Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

"Oh, some men go to whiskey, some women go to gin!

No matter what you drink~

Can't compare~

The ecstasy after sipping the glory of the Holy Spirit~

Some men like to drink beer.

Some women prefer red wine.

But if you want to have the most wonderful feeling~

The most wonderful feeling~

You should open your mouth and chant the Holy Spirit's Glory~

~啊~

There are also brandy soda, rum, rye whiskey, and cola~

Can't compare~

Drink the Holy Spirit's light~

Let us chant together~

Holy, holy, holy ~ the glory of the Holy Spirit ~"

As soon as Winnett finished singing, she heard the sound of women crawling on their backs laughing and applause in a disorderly rhythm.

"Oh, Dark Angel! This is so beautiful...if the lyrics could be more trendy." Vermouth bit her lip gloss, clapped her hands and laughed.

When she heard the words whiskey and gin, she thought Bridge was revealing the organization's secrets to the girl.

Turns out, it was just a false alarm, just a... well, a bit weird hymn.

If it was just the melody part, Vermouth thought it would be a nice little song, but the last few syllables were too tight and didn't quite fit in with the grand religious song.

Having said that, it is wrong for women to love gin.

Vermouth thought with interest.

A man like Qin, who exudes murderous aura and has no sense of romance, will only make people afraid. Moreover, he has no interest in love as a spice, but only loves the prey he is hunting.

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The girl in front of him had something in common with Qin—there were things that made her blood boil.

As Bridge described, the girl has black, paranoid blood flowing in her body. He tried hard to shift the source of the girl's excitement from pleasure to salvation, which is why he implemented the training of a priest.

But judging by the results, his approach can only be said to be half successful.

The girl did grow up to be a devout believer, but she did not love and worship God to the point of fanaticism. Instead, she was more influenced by Bridge and the surrounding environment.

For the time being, it is not a bad development.

"What a pity... there is no Vemouth in it," Vermouth sat down on the bed, looked at Winnett, and asked, "Who is more suitable for Vermouth, men or women?"

Miss Winnet, who was a little confused, finally saw Vermouth clearly in front of her.

"Lap dancer..."

"Oh, it seems I need to teach you some manners before we talk, Dark Angel!"

Vermouth crawled towards Winnet.

Miss Winnett's head froze. Because she was too close, she saw the orange devil waving at her.

It's hidden in that deep ravine!

Miss Winnett shrank into the corner like a frightened little animal, picked up the red pillow at the head of the bed and held it against her chest.

"Of course... Women love it more, the fruity and citrus flavor." Winnett saw Vermouth getting closer and closer, but the feedback she got was a white field that made her dizzy. "You... what do you want to do? I, I'm going to scream!"

"Ah, no one will come even if you shout at the top of your lungs." Vermouth lifted Winnet's chin with one finger, "Let's discuss this in depth, about how you address me~"

……

006 God is in everything

The light just now seemed to be the light flashing in from outside the door. Winnet realized that it was the scene caused by Vermouth coming in, and her cheeks flushed with shame.

Of course, Winnett’s views have not changed—

Sipping the light of the Holy Spirit is far more wonderful than drinking alcohol.

However, the premise is that I have not made a mistake in the situation.

The first time she sang before nonbelievers, Miss Winnett wanted to go into the flue and scrape the coal dust.

Vermouth lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and stood on the windowsill looking at her watch.

"It's getting late, Dark Angel. I have to take you somewhere tomorrow."

"Thighs...uh, Ms. Vermouth, where am I going?"

Winnet said it smoothly for a moment, but was glared at sharply by Vermouth on the windowsill. She quickly changed her words and stretched her knees with a little fear.

Weak, pitiful, and helpless.

Miss Winnet is now just a lovely and pitiful blind missionary.

"I'll send you to school. You're only fifteen now, right? Miss Winnett."

"Oh, you're crazy! School is a place of evil, I don't want to go there."

Miss Winnet was like a college graduate who didn't want to go out to look for a job. She covered herself with the quilt and buried her head in the big, soft pillow.

Vermouth put out the half-burned cigarette, feeling like she was raising a disobedient daughter. She explained, "It's college, theology... What do you think?"

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"Oh, that's even worse." Miss Winnett banged her head against the pillow. "Don't you know that modern theology is simply heresy!"

"Aren't you a Protestant?" Vermouth was a little helpless. She could hardly follow the girl's train of thought.

"Sister Alisa told me. Besides, I have already received the Ten Commandments and been baptized. There is no need to study theology. I can be a country priest. This is what Miss Winnett wants."

Miss Winnett, who has no ambition.

Although Vermouth thought it was better to ask for her own opinion on such matters, she sent Winnett to college not to really let her study theology, but to use this opportunity to monitor the organization's scientific researchers. On the other hand, she would also arrange corresponding training for Winnett - until she became an outstanding member of the organization.

