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With money, everything became easy. Aenarion found all the construction workers in the territory and brought them to Thebes. It was July, and because of the peculiar climate in Athens, barley and wheat were usually planted in October and harvested in June of the following year. The farmers were now in the off-season, so Aenarion conscripted a large number of laborers and took them to the Thebes Valley.

To get from the Thessaly Basin, where the Ottoman First Legion was stationed, to the Thebes Valley in Aenarion, one had to cross a branch of the Pindus Mountains. This place was extremely difficult to travel through. Until the 21st century, there were only two roads that could cross it, not to mention the ancient times when transportation was underdeveloped.

Aenarion was not polite. He directly bought two bastions at the end of the two mountain roads, relying on the two ready-made traditional castles of Martinon and Delphi. He asked the craftsmen to take the farmers who were not busy in farming to quickly build the two bastions. He only had three months at most. After three months, the farmers had to go back to sow seeds, and the scale of corvée had to be reduced. At that time, he had to find other ways to get people to come and build the castles.

The Athenian craftsmen estimated the wages of the laborers, food, and the sketches and materials for building the bastion, and calculated the cost: a small defensive castle would cost about 50,000 to 60,000 silver coins, and a small and simple castle like the one in Marathon would be even cheaper, perhaps only 30,000 to 40,000.

However, the special concave polygonal structure of the bastion makes the side length of the city wall much longer than that of an ordinary castle, and in order to resist artillery fire, it has to be made higher and thicker. A bastion may cost a starting price of 120,000 silver coins - just the city wall, the cost of cannons is calculated separately.

After taking down the two bastions, most of the silver coins looted from the Holy See were lost. However, it was all worth it in order to save their lives and to resist the Dark Angels from approaching the city again.

There were still 100,000 soldiers. Aenarion found a luxurious manor of a runaway noble in Athens and converted it into a school. Astarielle used her extremely terrifying learning ability to write down all the military and cultural courses she had learned from the 13th Legion and the Ultramarines, word for word, and used them as military teaching materials for the recruited officers and some potential soldiers to learn military tactics.

Aenarion recalled the politics and culture he learned in college as a history major, and tried to develop his own civil service system. After he worked hard to produce a bunch of teaching materials, he discovered that the first step in developing civil servants was to teach them to read, and he could only learn it slowly from the beginning.

Soon, the whole of Athens prospered under Aenarion's leadership. Miriel reorganized the church, Astariel's school was started, the prototypes of the two bastions were completed, and the scale of the saltpeter farm was getting bigger and bigger. Next year, he should not have to worry about the problem of gunpowder.

Of the two caravels, the Ulthuan was kept for the defense of Athens, while the Artemisia took a privateering license and took half of the zombie soldiers out to rob, and from time to time they returned with dozens of tons of food and iron ore, seven or eight cannons, and fifty or sixty corpses. Aenarion would resurrect the corpses into fertile corpses to make up for his own losses. The entire Principality of Athens was operating in an orderly manner.

Chapter 154: The Profligate Virgin

Before he knew it, it was August 1st, and he had paid his 23,000 yuan in taxes in installments, while the other 23,000 yuan went into the church ruled by Michelle, even though he was powerful enough to destroy the Catholic Church.

However, since he still needed the help of the Knights of Rhodes and could not break off relations with the Catholic Church, Aenarion could only let the church collect taxes on the surface, and then secretly go to the church to take the money back from Miriel and make a show for the Crusaders.

As for the local Orthodox Church? The Orthodox Church has always been suppressed by the imperial power and has never done anything weird like the Catholic Church. At one point, theocracy even overrode the imperial power.

In order to avoid being seen by others, Aenarion turned into a black crow, flapped his wings, avoided all eyes on the church, flew in through the window, landed on the relief on the dome, and observed the work of Miriel's new church.

Even though this church had been looted once, it was still magnificent. The sun shone through the colorful mosaic glass, casting its sacred light on the hundreds of reliefs and murals inside the church. All the walls inside the church were filled with sacred and solemn murals and reliefs created by masters, with almost no space. Every mural and sculpture was so lifelike that it made people linger.

The bishop's lecture hall stands under a marble dome and golden light. Seven four-story shrines are made of gold, enamel, and gemstones.

