Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

Chapter 152, Section 151: The Plan in Progress

When the miracle truly occurred before him, Domi felt that it was a brilliant move to put Jefel in as an undercover agent; his alternate accounts were all incredibly talented.

I thought Jef was the most mediocre of the three, and that I had to go into the sea to rescue her, but she showed her special side - absolute acting skills!

It's so realistic that it can fool even yourself and the gods.

It's estimated that even the God of Glory himself didn't realize he had personally shared his power with a traitor, thinking he was a devout super believer. This move truly baffled everyone.

The homeroom teacher was truly astonished. Compared to Jef, the quality of her prayers was like a firefly compared to the sun and moon, and the blessings bestowed upon the two by God were worlds apart.

Being pushed down from the top of the classroom food chain is definitely not a good feeling, but since the person who pushed you down is your own student, it's okay. The teacher is proud of you!

After the prayer, the children's hymns lingered in the air for a long time.

After everyone composed themselves, they clapped and offered their blessings to Jefur, though it was unclear how many of them were sincere and how many were driven by jealousy.

Thank you everyone~ I've made a fool of myself~

Prestige up up↑

Domi exclaimed that he was an expert, saying that such a show of self-promotion was more effective than any number of heartwarming little gestures.

However, it will certainly attract the envy of many, and the road to reformation is still very long.

After Jefur comes Domi.

Although Jef's performance was so outstanding that everyone was less interested in the prayers of others, it was a different story for Domi. Everyone wanted to see just how capable this aloof older sister from an adventurer background really was.

"call--"

Domi took a deep breath to calm her tense mood, then stood up and, imitating Jefel's prayer, repeated the prayer she had just given in their telepathic communication.

Although the prayer sounds impressive, Domi has no faith whatsoever, so it's naturally useless.

Because he had just received Jefel's 'version bonus', the blessings that remained in his body were drawn out by the prayer and faintly glowed on Domi's body, almost to the same extent as his homeroom teacher!

Upon seeing this, the homeroom teacher burst into tears.

She had initially thought none of the students in this class were talented, but now two have emerged—one standing out from the crowd, and the other reaching peak performance right from the start! How could she not be excited? Not only could she cultivate two geniuses for the Holy See, but she could also receive an extra bonus!

"Good, good, good! Florettis, you're doing very well too, you're already at the same level as the teacher. Keep up the good work, you have a bright future ahead of you!"

The audience erupted in applause once again.

Once seated, everyone's attention shifted to the other end. Domi finally relaxed. Driving the little train was pure torture! The agonizing wait was more tiring than running three kilometers!

Fortunately, we made it through. Before long, the bell rang to end the last class of the morning, and the pleasant lunch break was about to begin!

Unlike my previous life in junior and senior high school, where a real-life zombie invasion could occur right after the last class in the morning.

Everything must be done in an orderly manner in a monastery.

The nuns walked out of the classroom, lined up in two rows against the wall, and headed towards the dining hall in an orderly fashion. It was quite lively, but not noisy at all.

The food in the cafeteria is quite good, with a balanced mix of meat and vegetables, and milk is available every day. I heard that they occasionally serve wine, but that costs extra.

After half a day of torment, Domi was physically not tired, but mentally exhausted. However, as soon as she put a fatty, juicy pork chop into her mouth, she would feel her energy return!

Jefel was sitting opposite Domi, and she was puzzled when she saw this: "Is the master very hungry? Mine is for you too."

As she spoke, Jefel used her fork to pick up a steak from her plate and was about to hand it to Domi, but he stopped her.

"I'm not hungry... well, how should I put it, it's more like a spiritual sustenance, to soothe my fearful soul. You have no idea how much of a shadow this prison-like class has cast on me."

After a few explanations, Jefel nodded as if she understood but not quite.

Lord Dominic's world is indeed very complicated; he keeps saying vague and ambiguous things... so mysterious~

In Jef's eyes, Domi's image was thus inexplicably elevated a little.

The afternoon classes were much more interesting. They included a home economics class on how to fry an egg and a social practice class where students could go out and offer help. It was so much more fun than driving a miniature train or being a charlatan!

A simple task like frying an egg was no challenge for Domi, who had received SpongeBob's master's teachings. He easily earned a high score with a perfect fried egg.

But it seems that Jefel didn't level up her skills.

There was no other way; in order to create a perfect image, academic performance in the monastery was also an important factor.

So Domi fried an extra egg for Jef, and she got a high score for it.

However, Domi also saw many young girls who had never lifted a finger in the kitchen struggling to cook. Some didn't even dare to light a fire. The better ones could manage to fry it, but the finished product was indescribable, probably a dish on par with stargazing.

Here comes the opportunity!

So he put all his energy into it and fried four eggs in a row, then had Jefu deliver them to the girls. However, he couldn't support too many people, or he would easily be exposed.

"Um, I made too much here, if you don't mind..."

The other person almost knelt down and cried out to their adoptive mother, "Thank you so much!"

In this way, Domi helped Jefur influence four more people.

The community offered warmth and support during the last class.

All the nuns in Class 103 left the convent with their class teacher and, in turn, arrived at a residential area.

Most of the residents here are elderly people, and their children are either in the army, dead, or unable to return from other places. They are the ones who need help from others.

After the nuns arrive, they will help the elderly clean the rooms, trim the flowers and plants, and those who can cook will prepare a delicious meal. There are about four nuns responsible for each household.

