Warhammer: Starting with Industrial Revolution

The next day, just as dawn broke, before Luo Ning even sent anyone to invite them, several nuns were already waiting at the entrance of the governor's mansion.

It's clear they've been waiting for a long time.

This time, they specially retrieved a full set of medical equipment from the transport ship. They carried several heavy metal medical boxes in their hands, but they didn't even sway their feet.

Luo Ning couldn't help but sigh, even the medical nuns were a branch of the Battle Sisters Order.

These women, who risk their lives on the front lines every day and are used to seeing blood and flesh flying everywhere, cannot be regarded as ordinary women at all.

Luo Ning couldn't help but feel fortunate for his decision yesterday. He knew very well how devout these women were, and they would notice any abnormality in their mental state.

However, when he used Slaanesh's powers in front of these nuns, he also reduced those powers to a minimum.

Therefore, whenever he activated Slaanesh's power in front of them, he kept the power to a minimum. Even his subconscious guidance was entirely directed towards the idea that "the people of the Lower Nest are converting to the Emperor, and their healing is serving the Empire." He dared not have the slightest thought of overstepping his bounds.

As for his own hobbies, although the appearance of each of these fighting nuns perfectly matched Luo Ning's preferences, and their figures were top-notch, Luo Ning dared not have any thoughts about them.

It's a pity, but life is always more important. At worst, I can just have my familiars transform next time I go to the Lord of Pleasure's palace.

However, Ronin is not susceptible to mind control by familiars, so even if they try their best to imitate her, they cannot match the pure and dazzling radiance of faith emanating from a real nun.

He thought of a bunch of pointless things, and even Bayonetta looked at the governor's assistant with a strange, wicked grin.

Ronin's smile instantly turned awkward. He scratched his head. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I was just so happy that the Emperor's followers in the Lower Nest District could finally receive healing."

Bayonetta nodded gently. "A devout believer like you is truly rare among bureaucrats."

Her voice remained gentle, but Luo Ning clearly felt a gentle yet all-pervasive spiritual energy sweep across his soul. In that instant, he felt as if he were standing naked under the midday sun, unable to hide any secrets.

"I have met many people who talk about faith and glory, but they do not devote themselves to the movement that truly benefits the people of the Emperor. Lord Ronin is a true role model for being able to dedicate himself so much in this remote corner of the Empire."

Luo Ning composed himself, put on a perfectly humble smile, and nodded slightly in greeting.

He knew perfectly well that in that brief moment, Bayonetta had once again silently examined his soul. Before this high-ranking nun, no trace of turmoil could be concealed.

Fortunately, Rhonin is special. Even Slaanesh himself is powerless to change his own soul, let alone Bayonetta, who is just a high-ranking nun.

The group quickly arrived at the hospital, where the patients who had been treated by the nuns the day before had been moved to another location.

And today's ward is filled with entirely new injured patients.

The population of the Lower Nest District is too large; this single church hospital simply cannot accommodate all the wounded.

Moreover, at Ronin's behest, Olga sent only the most critically ill patients.

Even if these people did not join the reform factory, and even if they had no loyalty to the governor's office, as long as they were seriously injured, they were all sent here.

Luo Ning's calculations were very clear: on the one hand, this was a risk-free and highly profitable way to win people's hearts; on the other hand, it would also allow the nuns to more intuitively understand how big the medical gap was here.

When night fell again, the nuns had been working all day.

Patients were brought in one after another, and they didn't even have time to drink water; it seemed like there would never be an end to it.

Bayonetta's hand holding the scalpel was trembling slightly, and her bangs were damp with sweat, sticking to her cheeks. The other nuns' voices were even weak as they sang hymns.

They only stopped working when Luo Ning walked up to them and gently reminded them that it was getting late.

On the way back, several nuns were already unsteady on their feet and could barely stand, but they still gritted their teeth and persevered.

After escorting the nuns to the door of the Governor's Palace reception room, Ronin politely invited Bayonetta out alone.

He looked at the weariness that the other woman couldn't hide in her eyes, her face full of apology, and bowed deeply: "Sister, we and all the people of this planet have no way to repay your contributions to Vatos VII. We will work even harder to spread the teachings of the God-Emperor and bring more lost souls back to His glory."

"Lord Ronin, you flatter me. Healing the sick and protecting the Emperor's people is our duty." Even though she was utterly exhausted, Bayonetta still wore a gentle smile, though her tone carried a heavy weight. "I truly never imagined that the common people lived in such dire straits. Are there still many patients left?"

"There are so many, countless ones. The Lower Nesting Zone is a bottomless pit." A conflicted and helpless expression appeared on Ronin's face. He looked up at Bayonetta's tired face, then changed the subject, "But the nuns still have their own missions to fulfill and can't stay here indefinitely. We'll figure out the rest ourselves. The entire Vatos VII community will forever remember your help to our planet."

He bowed deeply again, his tone full of sincerity and a touch of just the right amount of reluctance.

Bayonetta looked at the man in front of her who was working hard for the emperor's people and always thinking of them, and couldn't help but gently pat his shoulder.

"Lord Luo Ning, you have already done your best. There is no need to blame yourself. We have all seen your dedication to the God Emperor."

Luo Ning looked up at her with gratitude, as if hesitating about something, but in the end he only said, "Ms. Bayonetta, you have worked very hard today, please get some rest."

"Lord Ronin, please speak freely. There's no need to stand on ceremony with me," Bayonetta said gently. How could the understanding nun not see the conflicted look on Ronin's face, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't?

But Luo Ning ultimately didn't say it, only insisting that she rest well first.

After much back and forth, Bayonetta finally gave up and agreed to discuss Ronning's inability to speak in detail the next morning.

After leaving the reception room, Ronin's first action was to return to the lower nest area, where Olga had been waiting for him for a long time.

As per Luo Ning's request, he compiled a list of unlicensed doctors in Xiachao District, categorized them, and made detailed records, which were then presented in a table for Luo Ning's convenience.

This man is very reliable; he creates simple statistical tables that are clear and concise.

He sorted the unlicensed doctors according to their technical abilities, marked each person's past experience, and also clearly marked each person's reputation in the underworld and their areas of expertise.

The dozens of pages of reports clearly showed that Olga had put a lot of effort into them.

Looking at the report, Ronin glanced at Olga with satisfaction. He had already decided what he would talk to Sister Bayonetta about tomorrow.