Together, the middle one is the tallest, and the two sides become shorter. Surrounded by gold and jewels, it is densely carved with colorful reliefs of angels and saints, and Jesus nailed to the cross towers above all the angels.

After all the old priests were massacred, the new clergy were basically carefully selected, frugal monks. Miriel wore a conservative, old-fashioned black dress and stood in front of the seven-tiered shrine to preside over the Mass of Christ.

The pitch-black nun's dress reached her ankles, and the high collar even covered her swan-like neck, leaving only her dignified and holy face exposed. Her beautiful emerald green eyes were like two bays of bright autumn water, emitting a clear autumn glow.

The black dress decorated with white edges was filled up by the pair of proud snow-capped peaks on the nun's chest, almost bursting. When she walked, the two attractive mountains would sway gently, rippling out ripples of temptation that would make one's mouth dry. The beautiful scenery was fascinating.

Some little boys stood in the corner, singing hymns of blessing in their holy and tender voices, accompanied by the piano music of several musicians, filling the whole auditorium with a sacred atmosphere. Miriel gently and patiently led the Mass in the hymns, leading the local Catholics to pray to God, and then led other priests to answer questions and resolve doubts for each believer.

After finishing a day's work, Miriel wiped the sweat from her forehead and returned to the room in the church to rest. Aenarion, who had transformed into a crow, also quietly went there. Just as he was about to change back, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The dignified and holy nun, after finishing a day's work, locked the door and closed the windows, but she did not notice that the crow incarnated by Aenarion had landed on the beam of her house.

She pinched the hem of her black dress with both hands and gently lifted it up. Under Aenarion's stunned gaze, she slowly revealed her delicate white ankles, slender long legs, and smooth jade-like belly.

Mirielle opened her red lips and bit the hem of her skirt to avoid making any embarrassing sounds. Her right hand kneaded her proud, elastic right breast through a layer of simple black skirt. Her fingers were completely submerged in the soft breast flesh. Her left hand slid along the base of her thigh and gently touched the pink pistil under her belly. She began to comfort herself very skillfully. Even though her seductive red lips bit her dark lip hem, she inevitably let out a series of faint moans.

Aenarion was somewhat speechless. He had never expected that this seemingly dignified and holy nun would be so coquettish in private. It would be too embarrassing to expose this to her face. He was still counting on the church led by Miriel to help him make money, so he had to build a good relationship with her. Should he fly out now? But this person had locked the door and windows...

There was nothing he could do. Aenarion could do nothing but wait for her to finish comforting him, open the window, and then fly out, trying to come back again as if nothing had happened.

As time passed, Mirielle gradually got into the mood. Her graceful figure hidden under the black robe trembled wildly in the waves of pleasure. Her eyes were blurred, her breathing was rapid, and her teeth were no longer able to bite the hem of her skirt. She could only let it slide down. At the climax, her whole body spasmed, and her little mouth let out a gentle and sweet cry. With her consciousness blank, she softly called out the name she had been thinking about day and night.

"Aenarion~"

Aenarion was startled, thinking he was discovered, but then he realized that this person was thinking about him while comforting himself?

Huh? It seems that taking her into the harem is also a way to build a good relationship. After listening to her moaning for so long, I have indeed aroused some sexual desire.

Miriel panted, recovering from the afterglow of the climax. The view inside the house gradually became clear through her rolled-back eyes. Aenarion's beautiful face perfectly matched the most beautiful fantasies and the dirtiest desires in her heart.

Miriel was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, she was hugged by Aenarion. His hot breath, mixed with the scent of hormones, sprayed on her blushing face, making her cheeks flush instantly!

"You, you, you! How did you get in?"

Miriel was trembling all over, breathing rapidly, her delicate body as weak as a puddle of water, and she collapsed in Aenarion's arms, allowing him to hold her tightly, without the slightest strength to resist.

"I'm here to help you. Don't be shy. This is human nature. Your method is too crude. I'm here to teach you what true happiness is."

Inarion extended a finger and gently touched her breast through the rigid black robe. The tender breast flesh was poked out with an alluring depression, but it bounced up again as the finger was retracted. An electric current more intense than during masturbation instantly passed through Miriel's body, making her unable to refuse at all. She nodded shyly as Inarion whispered.

