The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

"Oh, I understand." Helen sighed, looked up at Anderson and asked, "Anything else?"

Anderson's face was bitter. "They need a Roman emperor to come to Kiev so that they can protect the Roman people heading north."

"Oh... I understand." Helen suddenly thought of Irina's ending. She was invited by the Russians to become the queen, never married, and eventually died in the ice and snow to protect the new Third Rome.

If it were in the past, Helen might have lamented Irina's tragic fate.

Now that he and Irina have played and talked together and have become each other's last friends, he naturally doesn't want Irina to follow in the footsteps of her previous life.

The glory of being in that world of ice and snow may be recorded in history, but Irina is not necessarily accompanied by only desolation and swan songs.

There are new roads.

"I don't agree." Helen said seriously: "Irina must not go."

Anderson's expression became strange, as if asking, "Guess why I came to you."

Helen finally came to her senses and remembered that she should ask Irina herself whether she should go or not, instead of coming to him, the unworthy queen.

"Um... me?" Helen hesitated for a moment and pointed at herself. "Me?"

Anderson nodded slightly.

"Huh?" Helen tilted her head in surprise.

"The Russians specifically asked for you because your behavior at the port was so dazzling," Anderson said seriously. "They respect the strong."

"Is someone with skinny arms and legs like me a strong person?"

“The strong are not necessarily those who are strong in terms of strength.”

"I... I don't want to be an emperor. Don't they want to be one themselves?" Helen asked back, but after she said it, he understood.

The Russians were just a principality. If they wanted to become a nominally universal empire, they not only needed the title given by the church, but also a strong legal system to stabilize it.

And the ancient bloodline of Rome is the perfect fit.

Helen was not only famous, but also the Saint of the Church of Light, and she had both legal authority and legitimacy.

"These Russians are really calculating. How can I not go?" Helen replied, "I'm already the Empress of Rome. How can I possibly go to Russia and become the Emperor?"

"You're invited to be the empress." Anderson scratched his head. "After all, you're somewhat related now, considered a member of the Roman royal family."

"Um... legally speaking, there's no problem." Helen bit her nails. "As for the title of canonization... forget about those empty promises. I'm not going there. Uncle Anderson, the Patriarch knows I'm a man, right?"

Anderson nodded. "Yes, but the problem is that we are asking for help. On the entire continent... as you know, there are not many countries that believe in the Glorious Church anymore."

Helen closed her mouth quietly.

"You can refuse, but it will be a bit troublesome later." Anderson touched his chin and hinted, "After the Russians elect their own emperor, your position will be very awkward, and some bad things may happen if necessary."

"No, I refuse." Helen shook her head.

Although Ross survived the subsequent catastrophe, its extraordinary resources were scarce and it was unable to bear the greater conflicts in the future. For Helen, who was eager to gain powerful strength to return home...

Not a good choice.

Moreover, the Russian Empire was later surrounded by the gods of the virtual space, and life was extremely difficult. Irina was exhausted to death in the ice and snow.

The good days had to wait until the period of the Reconquista (players called it the Great Crusade), when the Eastern Ming and the Continental Alliance integrated their internal problems and launched their own Reconquistas to help share the pressure, giving the Russian Empire some breathing room.

Therefore, Ross's side is not a situation where he is bound to die, so you can completely ignore it.

"I understand. I'll go back and tell you the answer." Anderson said and looked around.

The priests around understood what was going on and made excuses to go out, leaving the huge church to Helen and Father Anderson.

"I expected you not to go. How are you going to leave here then?" Anderson bent down and looked Helen in the eye.

Helen patted her chest and said, "I'll take Eudocia's ship. I'll go with Eudocia when the time comes."

Anderson reached out and took off the crown on Helen's head. "Is it heavy?"

"It's not that it's not heavy." Helen shook her head slightly: "It looks good, but I don't like this thing."

"I think it's too heavy." Anderson cleaned the crown and put it back on Helen's head. "I think it's too heavy on your head."

Helen was in a relaxed state at the moment and did not understand what Anderson said. She just thought it was Anderson's concern for her.

"Don't worry, I will leave safely." Helen waved her hand: "Uncle Anderson, come with me when the time comes."

Anderson put the hat on Helen and then shook his head.

"Eh?"

"I received a mission to go north, and the west is the territory of the Holy Light Church. It's not easy for me to go there."

"But……"

"You're different. Although you're from the Church of Radiance, you're a saint invited by Jeanne." Anderson distanced himself from Helen again. "I'll remember to go to the Lion Agency when the time comes."

"I know. I've already received the invitation." Helen grabbed Anderson's hand. "Are you really not coming with me? It's safe here. The north... is too cold."

