The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

"Have hope!" Dmitri closed his eyes and prayed.

……

Father Anderson was being transferred to the cathedral, which surprised Helen, who thought her actions had been exposed.

It wasn't until Father Anderson called him and Brother Modes to the lounge that he finally let go of his worries.

"Brother Modes, you have worked hard all your life and served the Lord's people. I promote you to the rank of priest (also known as father), and you will temporarily serve as the rector of the 33rd Street Church." Anderson sat on a chair and read the parchment in his hand before rolling it up and handing it to Modes who was kneeling in front of him.

Modes' eyes widened. How could he get a promotion and a raise just by slacking off? What was going on?

"You can go out now. Prepare to be promoted to level 2 in the next two years." After Anderson finished speaking, he turned to look at Helen who was kneeling on the mat.

Modes stood up with doubt in his heart, and respectfully backed out of the door, closing it behind him.

"Nurse Helen, who has dedicated herself to stabilizing the people for our Lord, is hereby promoted to a formal nun and is allowed to live in a monastery." Anderson recited silently, and then handed the rolled parchment to Helen.

Helen raised her head, looked at Anderson and said, "Are you leaving? Father Anderson."

"I'm going to a department in Hagia Sophia and will come back to see you sometimes." Father Anderson nodded slightly.

Helen still didn't take the parchment, but continued to ask, "Is this an appointment from the cathedral?"

"Yes, but it was sent to me by the Inquisition." Anderson narrowed his eyes. "Tell me about what happened last night."

Helen lowered her head and remained silent.

"Hey, remember to find a way to restock the ammunition box. If you use small sandbags to fill it underneath, it will be exposed even if the camouflage is good," Anderson instructed.

Helen was startled and looked up at Anderson.

"Don't look at me like that. It took me a whole night to figure it out." Anderson stood up, walked to Helen, and half-knelt. "You're very smart. You returned to the church and put away your weapons while I was still drunk, then hid outside the door and waited for me to wake up. But everything that happened last night was fake, you know?"

"I understand." Helen saluted Anderson respectfully.

"From now on, Modes will nominally be in charge of the church, but I understand his capabilities. You have to take good care of Thirty-third Street." Anderson stood up and walked towards the side door.

"Father Anderson, will you come back in the future?" Helen stood up and faced Anderson.

Anderson paused, then sighed and continued walking, leaving the lounge.

Helen looked at the other person's back, feeling confused.

He couldn't tell whether the person in front of him was good or bad, but he was indeed good to him, but they were all bound by interests.

But beneath the benefits, he still felt a little warmth.

Maybe this is the contact between people.

"Father Anderson, you haven't got your wine yet." Helen suddenly thought of something and shouted.

Boom!

Anderson ran back with an embarrassed look on his face, picked up the box from under the table, and then pretended to cough: "Sister Helen, if you encounter any problems, discuss them with Modes. If you really can't solve them, let him take the blame."

Helen smiled and said, "Okay, Father Anderson."

Anderson looked at Helen and asked, "You are... an ordinary person, right?"

"Father Anderson, do you want to know the truth?" Helen walked up to Anderson.

Anderson closed his eyes slightly. "Eating the devil's eye can block its aura, but it's poisonous. If not handled promptly, it can harm you. Drink some salt water and eat some garlic at night. Silver is best used for tableware."

"Thank you, Father Anderson." Helen clasped her hands together.

"I still have a nun's seed in my meditation room." Anderson turned and left.

Facing Anderson's receding figure, Helen knelt down and performed the standard nun's prayer.

"I'm not dead yet!"

"I know."

"Then what kind of prayer are you doing?"

"Bon voyage, Uncle Anderson..." Helen opened her eyes, revealing her charming green eyes.

Anderson's pace slowed.

Chapter 11: The Cohabitation of a Nun and a Witch

It was already afternoon when Helen returned to the church.

Anderson's figure had long disappeared, leaving only Father Modes with a confused look on his face.

"Well... there's a farm girl named Natalie outside who wants to see you alone." Father Modes walked up to Helen and looked around. "That old scoundrel Anderson... oh no, Anderson left, didn't he?"

Helen nodded silently. "Tell her to come to me in the confessional."

Modes could only say "OK" blankly and turned to run to the door.

Helen went to the confessional in the church, but he opened the small window of the confessional.

Soon, a pretty girl with white hair appeared in the small window. When she saw that the small window was open, she was slightly surprised.

"I'm not the kind of person who likes to create a mysterious atmosphere. This will make you feel at ease, right?" Helen smiled indifferently.

"It seems that Sister Helen is very smart~" Natalie tilted her head and smiled.

Ever since Natalie was exposed by Helen, she stopped pretending. Her despicable nature, which was on par with Helen's, was fully exposed, although she was not as good as Helen...

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Helen seemed to be not worried and continued to ask.

"My terms."

"What conditions?"

"Are you going to default on your debt?" Natalie frowned slightly, her tone sounding somewhat resentful.

Helen clasped her hands together and said, "I just asked for the conditions, I didn't say no."

"You're good at talking." Natalie bit her pink lips with her silver teeth. "I sold my farm to the church at a low price."

