For a moment, the nun thought she saw the messenger of God. After coming to her senses, she remembered that this body was actually replaced with the brain dug out, and she couldn't help but feel a strong jealousy towards Hitzfeld.
Such a beautiful body is simply a masterpiece of God!
This idiot has no merits at all, so why is he qualified to get such a body? Why is the person living in this body... not me!
It became.
Just by looking at the nun's distorted expression, Hitzfeld knew that his identity had been accepted.
The efficiency of information transmission was indeed very low. I took the risk of changing Hasim's habit and turned the cloth strip into an eye patch. She didn't even find it strange.
As for jealousy… well, it seems she really thinks of me as Hashem.
The jealousy between nuns is different from that between ordinary people. For other people, it is just jealousy at best, but for nuns... because the process of their birth is full of sin and distortion, they think more boldly.
Hitzfeld would bet anything that this guy was already planning on catching her in the act and applying to switch bodies with her.
It’s a pity that she is not the real Savior Sister, she is the original inside and out.
"I'm Hasim Shude." After thinking for a moment, Hitzfeld introduced himself first, "What's the name of this lady?"
"Sam!" The nun opposite reacted, staring at her surroundings and squinting at her, as if she was looking at a piece of delicious meat. "No matter when you came to the Sea King City, you crossed the line by not reporting to the church immediately. Sister Tamo heard about your appearance here and specifically asked me to take you back for punishment."
"Did Sister Tamo explicitly say the word 'punishment'?"
"That's not true, but..."
"So this is just your unilateral guess?"
"Why are you talking so much!" Sister Sam's eyes turned red with anger. She originally wanted to put pressure on the man verbally and then handcuff him and take him away, but "Hasim" refused to listen and turned the situation around with just one sentence.
There are so many people watching now, and the guards she brought are watching the show from behind. If she admits that Sister Tamer did not say those words, then she cannot be handcuffed directly. Otherwise, if the news gets back, Sam himself will not be able to handle it. That lady is extremely moody.
"Good morning, Sister Sam."
Bunoriel came around from the other side of the carriage and said, "I don't know what the conflict is between this... Sister Hasim and you, but I think this is the Sea King City, and every Savior Sister is a valuable resource."
Damn old guy...
Sam's face showed no expression, but he quickly understood what he meant.
This is Neptune City, a war zone, and the front line. Only here can the final disposal plan for the Sisters of Salvation not be decided by the Bishop Sister alone, but must be reported to the master of the Governor's Mansion, that is, the Governor of Neptune City, Bislo.
This was a roundabout way of saying that they no longer had the right to deal with the matter. Sam was angry but did not dare to show it.
She recognized Bunoriel. Although the Posu family had declined, at least there was still the Blood Bone Tree King, and at least there was still the Posu Mansion.
Their decision to convert their ancestral land into a mansion was a smart one. On the one hand, it showed that they had no intention of political struggle and escaped the purge. On the other hand, they settled down and used the channels of the mansion to establish good relationships with many forces.
Today, the Posa Mansion is extremely miserable in their own words, but it is not something that a low-level nun like Sam can shake.
What made her even more frustrated was that she didn't dare say anything to Bunoliel. That would have been fine, but she began to be wary of this country bumpkin colleague because of his appearance - because he was willing to stand up for "Hasim".
She wouldn't have hooked up with the mansion's connections, would she?
The Posha family would not easily form an alliance with anyone, and she was a nun. What was the hidden story behind this...
Keeping everything to herself, Sister Sam said a few polite words and "invited" Hitzfeld to go back with her.
Of course Hitzfeld would not refuse, as this was her original purpose.
Getting in the carriage brought by the other party, the two sat face to face with different expressions.
Sister Sam kept looking over here with a cold and indifferent look, especially when her eyes fell on Hitzfeld's face and chest, she always had a little shortness of breath.
Hitzfeld almost ignored her, kept the curtains half-lifted, and looked at the scenery with interest.
Anyway, "Hasim" has never been to Neptune City.
