Princess' personal painter

When passing by the priest's room, she found that he was still copying scriptures, so Eileen gave up the idea of ​​saying hello, and walked out of the church with a basket.

In the early morning of autumn, there is already a bit of coolness.

Covering her thin blouse, Irene walked on the empty street, nodded to the townspeople she occasionally saw, and walked towards the market.

For nearly a month, Irene has almost integrated into this peaceful town.

Although she can't communicate with other people in language yet, and her flaxen hair is different from the locals, but she lives in the church, at least she has met most of the religious townspeople face to face.

And because of her painting talent and petite appearance, Irene, who was "adopted" by the priest, has become one of the protagonists of the townspeople's frequent discussions during this period.

After walking for a while, when they arrived at the market, the uncle at the fruit stand greeted him, "Irene, it's so early today."

Erin nodded, and responded with an unnatural accent: "Good morning."

"I heard that you went to paint a noble lady yesterday." When passing by the fruit stand, the uncle teased her curiously, "Is that lady really as beautiful as the rumors say?"

Of course, Erin couldn't understand what he said, shook her head innocently and walked away.

Pick good ingredients as usual, and the stall owner will quote the price, and Irene will pay in coins—identifying money is one of the necessary survival skills, and the first vocabulary that Irene mastered is related to currency and numbers.

And because the people here are simple and honest, and the priest is quite popular in the local area, so when Erin bought the ingredients, there was no shortage of food.

This time, she bought more meat and a small bag of eggs.

The basket was a bit heavy, and it took a while for Erin to carry it back to church, and it took a while to prepare breakfast.But then, when she ate the long-lost boiled eggs, she suddenly felt that all the effort was worth it.

The days of chewing vegetables and eating bread every day...enough is enough!

The priest who came to the dining table saw the overly rich breakfast and Irene who was eating breakfast with relish, and said with a straight face: "Gluttony is an original sin."

I couldn't understand the priest's words, but Irene could guess what he was saying with her eyes closed.

"The prayer before the meal, haven't you said it yet?"

The word "prayer" is still understandable, but Irene, who is determined to resist the priest, still sips the tender cheese, pretending to have never heard of it.

After staring at Irene for a few seconds, the priest's face softened a little, and he said to himself, "Forget it, what do I care about with the little guy."

Moreover, the food on the table, in terms of aroma and color, really whets the appetite, making the priest have to admire Irene's talent in this area.

The priest pondered quietly.

Her origin and identity are unknown, she seems to have lost her memory, and she can't understand the common language spoken in the central part of the mainland. She also lacked common sense at the beginning, but her adaptability is amazingly strong, and she even shows amazing talent in some aspects— — such as painting and cooking.

God must have a deep meaning in allowing such a miraculous girl to come to him.

Perhaps it is God's intention to earn money to repair the church and improve the food so that my old bones can live a few more years?

In any case, the priest sighed, and after a short prayer, he began to eat.

After a while, Erin quietly raised her eyes.

It wasn't the calm before the storm, but the unexpectedly sunny weather... Finally realizing that she had successfully challenged the authority of the priest, Erin raised the corners of her mouth triumphantly...

It's a pity that this little pride was quickly diluted by the boring days.

Cleaning the church, scrubbing the clothes and sheets, staying in the study room and taking a nap on the books she couldn't understand at all, and struggling to get up to prepare lunch - otherwise she would only eat slices of bread with heavy sauce... See When the priest sighed and accepted the barbecue slices on the table, Irene suddenly thought, she seems to be the one who suffers?

After lunch, because she didn't receive the commission, Erin curled up on the bed and took a nap.After waking up, she found that there was still a lot of resentment left in her heart.

Unconsciously, Irene's eyes stayed on the drawing tool for a few seconds, and her face suddenly turned red.She shook her head vigorously to drive away the strange picture, and quickly thought of other things to divert her attention.

So, as a foodie, Irene remembered something that she had been thinking about for a long time.

She took out a gold coin from under the pillow, hurriedly arranged her clothes, and ran out of the church impatiently.

Eileen, who had just woken up in this world, was in a high fever and seriously ill. In order for her to eat, the priest bought some delicious cakes for her to swallow.Although Irene didn't feel anything at the time, compared with the meager food she ate after recovering from her illness, the cakes she ate before were simply heavenly delicacy.

After staying in the town for a while, although Irene found a store selling cakes, she was always suffering from a lack of cash and was out of reach.With such a large sum of money this time, she naturally wanted to have a good taste.

Arriving at the destination, and admiring it in front of the glass window for a long time, Erin resisted the urge to buy more and chose two cakes that looked more beautiful.

When buying, the kind-faced proprietress seemed very interested in Irene and tried to communicate with her. Of course, Irene basically couldn't understand it.

On the way back, Erin was holding a cream cake and was about to put it in her mouth to enjoy.

Just at this moment, the black shadow pressing in front of her made Eileen stop in her tracks.

Looking up along the sword hilt at his waist, he saw a young man with a wooden face, who looked familiar.Irene recalled for three seconds, and remembered who the other party was - the guard next to the noble lady yesterday.

After being stared at by the other party's lifeless eyes for a few seconds, a chill came out of Erin's heart.

That... you probably didn't come to find me on purpose, did you?

After all, Irene, who had a ghost in her heart, lowered her head in a panic, bypassed the young man and continued to move forward, but after a few steps, the young man's cold voice suddenly came from behind: "Did you see something you shouldn't have seen yesterday? "

It wasn't the young man's words that frightened Irene, but the sound of the metal collision of the saber hanging from his waist and the scabbard when he turned around suddenly-it was so scary to hear.

It's over... It's over, are you going to be killed?

