The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

"Wow, are you stepping on grapes?" Irina's eyes widened. "Let's step on them too from now on~"

"Uh, this, this is no problem." Helen shrugged.

"That's good. Let me introduce my friend to you first." Irina smiled happily, then closed her eyes and chanted a spell.

Helen blinked and didn't interrupt.

Summoner is a very standard traditional profession. Every time you level up, you can contract a supernatural creature.

Now Irina is a level 3 extraordinary being, so she has contracted with three extraordinary creatures, in addition to the civet cat that has appeared, there are two more.

Helen secretly speculated about Irina's contracted creature.

The contracted creature is the Snow Bird, of course. After all, Irina later became the Queen of Kiev, and one of her creatures was the Snow Phoenix, which evolved slowly from the Snow Bird.

The little snowman deserves the name. In the previous game, the frost giant that evolved from the little snowman was famous in Eastern Europe!

The Skywalker Fish is not a bad thing. In the previous game, Irina relied on the Skywalker Fish to escape from Constantinople.

Oh shit, tentacles!

Helen froze in place when she saw Irina summon a wriggling tentacle.

"This is Xiaoyu, but she usually hides in the sea and can't come to this world. So she gave me a tentacle that I control. Although it has no consciousness, it is also a part of me."

Irina innocently held the tentacle out to Helen.

Helen looked at the wriggling tentacles in front of her and was so scared that she didn't dare to move.

He didn't come back to his senses until the slimy tentacle patted his cheek.

"Oh, Your Highness, your contracted partner is so cute~" Helen shrank back in fright.

Irina smiled and narrowed her eyes, "Don't worry, this is a part of my body."

Helen swallowed, finally figuring out Irina's other contracted creature.

Cuttlefish, a deep-sea creature, can only reproduce within its own species, but surprisingly has a good relationship with humans. When an individual treats its human friends, it often cuts off a tentacle that it has had on its body since birth and gives it to the other party.

And that tentacle will be connected to the consciousness of the recipient and become a part of the recipient.

"It's quite comfortable." Helen felt the warm yet sticky touch of the tentacles, which made her skin less sensitive.

"These tentacles seem to be able to maintain the skin." Helen recalled the information about the squid girl's tentacles in the game in her previous life.

Irina widened her eyes slightly. "My maids all say that you are knowledgeable and talented, Helen. It's true."

Helen turned her head and looked to the side. "Not really, I just have a better memory."

"Oh, by the way, Helen, do you want one?" Irina squinted her eyes happily, "I can ask Xiaoyu to make one for you."

Helen was a little tempted, but she had no interest in the tentacles, so she said with some annoyance, "I actually value... the skin-care function more."

"Oh, the tentacles of the little fish can secrete liquids that strengthen the skin or reduce the sensitivity of the skin, but they are all for protecting the skin." Irina patted Helen's cheek with her tentacles.

Helen just smiled slightly, feeling that she would be bullied by these tentacles in the future...

"How about I let my tentacles grow and make something for you?" Irina asked.

"Ah? Are you really going to give it to me?"

"Well, you saved me, so I'm giving you something. Isn't that too much?"

"Since it's Your Highness's order, I will respectfully obey." Helen bowed slightly to Irina. "I want something that can reduce skin sensitivity."

Irina smiled when she heard that. She was very happy to be able to help Helen, so she turned around and controlled the tentacles to split themselves.

The originally half-meter-long tentacle instantly turned into two.

Hmm, which one is the liquid that reduces skin sensitivity?

Irina looked at the two colorless liquids secreted by the tentacles and was at a loss for a moment.

But when she thought of Helen waiting behind her, she chose both, and the tentacles began to change automatically in coordination with the splitting.

Then Irina took out two pairs of stockings from the closet, one pair of white over-the-knee socks and one pair of black lace over-the-knee socks.

As the tentacles filled in and merged into one, two pairs of tentacle stockings were handed to Helen.

"Why stockings?" Helen asked somewhat unwillingly.

"Because I can only split so many tentacles every day, making clothes would take at least three days," Irina replied timidly. "And I think socks are the most convenient to wear. Helen, if you don't like it..."

"It's alright, Your Highness. I like it very much."

Helen noticed Irina's disappointment, immediately tilted her head and smiled, then reached out to take the stockings.

Seeing Helen take it, Irina happily hugged Helen and said, "Remember to drip your own blood on it, so that the tentacles in the two pairs of stockings will obey your command~"

"Listen to my orders?" Helen was surprised. "Is that equivalent to transferring authority to me?"

"Hmm, it's like a branch office under the company." Irina put her face against Helen's cheek and rubbed it hard. "From now on, I will just listen to you~"

The thought of my overly sensitive skin problem has been solved.

"Your Highness, which stockings can reduce skin sensitivity?" Helen wanted to break free from Irina's embrace, but found that she was no match for her in terms of strength.

"Um... well, black, black, right?" Irina blushed slightly. "Yes, it must be black."

Is it black?

Helen looked at the black lace over-the-knee socks on the bed and felt full of resistance.

Although he had worn women's clothing all along, he was forced to do so. He was a little...

Well, I'll do my best to solve the skin problems caused by unicorns!

It's just a matter of moral integrity. Just pick it up when the time comes. A real man can bend and stretch!

After testing the owner with a blood test, Helen successfully harvested two pairs of tentacle stockings. Based on her perception, she knew that these tentacles only needed to be fed with water every day and were very easy to keep alive.

Later, Helen played various games with Irina, such as flying chess.