Helen was startled, put down her hands and asked, "Where do you live?"

"Live at your place." Natalie's lips curled up slightly.

"Here?"

"Yes, that's my condition, because I have no place to live."

"But where I live... is very poor!" Helen said in surprise.

"Didn't you become a formal nun? You can live in a monastery~" Natalie narrowed her eyes.

Helen regained her composure and replied, "The monastery can only house church clergy. You..."

"Father Anderson gave his final order before he left, approving my application and allowing me to become a novice nun." Natalie clasped her hands together. "May Sister Helen take me to the convent, otherwise I will have to live in your little room~"

Helen was silent for a moment, then asked cautiously, "How about you living in my cabin?"

Natalie: …

"I'm telling you, my condition is to live with you." Natalie covered her face with one hand.

Helen's expression changed slightly as she turned her head to look aside. "Let me explain in advance that no one lives in the monastery right now. It's just a two-story dormitory."

"I know. At least it's safe and clean." Natalie said, "Do you want me to live in your bed?"

Helen blushed slightly. "That's not a problem. As agreed beforehand, I'll... tell you tonight."

Humph, wait till tonight and I’ll tell you that I’m a man, so I won’t scare you to death!

He added a few words silently in his heart.

Natalie on the other side thought she had the upper hand and crossed her arms and said, "Okay, can you tell me in bed tonight?"

"Tsk, I'll tell you tonight." Helen reached out to close the small window.

Snapped!

Natalie reached out and grabbed Helen's fair, soft wrist, "Wait a minute!"

"What's wrong?" This time it was Helen's turn to frown.

"What happened last night..."

"It's safe now. Let's meet at the weapons store after I get off work. Go buy some garlic and salt water now." Helen gave a few instructions and broke free from Natalie's restraints.

Natalie snorted softly but obediently left the confessional.

……

In the evening, after Helen finished her prayer, she said goodbye to Father Modes.

"This is the clothes of novice nun Natalie, and the weapon repair money that Father Anderson approved for you before he left." Father Modes covered the nun's clothes on the banknotes.

Helen raised the corners of her mouth slightly and reached out to take the nun's uniform.

Natalie will not report to the church until tomorrow, but as a senior, it is natural for me to share her worries and take care of her.

"Reverend Father Modes, I would like to bring Natalie to live in the monastery. Although only official nuns can live here, the monastery has not had any monks or nuns living here for many years, and Sister Natalie has no place to stay. I am making this application."

Helen held the nun's uniform and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Approved... Alas, no wonder the neighbors like you, Sister Helen, you should be careful of other nobles recently." Father Modes turned and prayed to the statue.

Nobles? What nobility?

Helen was full of doubts, but Father Modes was praying in front of the statue and looked like he didn't want to talk.

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore." Helen stood up and said, then turned and left the church.

When we arrived outside the church, Natalie, dressed in white, had been waiting for a long time.

"Excuse me, which weapon shop are we going to? I only have 12 silver coins on me, and that's all I have." Natalie noticed that many people were looking at them, especially Helen.

It turns out Helen is quite popular!

"No need. When Father Modes gave me your clothes, he put a pile of money underneath." Helen handed a set of nun's clothes to Natalie.

Natalie weighed the nun's uniform and found it was quite heavy. She lifted a corner and saw a pile of banknotes.

This is the banknote of the Eastern Roman Empire. Carrying gold, silver and copper is not only troublesome but also prone to accidents, so the empire also introduced banknotes.

However, this relies on the empire's credit, and as a player, Helen wants to spend it as soon as possible.

Because in three or four months, the empire will fall, and by then the empire's currency will be just paper for wiping one's ass.

Precious metals like gold and silver coins are the hard truth.

"A total of 100 silver coins, worth 1 Solid gold coin. In addition to subsidizing the money for bullets consumed last night, we can buy some things for ourselves." Helen turned and walked towards the bus stop.

Anderson was quite caring towards him, giving him the equivalent of 100,000 RMB. Excluding the money for bullets, the rest was enough for him to buy some good things.

Natalie followed, "With that much money, we can live out here, Sister Helen."

Helen frowned. "First, please don't call me sister. Second, instead of improving your living environment, why not strengthen yourself? If you are strong, will you still worry about not being able to find a good living environment?"

"But as far as I know, it's okay to use this money to buy weapons, but it's hard to say about extraordinary props." After all, Natalie was educated and had spent some time in the upper city. She knew that things there were ridiculously expensive.

The cheapest extraordinary items are more than 20 silver coins, and sometimes they are not for sale.

In the eyes of the common people of the empire, these magic tools are priceless.

"We don't need to buy any guns. Don't you know our marksmanship?" Helen turned her head and complained, "What I want to buy are extraordinary props, and I have the channels to do it."

Chapter 12: Soul Charm

After Helen was officially promoted to a nun, she could enter the upper city without having to pay the entrance fee.

So when Helen handed over her nun certificate, she was saluted by the city guards.

"Is it Sister Helen from 33rd Street?" one of the guards asked with a smile.

Helen nodded in surprise.