Under the glare of the sun, Irene's body trembled violently. Even the cake in her hand fell to the ground and rolled for a long distance, but she didn't feel it.

Chapter 2 Taboo Paintings

The temperature in the afternoon was a bit scorching, but cold sweat ran down Irene's back.

At this moment, endless sorrow and grievance flooded her heart, she closed her eyes clumsily, waiting for the moment when the other party ended her life.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the world is still silent.

Eileen, who was gradually recovering from her fear, turned around in a daze, and found that the young man with a murderous look all over his body just now had disappeared on the street.

What... what, deliberately trying to scare me...

The warmth returned to her body, and she felt tears welling up from her eyes. Erin quickly squatted down and wiped her cheeks carelessly with her hands.

By the way, the cake just now!

After searching around for a while, he finally found the cake that had rolled out a long way, but the original bright cream was covered with thick dust.

Erin walked over to pick up the cake, staring at it for a while.

Rinse it with water...it should still be edible, right?

Fortunately, the other cake was still wrapped in paper and held in hand.

However, after being frightened by this, Irene's interest was naturally not as high as before.She pursed her lips, lowered her head slightly, put on a look of being hit, stepped on her own shadow step by step, and returned to the church.

Seeing the petite body hide in the simple wooden door, the young man with the sword just now came out from the darkness, and whispered to himself: "It's strange, I can't tell."

As the imperial knight protecting the princess, Wentiers Caroline stood quietly for a while, and finally considered that his party was in a foreign country, and if he acted rashly, it would attract attention instead. Besides, this girl seemed unable to use it with others. In verbal communication, there is basically no danger of information being leaked, and the idea of ​​​​investigation is simply cut off.

"I have to persuade Eunika not to make extra trouble when I go back."

Shaking his head, putting aside his sister's strange thoughts, Wenjiesi left the place.

When he returned to the hotel, it was almost dusk, and the princess and Eunika hadn't returned from the suburbs, so he simply stood by the door and waited.

Not long after, the sound of horseshoes from a distant street caught his attention.

Through the rising dust, he saw a caravan approaching.On the side of the leading carriage, the insignia of the Kingdom of Anluer was inlaid, indicating the identity of the comer as a royal merchant.

Wenjiesi frowned slightly...

On the church side, when it was dinner time, it was still the food prepared by Irene.When the priest saw the cake on the dining table, he asked in surprise, "Did you buy it?"

Erin nodded and pushed the cake in front of the priest.

However, while doing this, the distressed expression on her face made the priest a little amused, and said, "Since you bought it, why don't you eat it?"

"I've eaten." Irene's tone was weak.

The priest smiled and shook his head: "I don't want to eat."

She looked up at the priest timidly, hesitated for a while, and held the cake to her mouth, and began to eat it a little shyly.

After experiencing what happened in the afternoon, in contrast, Irene felt that the priest's smile was so kind.

After dinner, it was the confession time for the townspeople, and the priest usually stayed in the confession room to guide the lost believers.As for Irene, she was asked by the priest to perform the duties of a nun and to stay in the room and recite prayers.

Of course, before learning the characters of this world, Irene couldn't complete this matter.But she has nowhere else to go but in her room, so she passes the time flipping through religious picture books for children.

Somewhat unexpectedly, the number of albums collected in the church is very large.

It was also browsing religious albums that gave Eileen a general understanding of the world.Among them, there are two points that she is quite concerned about——

This is a world where the strong are respected. Compared with "knights", "magicians" and religious priests with professional titles, the status of ordinary people is completely worthless; Jia gentry can make full use of expensive alchemy creations to enjoy a luxurious life, but the life of ordinary people is generally difficult, and they are barely able to maintain food and clothing.

Regarding the latter, for Eileen, the days of drinking plain water and gnawing bread every day before being a chef can be described as a very fulfilling experience.

And yesterday afternoon, the luminous stone I saw in the hotel also proved that this is a world of "magic".

In fact, Irene had doubts in her heart, could the priest who adopted her also possess some kind of magical power?However, when she thought that even as a dignified priest, he seemed to be living in a bit of desperation, Irene disappointedly denied this speculation.

As night fell, Erin rubbed her eyes and lit the oil lamp on the table.

Lighting oil lamps at night was a considerable expense, but Eileen, who happened to make a lot of money, had the confidence to do so.

She couldn't help but rejoice, but fortunately, she still had a skill that she could use to make a living.

Irene turned her head, the large drawing board was placed on the shelf properly, the cut paper and a few charcoal pencils were lying on the side, as if waiting for her luck - but since she came back from the hotel yesterday afternoon, she I have never touched these painting tools.

Because as soon as you see them, some strange pictures will appear in your mind.

After Irene stared at it for a while, her cheeks blushed quietly, and some indescribable, itchy feeling began to torment her thoughts again.

It was the same yesterday, lying on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Tempted by the picture in my mind, I did that...strange thing...

Eileen, whose expression became strange, lay her head sideways on the table, staring at something not far away, and some feelings gradually brewed in her heart.

Why... do I "time-travel" into a girl?

Then, Erin's cheeks turned redder, and she shook her head with all her strength.

No, if it wasn't for being a girl, it would be impossible to see those...

In the inexplicable thoughts, Erin's body became hotter and hotter. She bit her lip a little harder, and her face also showed a resisting look. She resisted needlessly for an unknown amount of time... She finally decided to obey the desire in her heart .

He took the drawing board and charcoal, curled up on the bed, and put the drawing board on his lap.

She closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and calmed down her trembling hands. When Erin was about to start painting, she glanced at the open door with some guilt.

He turned over and got out of bed, ran to lock the door behind him, and pushed the desk to block the door.Completely turning the room into a private space, Erin returned to the bed to pick up the paintbrush.