It's no exaggeration to say that someone who has never been to a place before would show such curiosity when he arrives there.
"Have you figured out how to explain it to Sister Tamer?" Sister Sam suddenly spoke.
"You may think that I am targeting you... I can't bear to see you do well, but you are too young and don't understand that when facing such a big shot, you have to lower your posture enough before you can get the benefits."
Hitzfeld looked at her and said nothing.
How rude!
Sam was even more angry, but he still pretended to be calm: "Sister Tamo didn't say she would punish you, but according to convention, no nun who did something wrong can be safe and sound. If you fall into my hands and get punished first, at least it won't be too bad. But if Sister Tamo knows that I brought you back without any punishment, not only will I be punished, but you will also suffer several times more severe punishment."
"So." Hitzfeld was too lazy to waste time talking to such a small character, "You might as well make your words more clear."
No matter how delicate she looks now, no matter how docile she is in front of the woman she loves, it cannot change the fact that she has inherited the thoughts of her previous life.
Some things can be changed by hormones but some cannot, such as the way of thinking, the perspective of looking at problems, and those things that Xia Yibing praised as "pattern".
Because of her circle, the women she has met are all very outstanding, but she is still not very willing to play with them, and only a very few of them can be recognized as friends.
It’s not that I look down on it, but I really don’t want to get involved in such a boring dispute.
As for Sam, she was really hurt by the girl's attitude.
"I'm doing this for your own good, Hashem..."
She narrowed her narrow eyes, her face full of sarcasm and satisfaction.
"Ring or caning, your choice."
"Ring punishment?"
"Using iron rings to pierce the flesh, usually in the nose and palms... but I think for those who are particularly unrepentant like you, they can try another place."
Hitzfeld frowned slightly, she felt that the other person's gaze was placed in a very disrespectful position.
"Remember these words." After looking at Sam deeply, she stopped looking at the scenery and sat there closing her eyes to rest.
Sam was a little puzzled. He thought it was strange that "Hasim" was so fearless, but no matter how he thought about it, the other party could not threaten him.
I didn't make any mistakes. It was obviously her who made the mistake. So what is there to be afraid of?
Neither of them was in the mood to talk. The carriage drove in silence and went straight to the southeast city area.
When we got here, the flow of people was obviously more dense.
It may not be that the population is larger than the latter, but there are obviously more people willing to wander the streets. And most of them are young and strong laborers, many of them are shirtless and wear leather skirts and straw sandals, only wearing weapons and bags around their waists.
Hitzfeld lifted the curtain and took a look, noting that there were an especially large number of bald heads.
It was normal in the military area. Shaving the head was convenient and hygienic, and she couldn't help wondering if the shaved hair could be sold to blood mages, because she had seen in the booklet recording blood and flesh spells that some puppet spells needed hair as sutures.
The carriage they were riding in must have some markings on it. The soldiers along the road quickly looked over here, and then shouted and cheered without exception.
Without organization, this cheering would be like a riot, but it was enough to show how popular the Sisters of Salvation were here.
It might not matter what civilians think of the church, but even the army is like this... From this perspective, the conflict between the church and the Human King has not yet completely intensified. At least she feels that Xina should not intend to tear her face off.
Ding Ding!
The sound of the bells gradually slowed down, and the carriage slowly stopped in front of a dark red building.
"We're here." Sister Sam raised her head proudly, "Do you need me to ask you to get off the car?"
Ignoring her sarcasm, Hitzfeld jumped out of the car and looked up at the building.
In terms of scale, she had seen many churches that were more magnificent and taller than this one, but in terms of its uniqueness, it was indeed worthy of being listed in a separate category.
The skeleton was built of white bone wood pieces, with dark red biological tissue attached to the foundation. These things together formed a building called "Church". She even saw dozens of giant eyes open on the front wall.
This architectural style is a bit disgusting.
It was almost like a Zerg building. If Hitzfeld hadn't experienced the stench in Inian Harbor beforehand, he would have really wanted to vomit.