Aenarion deftly pulled out the Blade of Transformation, transforming it into a small knife, and cut a crack in the old-fashioned nun's uniform along the erotic groove between her breasts. In an instant, the two breasts, freed from their restraints, popped out from the rigid and ancient black dress, creating dizzying flesh-colored ripples in the air.

After practicing with the young drow woman who was proficient in the art of sex, Aenarion's technique was very deft. He kneaded the two breasts into various shapes that made the blood boil, feeling the other's amazing elasticity and softness. His hard nails slightly scraped the top of the breast, making the nun gasp repeatedly.

Unable to extricate myself, the space between my legs became as muddy as a swamp.

Aenarion lifted her skirt but did not take off her clothes. She was wearing the nun's uniform that symbolized holiness and old-fashionedness, while doing such erotic and pleasurable things. The strong contrast aroused his interest even more.

“Don’t, don’t—”

Mirielle said this in a thin voice, and a look of struggle suddenly appeared on her face, which had completely fallen to desire.

"Once I lose my virginity, I will lose all my priest professional ranks."

Aenarion recalled that Catholic Christianity seemed to have such a rule, prohibiting clergy from getting married and even not allowing them to have sex.

But I have also heard that this rule has many loopholes. Priests having sex with little boys and nuns having sex with each other are not counted. Only orthodox love between men and women is counted.

"It's okay, I have another way."

Inarion kissed the nun's red earlobe. Astariel could control the water flow with telekinesis, so he could do it too. He lifted the nun's black skirt and ordered Miriel to bite it again, exposing his lower body completely. Then, he controlled the water flow and slowly poured it into her delicate anus.

A strange feeling surged into the nun's heart, and soon her flat belly was propped up high by the water flowing into her anus. After a while, she could not bear it anymore. She covered her face, took out the urine bucket, and went to the toilet in front of Aenarion. After repeating it several times, she fainted and collapsed on the bed powerlessly.

Inarion held the little nun, whose body was as limp as water, in his arms. The marble pillar drove straight into her anus, which had already been cleaned, and through the thin layer of flesh, it kept rubbing and hitting her delicate vagina and uterus.

This little nun had a very high perception attribute and her body was more sensitive than that of ordinary people. Even this kind of invasion of her anus brought her a strong stimulation far greater than her own masturbation. In a few seconds her eyes rolled back and she reached ecstasy with a cry of spring. Milky white liquid flowed all over her legs.

"You still say you are a pure virgin? How could you be so lewd that you feel pleasure when your anus is played with, and even orgasm after just a few strokes?"

Aenarion looked at the nun in his arms with amusement, picked up some of the love juice with his fingers, and rubbed it across her tempting red lips. Miriel became even more shy and her body became more wanton. She even subconsciously twisted her slender waist, rubbing it against her snow-white buttocks, and hitting the foreign object in her anus.

Aenarion grasped her slender waist and laid her on the bed in doggy style. The dark skirt slid down weakly, revealing a pair of white legs and two round buttocks. Then he continued to attack her anus. For a moment, the sound of flesh colliding, the obscene sound of water splashing, and the nun's wanton cries echoed back and forth inside the house.

It was unknown how long it was before Miriel's body and mind were completely satisfied. She wore a solemn and elegant nun's robe, but her breasts and vulva were exposed. She collapsed in a pool of lustful white liquid. The clergyman's clothes were covered with lustful liquid, and the two small mouths below were gushing with her and Aenarion's white liquid.

After such a life of debauchery, she remained a holy virgin and did not violate any of the rules of Christ.

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Chapter 155: Imperial Warmaster

After taking the dry road and sleeping with Sister Miriel, Aenarion received more than 20,000 silver coins in taxes from the church. The remaining 3,000 silver coins were used to pay the clergy. In July, he collected 43,000 in taxes, of which 37,000 were used to pay monthly salaries to his soldiers, workers, and civil servants. He didn't have much left, as he could never have too much money.

While Aenarion was worried about money and didn't know what to do, a big event happened in the north.

Skander, the king of the gold dwarves of Albania, accompanied them in the defensive counterattack. After defeating two Janissary legions, the morale of the gold dwarves was boosted and they were overjoyed. They tried to recover other parts of Albania and led their troops out of the fortress they were defending. They tried to recover other places. The mighty army of gold dwarves walked out of the mountain fortress.