Vermouth returned to the room wrapped in a bathrobe and lay down on the other side of the bed without giving Winnet any time to refute her.

"This is your first mission, Dark Angel."

Vermouth winked at Winnet and gave her a charming smile.

Winnet felt goosebumps all over her body.

She moved her little butt to create some distance between herself and the curvy Belmode next to her.

"The mission..." Winnet murmured, "It sounds quite interesting."

Are those who need to sneak into the university campus spies?

To be honest, Miss Winnett still likes watching old spy movies on TV.

Oh, Winnet Bond!

Seeing the girl's eyes flickering, Vermouth guessed that she was thinking of something strange again. She turned around, faced the girl, and lifted her bangs with her palm, revealing her smooth forehead.

Winnet felt herself being touched and spoke a little nervously, "What are you going to do, Ms. Vermouth?"

"Haha, just call me Vermouth. Didn't I tell you that this is the code name in the organization? The core members all have their own wine name. Of course, Dark Angel, you have one too."

Winnett asked a little confusedly: "Me too? But I just decided to join, right?"

She was tempted by Vermouth's conditions, and she also had to avenge her adoptive father symbolically, so she planned to join this organization that her adoptive father had almost never revealed.

"Absinthe was originally Bridge's code name, but now it belongs to you."

Vermouth closed her eyes leisurely and said, "I think you won't mind."

Hearing this, Winnet bit her lip.

"Are all the members of this organization drunkards? Why do they have to use alcohol as a code name?"

Vermouth was stunned. It was the first time she heard someone ask such a question.

It should just be the interest of that adult.

Vermouth smiled and replied, "It's not as good as sipping the light of the Holy Spirit."

When Miss Winnet heard this, her ears blushed and she stopped asking questions.

……

Princeton University.

Winette was amazed.

The Vermouth in front of her now had a different appearance. Her hair had turned into the same blue-silver color as hers, her eyes had turned purple, and her face looked like a larger version of her.

In addition to the curvy figure!

If she could see more clearly, she might actually think that she was her long-lost biological mother.

This is comparable to the disguise techniques in martial arts novels.

Miss Winnet used her poor memory, but could not think of any existence similar to Vermouth.

She guessed that maybe the world was not as ordinary as she imagined. After all, she had practiced boxing with her adoptive father for ten years and could already beat ten people.

It doesn't seem so strange to have such a unique skill as the art of disguise... What the hell!

How can a disguise technique make the skin texture so realistic?

“God is in everything, Amen!”

Winette quickly prayed, with such a miraculous technology, it was possible that praying to the Lord would really work.

For example, Miss Winnett transformed herself into the dragon-slaying hero St. George!

It’s not impossible.

Vermouth, who was standing beside her, was a little confused. Why did she suddenly start praying? Was there something related to the church nearby?

Winnet glanced at her and said faintly, "Ms. Vermouth, I'm beginning to believe that you've seen the photo of me wetting the bed."

"Maybe the story of the Hallelujah Giant is true. There are also foreigners who returned to the Lord, filthy cleaners, and wizards who worshiped the glory... I also want to receive the grace of the Lord and transform myself into a sexy and beautiful woman!"

After hearing what Winnett said, Vermouth felt that there was definitely something wrong with the direction of this prayer.

What's more, as a girl, being like the Dark Angel is already cute enough, and she is also the type that people with special hobbies flock to.

Vermouth said unhappily, "Are you thinking that I was wearing a disguise when I met you before? There's no need to do that when meeting a friend's daughter. Besides, you're also a member of the organization now, so it's okay to show your true face in front of you. Compared to these, I hope you can perform well in the interview later."

Winnet blinked in surprise: "Oh, that's what you'll look like when you're twenty."

Vermouth pinched Winnet's face hard: "Oh, you really don't learn your lesson. A woman's age is a secret."

"I'm ten years old now," Winnett said, "but I don't care."

Vermouth let go, and Winnet's cheek became slightly red.

"it hurts……"

Miss Winnett felt what it was like to be bullied in the workplace and the "care" from her predecessors who worked in the sweatshop.

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007 It is difficult for you to fight against the sticks and thorns

"In that case, I'll leave my daughter in your care."

Winnett watched Vermouth's performance the whole time, and did as she was told, keeping her mouth tightly shut.

The power possessed by the organization once again refreshed Winnet's cognition.

The forged identity was that of a student from a prestigious school, who was admitted through a higher grade admissions exam, but the name remained unchanged and was still Winnet Moriarty.

In Vermouth's hand, there is a letter of recommendation from a well-known professor. She also secretly reminds the other party that she has close relationships with many important people.