"How dare you keep staring at me?" A surprised voice came from the side.
Turning around, Hitzfeld saw Sister Sam - she had become submissive and only dared to glance at the church occasionally.
Is there anything wrong with staring all the time?
Raising his eyebrows and quickly turning his attention elsewhere, Hitzfeld realized that almost no one passing by this street, no matter who they were, dared to actually stare at the church.
They seemed to be too fascinated and afraid of the building. When they passed by, they either turned their heads to the side or looked at the ground and bowed to her, not even daring to look at her.
"There is no Blood Temple in Port Inian, so it is understandable that Hashem does not know it."
Another voice came, and Hitzfeld looked up and saw another nun walking quickly towards him.
If Sam can be considered to have an acceptable appearance but with a somewhat mean look, then this one looks a little too old.
She looked to be at least forty years old, with deep nasolabial folds and a stern face that made it clear at first glance that she was a serious person.
"Come here." She didn't say any more nonsense, "Let the Blood Temple get to know you."
Hitzfeld quite liked her style, and found it familiar, reminding her a little of her ladyship.
She was at ease, and just a short walk to the church gate, she asked two questions.
"Can't the Blood Temple just keep an eye on it?"
"It is the highest level of mysterious crystal... or one of the highest level. If you don't have enough self-cultivation, you will go crazy if you look at it for more than a second."
The old nun answered, looking back.
"You have high self-cultivation, which is great... but don't look at it too much, or you'll attract its attention and be caught and eaten."
So this thing is indeed alive.
"What does it mean to know me?"
"All the Sisters of Salvation have had their blood tasted by the Holy Church. It may not recognize you, but it will definitely remember your taste. What you have to do later is to cut open your skin and squeeze out blood for it to drink. This is a verification procedure."
They do have a secret method to verify their identities.
Hitzfeld thought that fortunately he had drawn Hasim's blood, so he should be able to fool people.
In fact, she knew that this method of deception was strictly speaking useless.
Because the Blood Temple is alive, if someone else sneaks in, even if she has the blood of the person she is impersonating and drinks it, her scent will probably be easily detected when she walks inside the temple later, and she may end up being eaten directly.
But Esuan Hitzfeld is different.
The so-called cultivation should refer to the rank. She didn't know what the rank of this thing was in the mysterious network, but no matter how high it was, it was probably not higher than hers. Things that others worried about were not a problem for her. She could see it however she wanted.
Even as the distance got closer, she caught a sense of hope and excitement from the void, which was conveyed by the behemoth in front of her.
Hope is the hope of seeing a savior.
Excitement is the excitement of wanting to be looked at again.
The ferocious, sacred and mysterious Supreme Temple in the eyes of others was like a pet in front of her... She suspected that if she took off the blindfold and looked at it with her left eye, it would mutate on the spot.
Can the mysterious factor be infused in this way?
Oh...it seems that when I recalled in my dream, Lengdis also said that my gaze would have an impact on practitioners of some mysterious systems.
Thinking of this, Hitzfeld also looked down at the ground like Sister Sam next to him, not daring to look at the church again.
It’s not good to get too excited about it, just get through it first.
There was no one guarding the church door, perhaps because there was no need for it.
Hitzfeld looked down at the ground, and at this point he couldn't help but say, "I thought there would be a lot of people lining up at the door."
This is what Xia Chuanchuan remembered.
Many people lined up at the church entrance. Inside were large tumors. These people went in and were wrapped in tumors to recuperate. After their injuries recovered, they came out with mucus...
She thought it would be like this.
"Is the Blood Temple a place for doing that kind of thing?"
Sam sneered.
“A redneck is a redneck.”
"Silence!"
The old nun shouted her away and looked at Hitzfeld.
"You can call me Sister Monia."
"I heard about your story. Even Marianne...it's understandable that you ran away here."
"But this is not a reason for you to conceal the news and hide for so many days. You must give Tamo a reasonable explanation for this later."
"I will."
Hitzfeld responded, keenly aware of the other party's good intentions.