This situation was discovered by the Lord of the First Legion, the King of the Six-Winged Knights, Ryan. She immediately led the entire First Legion to attack again and blocked Skander in the mountains.

Allah's female knight wore a fine plate armor as black as midnight. The edges of the armor were eroded with sulfuric acid to create exquisite patterns of vines and leaves, and then filled and outlined with gem pigments made of emerald, jadeite, and enamel. The whole armor was like an elegant work of art, extremely stunning and beautiful, but the back of the plate armor was empty, with only a few leather belts supporting the breastplate, exposing her smooth jade-like back. Her smooth and delicate ice-like skin and bones, like silk, outlined a series of dazzling and seductive curves.

Suddenly, six three-meter-long black wings, like a nightmare, emerged from her beautiful back and stretched out from the hollow plate armor. The sound of the wings beating the air was as terrifying as thunder. The whole person was like a black lightning that rushed into the sky! The shadow of the angel's six wings was cast on the heads of the dwarves.

Amid the creepy screams, the Dreadwing of the First Legion took the lead in launching the attack. This Angel Wing was composed entirely of mages and warlocks, who were extremely good at large-scale bombardment with spells. They were also responsible for most of the artillery. In an instant, hundreds of arcane fireballs rose up like stars, whistling through the sky, and fell in the center of the golden dwarf army like a violent storm! One by one, the flaming fireballs, in the deafening explosion, instantly exploded into a group of bright and beautiful flaming clouds, countless stars and fire points, dragging thick black smoke, spreading, flying, and splashing in all directions like fireworks.

Ryan pulled out a two-handed giant sword bestowed by the Sultan himself, soaring in the air to command the battle. Under her command, a large number of Hurricane Wing Cavalry, who were extremely good at assault and charging, rushed out of the pass in a mighty manner, and charged towards the gold dwarves amidst creepy war roars. All of them were wearing dark oriental armor or chain mail, wearing Turkic pointed helmets, and holding Westernized lances and kite shields in their hands. All of them rode on Asia Minor or Arabian horses, and the sound of horses' hooves crushing the earth was deafening!

Among these heavy cavalry formed by the Hurricane Wings, there are also the oldest and most elite Death Wing troops of the entire First Legion. The huge feathers adorning the sides of their helmets are rendered blood-red: this angel wing symbolizing death, each person is equipped with dozens of magical equipment, and is the most powerful wing in the First Legion! The weakest member of the Death Wing is also an eighth-level warrior who is qualified to be a Janissary company commander.

To join the Death Wing, one not only needs to have a long service time and extremely strong combat capabilities, but also must be a pure-blooded Janissary who has been trained through the collection of blood taxes.

Not only that, an extremely special Steel Wings unit was also mixed in behind the heavy cavalry: this angel's wing was composed entirely of the surrendered elves of the Eastern Roman Empire. Their predecessors were the elite of the elite in the cavalry of the Eastern Roman Empire's military district: the armored holy cavalry.

Although the number of magical equipment is not as good as that of the Death Wing, their triple armor protection is extremely terrifying. The innermost layer is a cloth armor woven with cotton and hard silk, the middle layer is a chain mail with strong stretchability and flexibility, and the outermost layer is a layer of heavy lamellae armor. Large pieces of metal plates are connected together with leather ropes, extending from the neck to the elbows and ankles. The forearms and calves that are not protected by the lamellae armor are still covered with wrist guards and shin guards woven with slats of armor, and further down there are iron gloves and iron boots. Thousands of pieces of armor are flashing terrifyingly in the sun!

Their helmets were pointed helmets made of iron, decorated with long scarlet tassels, with two to three layers of mail face guards that covered the entire face and mouth. The mail neck guard and face guard even hung down to the top of the chest, providing a certain degree of protection for the body, leaving only the eyes exposed. The protection for the head or neck was to the point of fear of death.

These were once the Eastern Roman armored cavalry, and are now the knights of the Steel Wings of the Ottoman First Legion. Their war horses were also covered with a layer of cloth armor woven from cotton and hard silk, and a layer of ziplock mail on the outside. Thousands of armor plates hung from the horse's back to the hooves, leaving only the eyes exposed to the air. Both men and horses were fully armored, and when they charged, thousands of armors swayed, and it was like a sea of ​​steel sweeping across the sky and earth!

