The abstinence atmosphere was so strong that Xia Yibing became more and more satisfied the more she looked at it, and she could hardly suppress the excitement in her heart.
This is not even a properly tailored nun uniform.
This is the effect of just a simple simulation. If I really put it on her and do something excessive to her——
Her thoughts were interrupted and Xia Yibing felt a sharp pain in her wrist.
It was Hitzfeld who was twisting her flesh. The nun with gray eyelashes stared at her expressionlessly and whispered, "Let me guess. You were thinking about something disrespectful to the goddess just now..."
Oh, and I’m still a believer.
Xia Yibing realized it later and felt ashamed.
My ideological awareness is not as high as Aisuen's... My mind is too dirty...
“But I’m happy.”
Before she could reflect for a few seconds, the black-robed nun sat back in her seat, propped her chin with one hand, looked at the scenery outside the window, and said something difficult to understand.
"I am always worried...I am worried that those who are most important to me will be blinded by faith, so even if it is considered as treason, I hope you will not regard faith as the source of your beliefs."
Did she mean that she was worried about another Sanfeli situation?
The source of faith has been tampered with... The more steadfast a person's faith is, the easier it is for him to fall. This is indeed dangerous...
Xia Yibing was still lost in thought when she suddenly felt something moving around underneath.
When she looked down, she saw that someone had taken off their shoes at some point and was using the angle to cover up the fact that they were rubbing their black silk stockings against her legs.
Look at Hashem, who knows nothing.
Look ahead again.
The nun with gray eyelashes blushed again.
……
Xia Yibing had just kicked Hasim out of the room and was about to teach Hitzfeld, the unruly nun, a lesson when Madeline came back dragging a bunch of packages.
“It’s clothes!”
A pile of fabric was thrown onto the bed.
"Alchemical container!"
And a bunch of bottles and cans.
"Crunchy music!"
Finally, there is a bag of hero bones.
"Crispy?" Hitzfeld picked up a new pair of tights and looked at them in confusion.
"Didn't Isendor tell you? I thought you knew that the Earl of Candy has launched a new kind of candy that looks like a skeleton and is very crispy... It's commonly known as Crunchy Joy."
"You always manage to turn serious things into something completely different, Madeline." Xia Yibing picked up the package with disdain, "I'm willing to witness you and Maps getting married when we get back."
"Forget it. I heard he already has a daughter."
Madeline despised.
"But he's tough."
"...My dear Chief?"
Ignoring their quarrel, Hitzfeld quickly took off her cloth robe, leaving only her underwear and black stockings on her legs, and then put on her newly bought nun's robe.
It's a bit tight... Well, I had it tailored according to Hashem's style. It seems that I don't have much taste in this area.
There is no big difference in other aspects, and there is no problem wearing it.
The whole gown consisted of a long skirt, a corset, a shawl, and a veil. Madeline happened to have the alchemical belt seized from Hashem, so she hung it around her waist and walked around to ask for opinions: "How does it feel?"
"Very much." This is Madeline.
"I can't tell the difference just by looking at the back." This is Xia Yibing.
Then she added: "Except me, of course."
"You still have some resentment, right?" Hitzfeld heard the resentment in her words and shook his head helplessly, "It's just that this opportunity is too good..."
She had kept Hasim because she had been thinking about this for a long time. She had not done it before because she had too many concerns, and there was also the unstable factor of Sister Marian.
Forget about others, but Sister Marian knows Hashem, and it will be very troublesome if she points out the problem.
But it happened that Luca brought information yesterday: Sister Marian was also missing!
She felt that she would suffer retribution if she did not seize this opportunity, and never before had she been so impatient to go behind enemy lines.
But Xia can't help but worry about me more.
Hitzfeld also knew that although her request was reasonable and the best option under all conditions, someone would eventually get hurt because of the... um... abnormal relationship between the two of them.
This is also the reason why she was so proactive, contrary to her usual behavior, from the moment she returned to the corridor.
She was aware of this, even to the point of wearing such embarrassing clothes to let Xia take advantage of her... If time allowed, she would not mind being treated more excessively.
But who made Madeline come so quickly?
She would have to hurry and prepare the ointment.
When role-playing, she has to worry about the hounds. She doesn't want to hear bad news from here while she is gaining something.
……
At the same time, across time and space, our sight returns to distant Sarah.
It was also a dark night. A figure was crouching over a desk. The feather pen almost became an afterimage, and the characters on the paper merged into one.
"His Majesty."
The door suddenly opened, and Nian Lun walked in with a bowl of porridge, "It's time to eat."
"You scared me to death!"
Alvin patted his chest with a frightened look, quietly put his body in front, hooked his finger, and the unfinished letter slid into the gap of the drawer.
Nian Lun didn't mind - this kind of thing happened frequently recently anyway, and she had no intention of prying into the Queen's secrets, so she naturally didn't say much.
But there was one thing she had to mention.
"You need to take care of your health."
I've been so busy lately. Even a young body won't be able to bear it if this continues.
"I know what to do~" Alvin replied with a smile, picked up the bowl of porridge and took a sip.
The two continued chatting in the night, and everything seemed as quiet as the night.
But after the years passed, Alvin pulled out the letter again.
She read the letter and her eyes fell to the lower right corner.
There was a blood-red circular seal there.
Chapter 129 Control
If the acting plan is to be implemented perfectly, Hasim's cooperation is naturally indispensable.
Until dawn, the three of them were training her, requiring her to at least be as similar to Hitzfeld in her walking posture and some movements and manners - just don't let people recognize her from ten meters away.