Towards evening, Irina yawned, and Helen realized it was time to leave, so she excused herself.

"Can you continue to play with me tomorrow?"

"Of course not, Your Highness."

"Helen, you're the best~" Irina squinted her eyes comfortably, "Be my staff~"

"Eh? Staff?" Helen successfully broke free from Irina's restraints.

Irina, who was broken free, was not angry, but put her hands on her hips with a proud look on her face.

"Helen, ever since I was attacked that night, I've learned that it's not right to always rely on my sister."

"You want me to be... your subordinate?"

"Well, I want to be as strong as you, so please tutor me." Irina stared at Helen with a firm expression.

Helen thought about it for a moment and felt that it would be a good idea to have Irina as a backer, which would also give her an advantage when facing Eudocia's provocation.

"No problem, I will tutor Your Highness well." Helen got out of bed, lifted her skirt slightly towards Irina, and performed a standard court etiquette.

Irina happily held out her hand to Helen.

Helen slowly stretched out her hand, placed it on Irina's palm, and slowly stood up.

Looking at the petite and lovely Helen, Irina gradually became more determined.

My dear sister, I will no longer be a coward, because I have my first aide by my side.

I will make Rome great again!

It will also allow brothers and sisters and the people to live happily together!

……

After Joan of Arc fed the unicorn Iris with apples, she rubbed her brows tiredly.

"I'm sorry, but the apples are really not fresh these days. This is a commercial city, and we can't find apples like the ones from the High Elves."

"Herodi~" The unicorn made a noise, then squinted its eyes and ate the apple in the manger.

"I'm glad you can adapt." Jeanne walked forward and stroked the unicorn's fur. "I will catch your little master back."

As if understanding Jeanne's hint, the unicorn rubbed against her affectionately.

"Good girl, I'm going out for a while. Don't let other people in the embassy know~" Joan of Arc patted the unicorn Iris.

The unicorn then reluctantly lowered its head and continued to eat the apple.

Joan of Arc smiled, turned and left the stable, put on her hood, and left the embassy in the night.

Constantinople is different from the London of the High Elves. Its thousands of lights are warmer.

Horse-drawn carriages rumbled along the cobblestone streets, their wheels making a dull, rhythmic sound as they pressed against the slabs. The streetlights, like slender golden torches, swayed gracefully in the wind, their light and shadow dancing lightly to the rhythm of the wind.

Crowds of people are bustling in the city, and the lights of cruise ships on the sea in the distance are like stars floating on the water. The conversations of gentlemen and ladies on the boats and the performance of the band are interwoven into a magnificent symphony.

On the foggy streets, gentlemen in black suits and holding walking sticks, while ladies in fur shawls and jewel-encrusted canes, are either rushing to a banquet or leisurely sipping a cup of coffee in an open-air cafe on the corner.

“It’s on par with Paris, maybe even better.”

Joan of Arc was amazed at the vitality of the city, and compared to the Franks, she felt that no city could compare to Constantinople.

She envied Rome for having such a world-class city integrating commerce, military and politics, and was also glad that Rome was the only city like it.

"Let's go outside and take a look." Joan of Arc restrained her admiring gaze. She still had a mission, which was to investigate how much time Constantinople, the "Shield of Civilization", could buy for the empire.

An hour later, she climbed over the tall city wall and stood in the darkness nearby to eavesdrop on the conversation between the guards.

"Have you heard? Those barbarians are building fortifications twenty kilometers to the west, digging trenches and bunkers."

"Huh? Really? The authorities aren't doing anything about it?"

"They've pulled some police officers out of the city, but I heard they can't stop them."

"Why can't you stop it?"

"They didn't damage any public property, and there were so many people that the police couldn't find an excuse to enforce the law, so they could only intercept some of them."

"Humph, I said the outsiders are just a bunch of bumpkins."

"I think they're crazy. They keep saying things like the empire is going to fail."

……

Joan of Arc didn't listen anymore, but quickened her pace to leave the city. She wanted to see what those barbarians were going to do.

And Helen seems to be optimistic about this group of people?

She doesn't understand.

With the powerful strength brought by the Battle Saint, she arrived at the western wilderness late at night and saw a shocking scene, which was in sharp contrast to everything she saw in the city.

The sky in the middle of the night was like a thick lead curtain, the rain was drizzling, and on the muddy ground, rows of footprints of varying depths crisscrossed trenches of varying sizes. However, those barbarians were digging excitedly, shouting strange things like "The atmosphere of World War I is full" or "Battlefield 2050 version".

Several people who looked like leaders were arguing about something, shouting something like "I hope the beacon will belong to me".

In the distance, some people who called themselves a guild were fighting for the ownership of the trenches. The Roman police watching around could only watch and prevent them from starting construction on the main road. The rest of them had little power to control this group of lawless outsiders.

"What exactly are they trying to do? Or what are they preventing?"

Joan of Arc smelled the smoke of war.

Chapter 90: Roman Elegy, Goblin Rise [Two-in-One]

Early morning, Manzikot.

The battlefield had fallen into a dead silence. The bodies of Roman soldiers and goblins lay scattered on the ground, blood flowing like a river, emitting a pungent odor. The sky in the distance was obscured by thick smoke, dim and without light, as if it were the end of the world.

A large group of green-skinned goblins, about 1.8 meters tall and wearing armor and holding firearms, surrounded dozens of Roman old guards who were forming a square formation.

Looking from the sky, this place looks like a double circle, and in the center of this circle, Constantine XI closed the eyes of his son Alexios with a sad face.

His son died in battle.

clatter! clatter!