Under the magical bombardment and fire cover of Dreadwing, the huge Hurricanewing heavy cavalry, the battle-hardened Deathwing elite veterans, and the Steelwing armored cavalry with extremely high armor, weight and charging potential launched a charge at the same time, like three heavy hammers, smashing hard on the gold dwarfs' formation!

Even though the enemy, under Skander's order, quickly assembled into a dense spear wall, they could only barely block the large number of Hurricane Wing Heavy Cavalry. They were helpless against the terrifying Steel Wings with high protection. Spears struck the triple armor of the Steel Wing Armored Cavalry, leaving sharp sparks, but were cut by the arc-shaped armor plates and could not cause any damage. They were torn apart by the Steel Wings with great force, destroying the entire line of defense!

And those elite veterans belonging to the Deathwing simply dismounted in front of the battle, turned into foot knights, and fought on foot. They were like a sledgehammer, heavy and slow, but very powerful, smashing the dwarf soldiers in the front row layer by layer.

At the same time, for

In pursuit of extreme speed, the unarmored Raven Wing Knights attacked rapidly, and bird-shaped beastmen wearing various black clothes screamed and fell from the sky! Wielding the Raven Hammer, they struck accurately and harvested important targets of the enemy.

Some Fire Wing members who were good at invisibility and assassination moved around the battlefield like ghosts, silently slitting the throats of the dwarves with daggers, killing them one by one in horror.

Under the joint attack of the First Legion and the six-winged troops of the Dark Angels, the dwarves who were good at urban offense and defense were no match in the wild. Fortunately, Skander trained his troops well and was able to hold his ground in such a harsh situation. He led the dwarf army to slowly retreat through the intricate tunnels, fortresses, and mountains in Albania, and brought the battlefield back to the tunnel warfare and defense warfare that he was good at.

Amidst the thousands of troops, Ryan, who had been flying in the sky, saw Skander, the most notorious Janissary traitor in history. The Empire taught him how to fight, so he used this stuff to fight against the Empire.

The short man, who was 1.5 meters tall and 1.5 meters wide, with muscles all over his body, was wearing a double layer of chain mail and a piece of gold-plated armor on the outside. Even his golden beard that fell to his waist was protected by an extra layer of chain mail. Under the sunlight, the whole person looked like a perfect sculpture cast in gold, shining.

In an instant, Ryan moved. The six black wings suddenly contracted, and the whole person tore through the sky like a meteor, swooping down with a scream, and the sharp tip of the sword pointed directly at Skander himself! The two-handed giant sword in his hand burned with a golden flame blessed by Allah, making the six-winged knight king soaring above the clouds as dazzling as the sun.

Dwarves are not known for their quick reactions. When Skander saw the golden dot in the sky, the golden flames on the sword had already occupied most of his vision! It was like a huge sun in the sky.

Seeing that he could not escape, Skander roared, drew out his war hammer and shield, and aimed at the Lord of the Legion who fell from the sky. The golden sword burning with the flames of Allah pierced through the heavy wooden and iron shield with a devastating force, and smashed the outermost layer of gold-plated armor. The downward force was relieved, but it was still unstoppable and pierced through two layers of chain mail in succession!

The burning tip of the sword, like a sharp branding iron, burned and melted his flesh and blood, and pierced straight into his chest! Burning his flesh and blood and internal organs!

Despite this severe blow, Skander did not utter a single scream, his beard still wet with blood. The axe of Grimnir in his right hand, wrapped in violent dwarf thunder, smashed heavily on the Knight King's lion helmet, which was decorated with huge blood-red wings on both sides and a lion carved on the front. With just one blow, the exquisite helmet with triple magic was smashed to pieces!

In an instant, countless beautiful long golden hair broke free from the constraints of the helmet and scattered in all directions, like a lion's golden mane. The shattered iron pieces of the helmet fell down like a rainstorm, revealing a heroic and beautiful face.

Ryan was knocked back two steps by the blow. The nearby dwarf guards immediately rushed up, protected their king in the middle, and retreated back to the dark tunnel.

"Ha! Osman's little girl! Feel honored! You have left a scar on the body of the great Skander! I will remember this vengeance!"

Skander spat out another mouthful of blood, and then recovered to normal under the treatment of the dwarf priest. He led the last group of dwarves into the mountains.

