my father said that I must learn more from you and cannot fall behind."

"You can learn later. Spend more time with your sister and...your little lover, the nun!"

"Uncle Osius!!!"

"You...cough cough!" Osius covered his mouth and coughed violently.

Eudocia stopped making a fuss upon seeing this, and immediately stood up and told the attendants around her to get the medicine from the pharmacy.

"No need, my throat just hurts recently. You should go back and have a good rest." Osius refused and said, "Be obedient, Your Highness."

The surrounding officers looked at each other, not knowing who to listen to.

Eudocia glanced at the Imperial Ink Officer, Valorna, who nodded and then sighed, "Alright, but show me the documents related to people's livelihood. I need to approve them."

"Well, you are like your father in this respect. It is right to pay attention to the people." Osius smiled and picked out a few uncorrected documents on people's livelihood and gave them to Eudocia.

Eudocia took a few documents and reports and left the government office with the attendants around her.

As Eudocia left, Imperial Ink Officer Valorna sighed, "Old man, is it okay to keep it a secret like this? She'll find out eventually."

"I believe in Your Majesty, there is still a chance." Osius closed his eyes slightly and stroked the front-line report on the table.

"I served in the army with the late emperor and understand a bit about military affairs. We... need to make some plans." Imperial Ink Officer Valorna stood up tremblingly. "And your illness..."

"I know, but don't tell anyone." Osius's forehead was covered in sweat. "No one can harm Rome unless the enemy steps over my dead body."

"Hey... the Patriarch has also hinted that they can help you prolong your life." Ink Officer Valorna said, "Although I know it comes from the virtual dimension, it does have an effect."

"You don't understand." Osius shook his head slightly. "People who go up to the starry sky are no longer human."

"From Rome's perspective, he's right, but he...can't afford to play with fire."

……

Helen came to the back hall of the church and saw Natalie stepping on grapes barefoot in a wooden barrel.

"Ah?" Natalie saw Helen coming and immediately waved to her happily, "Helen, let's step on it together~"

"Doesn't Father Modes want to step on me wearing stockings?" Helen raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

Hearing this, Natalie knew that Helen's impish nature was about to come out again, so she pointed to the old nuns kneading dough under a big tree in the distance and said, "The elders said that you don't need to wear stockings. You can wear them if you want, but you have to run a few laps and make your feet sweat."

"Well, I'd better not wear it then." Helen looked at the old nuns who were staring at him with smiles under the tree, and cold sweat broke out.

"Natalie, you've almost finished treading the grapes. You're sweating. You should...go for a run." An elderly nun in her sixties opened her eyes, stared at Helen's white silk stockings and said, "Go for a run and sweat. Afterwards, don't take them off. Go straight to treading the grapes."

"Huh? Aren't you afraid of getting dirty?"

"That's what the Romans like."

"Ouch~" Helen puffed her lips slightly, "I don't want to be sticky."

Chapter 86: Unreachable Love [Two in One]

When Helen ran back to the church yard panting, she saw Natalie jumping in the wooden wine barrel, and the old nuns under the tree were gone.

"Huff, huff~ Aren't you tired?" Helen slowly moved to the wooden barrel and looked at the crushed grapes under Natalie's jade feet.

"Because I was lazy!" Natalie simply sat on the edge of the barrel, shaking her tender feet stained red by grape juice. A faint scent of grapes and sour oranges floated into Helen's nose.

Helen blushed and snorted softly, "Aren't you afraid of being discovered for being lazy as a novice nun?"

"Discovered? What discovery?" Natalie swung her feet proudly. "You, a formal nun, didn't accuse me, so what should I be afraid of?"

Helen rolled her eyes and turned to go back to the church.

Natalie narrowed her eyes, "Sister Helen, are you going to disobey Father Modes's punishment?"

"Hmm~"

Helen, who was walking, stopped and returned to the barrel with a sad look on her face.