After finishing our work, sitting down together at the table for a nice meal had a unique charm, adding 1 point to my experience.

By the time they headed back, it was already dark. The nuns, having finished their dinner, could go straight back to their dormitories to wash up and go to sleep, or, like some lively girls, gather in one dormitory room for a pillow fight.

Before the lights were turned off, the dormitory building was filled with the cheerful laughter of girls.

However, Julia didn't like the noisy atmosphere, so she closed the book and began her evening prayers.

However, they stopped before they even started, and took a letter from their handbag and handed it to Domi, who was standing on the balcony enjoying the evening breeze:

"There's a letter for you in the mailbox at the monastery gate, so I brought it with me."

Domi took the envelope: "Thank you, this is a great help."

"Hmm, it's nothing."

I wonder who will write to me...

Filled with anticipation, I opened the envelope and the letter. On the white paper was only one line of black text: "Start the operation tonight."

Signed: Florettes.

At this very moment, in a small alley next to an upscale bar in the city, Forty-Seven, dressed in night clothes, Afu, dressed as a bartender in a white shirt and black overalls, and shills dressed haphazardly, have all gathered here.

With Domi absent, Afu took over as temporary commander.

“I have to go to work soon, so let’s talk about something here,” she said, glancing at the two of them to make sure they were listening before continuing, “After Yusha Rose leaves, she will likely go looking for Gray, that young winged general. Forty-seven, be careful when you infiltrate Gray’s mansion; there will be plenty of winged guards patrolling there.”

"You, the shill, will stay in the designated area outside and be ready to help us escape at any time."

They both nodded.

"Okay, let's begin deployment."

After saying that, Afu turned and left, entering the staff break room through the back door of the bar, then walking to the bar counter, putting her hair up, hanging up her name tag, and starting her bartending work.

High-end bars like this cater to the upper class; they don't have many customers, making them quiet and stylish.

Not long after, the clattering of high heels came from the doorway. Afu, who was wiping wine glasses with a white silk cloth, slightly raised her eyes and glanced at the newcomer.

She wore a white fringed long dress, white-faced red-soled stiletto heels, a white ribbon around her neck, and her light golden hair was elegantly styled in an updo, exuding the charm of a sophisticated urban woman.

Her face was also very beautiful, with an oval face, big eyes, fair skin, a high nose bridge, and moist red lips that were so sexy that you wanted to take a bite. Her foxy eyes with slightly upturned ends made her even more alluring.

She swayed her hips as she gracefully walked towards the bar.

If no one had told her she was a saint, Afu would never have imagined that such a seductive bitch would be a saint of the glorious Holy See; after all, it was somewhat of a departure from people's stereotypes.

Perhaps only that ethereal, pure white gown could somewhat fit the image of a saint.

Yusha Rose sat on the high stool with her legs crossed in an alluring manner, resting her chin on one hand, seemingly pondering what to drink that evening.

"How about a dry martini? It's a perfect match for the season," Afu suggested, trying to start a conversation with Yusha Rose.

"Okay, then let's have a drink."

While Aphrodite was skillfully mixing drinks, Yusha Rose spoke up: "You're new here, aren't you? The previous bartenders always told me interesting things."

"So, has anything interesting happened lately? I'd love to hear it."

A slight smile played on her lips: "If you satisfy me, there'll be an extra tip!"

Aphrodite handed a small but exquisitely crafted dry martini to Yusha Rose, and only after Yusha Rose took her first sip and showed a satisfied expression did she speak:

"What kind of news would you like to hear, Miss? Gossip, entertainment, business, or politics? Unfortunately, as a bartender, I don't know much about religion. As you know, religious people generally don't come to bars."

The unspoken meaning of this statement is that he does not know Yusha Rose's identity as a saintess.

She held the cup ring between her fingers, swaying it back and forth, and said casually, "I only want to hear something interesting."

“Is it interesting…” Aphrodite pretended to ponder, then bent down, placed her hands on the bar, and looked at Yusha Rose without fear: “If Miss wants to hear something interesting, I do have one here, which might be worth quite a bit of money.”

Upon hearing this, Yusha Rose immediately became interested and took out a check from her bag, waving it in front of Af.

"Think it over carefully. If it's really as you say, then this check for 100,000 Papal coins is yours."

Afu was startled.

She wasn't faking it; she was genuinely shocked by the 100,000. To earn 100,000 coins for telling an interesting story was equivalent to 80,000 gold dragons. What job could be more lucrative?

However, after calming down, Afu quickly realized that the 100,000 coins were not just for buying an 'interesting story,' but for buying her as an intelligence source.

As a bartender, she could easily overhear the conversations of her guests. They might be wary of spies and paparazzi, but they would never be wary of a bartender or waitress.

"It will definitely satisfy you."

"I've heard a little about the adventurer Death Omen, whom the Feathered Clan has been hunting recently. I'll tell you more about his whereabouts and abilities..."

In the end, Aphrodite got the check as she wished, and Yusha Rose, slightly tipsy with a rosy dimple, left the bar satisfied.

Aphrodite's gaze shifted from greed to a deep, thoughtful look as she gazed at the departing Yusha Rose and murmured softly:

"The rest is up to you."

"As for this check... I'll buy some matcha cake for Forty-Seven and the Captain later. They seem to like it quite a bit. I wonder if Captain's sister will like it too..."