"Go back to your rat hole and regret it, traitor of the Janissaries! You almost left the first scar on the body of the Lord of the First Legion."

Ryan was not willing to be outdone and sneered coldly, and the strong wind blew her beautiful golden hair all over the sky.

So far, the Ottoman Empire and Albania had one win and one loss. The Dark Angels were indeed unable to capture their mountain fortresses, but Skander did not dare to lead his soldiers out of the sturdy castle to liberate other castles in his homeland for the time being. The two sides were deadlocked in the mountains of the Balkan Peninsula.

The Lord of the First Legion, the King of the Six-Winged Knights, Ryan, also won the battle against the other 17 legion leaders in the open and secret struggles because of his past achievements and the achievement of defeating Skander today. He got the reward he had always dreamed of: one of the seats in the Ottoman Empire's supreme Diwan Thirteenth Council, the head of the four sword-wielding Vichirs - the Imperial Warmaster! His power was above the other 17 legion leaders and the other three sword-wielding Vichirs, and he had the right to command all of them!

However, while she was intoxicated with the supreme power brought by the position of Warmaster, she had no idea that her own Captain of the 22nd Company, Ravenwing General Zahariel, and the Chief of New Recruits Luther El'Jonson had already begun to sow the seeds of rebellion in the legion she was so proud of.

Chapter 156: The Sister of Slaanesh

Aenarion looked at the battle reports of the First Northern Legion and Skander, as well as the news that Llane was promoted to Warmaster. He felt helpless and prayed that Luther and Zahariel's rebellion plan would go smoothly. He also continued to send some people to the north to build bastions, fearing that the lord of the First Legion, the Ottoman Empire Warmaster, would suddenly abandon Albania and come to fight him.

Then, due to the problem of too sparse population in his territory, his zombie pirates drove two ships and went to the sea to rob Muslim merchant ships every day. They took the caravan's cannons to strengthen the northern defense line and kept the money and goods to increase the inventory. In the past month, his two ships

The ship had eighty cannons, his own thousand-man army had twenty field guns, and the two castles ahead had ten cannons each.

Dealing with government affairs, training soldiers, researching intelligence, after a busy day of work, Aenarion went to the church to relax. Damn, I was 996 before I came here, and I was still 996 after I came here, so didn’t I come here for nothing? Things need to be busy, but fun should also be enjoyed.

Sister Mirielle also showed symptoms of a rapidly increasing happiness threshold after that incident, and now she has become even more depraved. On the surface, she is a dignified and holy nun, but secretly she is the most wanton and pleasure-seeking whore. She is willing to do tricks that some bitches are ashamed of and unwilling to play. In just one week, she has caught up with Artemisia's development progress.

Now, praying was not the only thing she did when she knelt, but no matter how lustful her heart was, her body was still the purest virgin.

At this moment, Mirielle had not yet finished get off work. She was still presiding over the Catholic Mass in front of hundreds of people under the shadow of the magnificent seven-story shrine.

Inarion found a place to sit down and waited for her to finish her work. However, the process was really boring. Inarion used a telekinetic throw to control the small toy on Miriel's body.

In an instant, the beads swallowed into her anus emitted a faint purple fluorescence, and began to wriggle up and down in her delicate intestines, rubbing her sensitive path through a thin layer of flesh. No one could have imagined that this dignified and holy nun had a puppy's tail wrapped around her buttocks, and this thing was fixed in her anus with a string of six beads.

Miriel blushed and glanced at Aenarion coquettishly, then continued to pretend to be holy as she presided over the last part of the mass.

Seeing that the girl could hold back, Aenarion sped up his attack, letting her sacred chanting mix with a hint of lewd gasps. Aenarion tested her limits, thrusting in and out while operating the beads to slam into her womb, causing Miriel to climax in the sacred and solemn church in full view of the believers! The lewd white liquid dripped down her beautiful legs wrapped in white silk and fell to the ground.

The little nun's legs trembled and she was a little unsteady on her feet. She used her huge breasts and slender arms to support herself on the sacred podium, so she did not fall down.

Some believers and priests looked at Miriel strangely, but Aenarion stopped playing with the little nun who was blushing because of shame. He let the six beads stay deep in the intestines and waited quietly for the end of the mass.