When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 523 Nagmi’s Doubts (Part )

"Boom boom boom!"

"Enrico, come out here. If you have the guts to steal the sweet potato flowers, then open the door. Don't hide in there and keep silent. I know you are at home!"

Standing outside the gate of a villa, guarded by seven or eight knights, Sechinger pounded on the gate frantically with his huge fists.

Soon, footsteps were heard, and with the sound of the door latch being lifted, a girl in black and white nun's uniform timidly opened the door.

After identifying it for a while and confirming that it was Enrico's daughter and not his new mistress, Sechinger asked in a rough voice: "Kuswania, where is your father?"

The little nun seemed a little confused by Sechinger's nonsensical question. She turned sideways and pointed to the garden behind the courtyard.

"Excuse me." Sechinger turned sideways and squeezed in through the crack in the door. He rolled up his sleeves, took a step forward, and ran towards the back garden behind the yard.

"Enrico—"

"Kuswania! Wow, you've grown so much taller!" Before Kuswania could understand what Uncle Sechinger was doing, Nagmi rushed in and hugged her.

The two of them are cousins. When they were young, they saw each other almost every winter, so they are naturally good friends.

"Sister Nagmi." Kuswaniya was a little breathless due to being strangled by the strong sister Nagmi, "It's been a long time... I haven't seen you..."

Nagmi saw Kuswania's face turn purple, so she let go of her hand: "Why are you the one who opened the door? Where is the servant?"

"All the male and female servants were dismissed. We only kept three servants, a maid and a cook. Old Tom, the doorman, is old and hard of hearing."

"Where are your useless brothers?"

“Either I’m serving in the army or I’m in school.”

"Look at our little Vanya, she's so strong."

The two sisters talked for a while in front of the door, and Nagmi pulled Kusvaniya to see where she lived.

Kuswania naturally would not refuse. After asking the old servant to lead the horses for the mountain knights, she took Nagmi to the room on the second floor.

When I opened the bedroom door, a scent of flowers filled the air.

There was a round window with four petals on the gable of the second floor. When Nagmi approached, she could see the smoke rising from the entire town from here.

She looked around the room and found it surprisingly clean and comfortable, with sturdy furniture, a large wardrobe, and a bookshelf lined with books.

Kuswania's room is about 50 to 60 square meters, with simple decoration and a framed portrait of the young Pope on the wall.

Next to the portrait, on the side of the mosaic stained glass window, is a square pointed arch window.

A broad chestnut table stood before the arched window, on which iron candlesticks, books, papers, quills, and inkwells were neatly laid out.

The villa was previously the residence of a bishop, a brick and stone structure with simple decoration, and was later assigned to Enrico.

Although his rank in Jeanne d'Arc or the Holy See was only that of a small Karami, his status in Sour Melon Town was not low.

This is not only his residence, but also his office.

The warehouse's guardhouse on the other side of the open-air corridor was converted into his office, with a side door opened, and people came in and out every day.

Although this house is not as big and luxurious as the manor house, it is indeed comfortable and clean.

For some reason, Nagmi felt a little stuffy in her chest, so she reached out and opened the arched window, wanting to get some fresh air.

"Enrico, you plagiarist, I trusted you so much!"

"Did you cultivate the vetch flower? This is what my mother told me. What does it have to do with you?"

"I..."

Nagmi slammed the window shut, shutting out her father's vulgar words.

"Tell me quickly, how did you become a nun?" Holding Kuswaniya's hand, Nagmi touched her head lovingly.

Generally speaking, daughters are sent to a monastery to become nuns only if they cannot get married or if there are too many daughters and the dowry cannot be paid.

Enrico had several sons and illegitimate children, but only one daughter, so he could definitely afford the dowry.

Sending your daughter to a convent now must be due to some difficulties.