But this is still extremely difficult. Hitzfeld herself doesn't feel anything on a daily basis, but when she really needs someone else to play her role and act according to her habits, she realizes that the etiquette teachings Lilith Gray gave her have been completely solidified into an instinct.
Whether she was walking, standing, reading, or eating... her demeanor, movements, and temperament were all integrated and formed her own style. In Madeline's words, there were not many people in Vienport who looked more like a lady from a noble family than her, which really made people feel complicated.
Is it a commemoration of the past?
not necessarily.
But he definitely missed his wife. Those strict teachings were still vivid in his mind. Although his wife never confessed her thoughts, Hitzfeld knew in his heart that she must have been teaching him the same way as Anna.
This is also the reason why she is willing to stick to these things. You know, she used to be... It was too difficult for her to maintain her ladylike manners without any awkwardness. At first, she just dealt with it seriously in the mentality of being dependent on others. Later, she recalled the feeling of silence.
Love, can't bear to fade away the traces she left.
This is one of the few traces left.
All I have paid is some shame. If I refuse even this, I am probably too cruel...
When he came back to his senses, he was already in front of the carriage. Hitzfeld was wearing a black nun's dress with a waistband and a black veil covering half of her face. She had a few small bottles and a cloth bag hanging from her waist, and her high-top leather boots had been replaced with leggings and sandals like nuns wear.
It was already dawn, and the dark fog was turning into a rainy day. She looked up at the treetops above, waved, and stepped onto the wooden ladder into the carriage.
"she left."
In the upstairs room, Madeleine folded her arms and stared at her young boss.
Young... Haha, indeed, compared to the importance of this position, a woman under 30 years old is too young.
In this industry, being young is not a compliment. It is usually associated with "making mistakes" and "immaturity". Madeline feels that the other party has this tendency now - she is obviously too immersed in the role.
I wanted to give her a few more reminders in a frivolous tone, but the next moment Madeline's expression suddenly changed.
A hand was pressed directly on her shoulder, and the person in front of the window turned behind her without her noticing!
"If you insist on finding fault with me, why don't you think about which decision I and she made was wrong from the time we saved you until now."
"..." Madeline felt a chill on her back. She didn't even dare to look back, and she was not sure whether there was a long knife standing there close to her.
"Now that I've applied the balm, I'm going to start fiddling with those crunchies."
The feeling of oppression eased.
"If you have nothing to do, you and Hashem will guard the door for me."
……
Sitting alone in the carriage, Hitzfeld crossed his legs and stared at the black silk toes sticking out from the front of his sandals, lost in thought.
She really did not fool Xia. With her status as the Lord of Mystery, she was about the 10th level in the mysterious system. As long as she was determined to contact the mysterious network, the experiment that she had not been able to complete in Sarah should be able to come true this time.
It doesn't matter how many opponents there are. As long as this identity is promoted to "Mysterious 10", she is confident that she can turn the church branch in Neptune City into a one-man show.
All she needed to plan was how to get in. In order to prevent the church from having any testing methods, she also drew two bottles of Hashem's blood and hid them in a cloth bag for use at any time.
Marianne's disappearance really helped...
She went over the steps of her plan in her mind.
According to what Billie said before, Hasim has never left Inian Port after her "betrayal", which means that there is basically no one in Neptune City who knows her. At most, there is a written file about her that records some of her characteristics.
Then this level of disguise is enough. Now I am more concerned about the assassination in Port Inian, whether Agor was killed by the Mechanical Kingdom, and whether they have found the Tomb of the Nine Knights.
So there was no need to ask where her first stop would be.
When she got off the bus in the slums, her iconic nun outfit immediately attracted the attention of many residents. A few of them glanced at her face and figure, and their eyes fell on her left eye mask, revealing a hint of fear.
Hitzfeld also noticed the guys who were vaguely on guard against her, and found that most of them were wearing black robes. They might be blood mages from the intersection area, or blood mage apprentices.
Neptune City is the front line, and the high-tech that created the floating city of flesh and blood is in the hands of the blood mages. It is natural that the number of blood mages there far exceeds that of Inian Port, and she is not surprised at all.
On the contrary, it was the others... no matter if they were the lower-class untouchables or the blood-slayers dressed as warriors and rangers, the looks they gave them were full of fanaticism.
"Great Savior Mother..."
"Sister of the Mother of Salvation..."
"I saw the incarnation of the blood of salvation in the human world. My bad luck is finally coming to an end..."
People both admired and feared her, so there was no large crowd. They just watched her take out a small alchemical bottle from her waist and sprinkle the powder inside into a sewage alley.
When the powder fell to the ground, a magical scene happened: all the sewage quickly condensed into cement slabs, the surface of which was hard and reflective, and there was no need to worry about getting your shoes dirty when stepping on it.
“……”Hitzfeld had no choice.
She really couldn't understand why nuns liked to wear such sandals. Although they were comfortable, the level of urban construction in the Kingdom of Corrupted Blood was so backward. Aren't they afraid of getting their feet stained with human filth?
If this is also part of the practice, then she is sorry that she cannot accept it for the time being.
Entering the alley, Hitzfeld did not go to the place where he met Bunoliel last time. Instead, he found a small shop selling snacks and sat down. He ordered a glass of water and waited there.
Not long after, a "long-eared beast" version of the carriage whizzed to a stop in front of the door. The thin and lean Bunoliel quickly jumped out of the car and walked inside, looking at her with resentment.
"You are really too reckless!"
he whispered.