"It was temporary. The uncles and aunts opposed their daughters to go to school, thinking it was beneath their status." Kuswania said shyly, "So His Majesty used the monastery as a school and let us, the daughters of the nobility, go in to study as nuns.

After three years, I will return to secular life and graduate, and then I can get married." "And those old guys agreed?" This answer was a little different from what Nagmi had expected, and she felt strange.

She was very familiar with how those old stubborn people criticized her for showing up in public.

Kuswania shook her head. "At first, the uncles and aunts didn't want their daughter to go out, but then a rumor spread that His Majesty was going to choose a wife from among these nuns, and then they agreed."

"Tsk." Nagmi snorted contemptuously, "What are you learning, housework? Managing servants? Accounting? Etiquette?"

These things are usually taught by the mistress's personal nanny, or by the mistress herself.

If the mistress dies early or there is no such nanny, she has to go outside to hire a knowledgeable nanny, and the cost of such a nanny is quite high.

The head nanny of a noble family in Huaqiu City, the Kingdom of France, earns even more a year than a knight.

"We learned mathematics, poetry, philosophy, law, and natural theology, as well as riding, the harp, and chivalric breathing."

Nagmi was confused: "Say it again?"

So Kuswania counted on her fingers and repeated it again, but before she finished, Nagmi interrupted her: "Isn't this something the priests should learn?"

"His Majesty values ​​knowledge." Speaking of the young pope of the Holy See, the little nun's eyes sparkled. "He hopes that both men and women will become monks with noble character."

Sitting down on the soft bed, Nagmi didn't know what to say for a moment.

Due to the sparse population in North County, women have always been treated like men and men like animals, and there is no taboo about showing up in public.

Enrico often told Kuswania that Sechinger was "your barbarian uncle".

But the nobles of Northshire were not uneducated or uneducated.

Starting from the previous generation of Duke Hemashi, Lengquan Castle would specifically hire scholars and send them to be stationed in various mountainous counties.

These scholars would teach the children of mountain riders at a low price, teaching them literacy and arithmetic, and those who were capable would be recommended to Cold Spring Castle.

At this point, many Norse knights were very grateful.

Under the pressure of Murat's monthly salary of 2 gold pounds, although this gratitude seemed to have deteriorated a bit, at least it did not go bankrupt.

Nagmi had been to such schools before, but she only learned reading, writing and arithmetic, and was then sent to learn needlework and manage servants.

She had never even touched upon such profound subjects as philosophy, poetry, and law.

When she saw her brothers standing together discussing poetry and philosophy, she could not understand a word they said and finally had to fight back with swordsmanship.

For a moment, she was actually a little envious.

Nagmi walked to the little nun's desk and picked up the small treatise on natural theology on it, as if she was reading a divine book.

She is only two years younger than me!
Putting down the essay, Nagmi looked at Kuswania and suddenly felt that there was a thick barrier between them.

"How many years will you attend this school?"

"I have learned reading, writing and arithmetic before, so I have to study for three years. If I had not learned it before, I would have to study for six years." The little nun hid the unfinished essay embarrassedly. "I would rather not have learned reading, writing and arithmetic. The lower grades are much more fun than the higher grades."

"Really? Is the convent school so good?"

"Why don't you stay with me?" As if sensing Nagmi's mood change, Kuswaniya hugged Nagmi's arm and said coquettishly, "I'll take you to meet some new friends. They will definitely like you."

Nagmi looked at Kuswania's delicate face and suddenly didn't know how to respond.

She originally thought that Uncle Enrico would have a hard time since he was captured and deprived of his noble status.

This time she came to Sour Melon Town with the intention of bringing Kuswania back to her hometown.

Although it is not as good as being a noble lady in Pingyuan County, it is worse than the miserable life of common people.

But now it seems that she is not only living a good life, but is even happier than before.

Perhaps bringing the little nun back to the bitter and cold mountains would make her suffer.

"talk later."

Nagmi's smile was both bitter and confused.

(End of this chapter)