Anderson shook his head slightly. "I'm already the Vice President of the Inquisition. I can't leave the church alone. I came here today... to say goodbye to you."

Helen's pupils shrank slightly, and then she lowered her head.

"Helen, I look forward to the day we meet again. Remember to cover for me so I can continue drinking." Anderson smiled and pinched Helen's ear. "Natalie is a good child and worthy of trust."

Helen rubbed her eyes and said, "Really, Father Anderson, why are you talking like an old man?"

Anderson smiled calmly, took out a note from his pocket and handed it to Helen.

"This is?"

"We are at the Holy Light Church's station."

"Huh?" Helen looked up in surprise.

"Although we are not as developed as the Holy Light Church, we still have some tricks up our sleeves." Anderson turned around.

Helen showed a sly smile: "Don't worry, I will keep it well. When the time comes, we will work together from inside and outside!"

Anderson laughed and walked out of the church. "Okay, I'll check on your agent's mission then."

Helen tilted her head and looked at Anderson's departing back: "Bon voyage, Uncle Anderson."

"We'll meet again next time. It won't be long."

pat!

Natalie came out from the wall behind the icon.

"There are quite a lot of prospective fathers-in-law, but this one is good. At least he recognizes me." Natalie muttered.

Helen：???

"Natalie, what are you talking about? I don't understand." Helen was confused and didn't understand what Natalie was mumbling at all.

"Ah? Helen, don't mind it, I'm just complaining." Natalie waved her hand.

Helen sighed, "Oh, Natalie, let's go."

"Go? Where are we going?" Natalie asked.

Helen pointed to the west and said, "Let's go meet the oxen and horses that can turn the tide... No, the heroes who can turn the tide!"

"What did you just let slip?"

"No, you heard wrong."

"What does ox-horse mean?"

"Uh...don't ask me such dark questions."

……

Outside the city wall.

Chunjun and other guild players, as the first group of player representatives, rode the war horses they bought from their fellow villagers to the city gate and found that not only the city defense forces but also the people gathered there.

"Huh? Why are there so many people at the city gate?" Chunjun wondered.

Levi's heart was a little darker and more realistic. He said worriedly, "I feel like the Bronze Age in Triple X."

"You mean, they're pretending to welcome us, but they're actually waiting to get rid of us once we enter the city?" Victor's eyes widened. "Isn't this just the standard procedure of treating, beheading, and keeping us as dogs?"

"It shouldn't be that serious. What are you two thinking about?" Anna crossed her arms, looking speechless.

Levi waved his hand: "You don't understand the danger lurking here."

"Back then, that old thief, Miyazaki, harbored evil intentions and killed countless heroes. In my opinion, these game planners are no good and need to be constantly punished!" Victor spouted a bunch of crooked logic: "There's no reason why the crappy planners in this game wouldn't screw us over."

"That makes sense. I'll listen to the military advisor." Chunjun snapped his fingers. "But we still have to enter the city. Death is a minor matter, but losing my precious beacon of hope is a major concern."

Anna tilted her head and thought for a moment. "I always feel like you're overthinking things. You don't necessarily have to think from a game planner's perspective... And what game planner would think that way? Who's aiming to ruin the player experience?"

Victor touched his chin. "Hmm... the Baobai game, right? That Kodick back then..."

"I think we shouldn't go any further into this topic. If you're worried about a scam, put your valuables in your panel warehouse first."

The one who spoke was Claire. In addition to inspecting the city's defenses, she also came for equipment considerations.

Because the next war will inevitably revolve around the urban area, she, as the weapon forger, must conduct an on-site inspection to ensure the normal use of the weapons.

"Okay, then I'll put the beacon of hope in first." Chunjun adjusted the panel, then changed into a neat suit, looking carefree.

The people next to him followed suit and passed their guesses to the players behind them.

The players behind were all from other guilds. As the first group to come in, they were of course the smart ones. They immediately stored the Beacons of Hope in their hands and finally changed into a suit.

All of a sudden, hundreds of players changed into appropriate clothes, making them look more like they were coming to attend a dance rather than defending the city.

The city defense soldiers and civilians standing at the city gate were stunned at first, and then burst into cheers, almost scaring some players' horses.

"What's going on?" Victor scratched his head in confusion. "Why are they acting like they're welcoming us? Are we heroes?"

"Strange, I don't feel any hostility at all, and I don't even see any suspicious NPCs in the crowd. It seems like they are welcoming us into the city." Levi touched his chin.

"Never mind, let's enter the city!" Du Le urged Chunjun in front of him anxiously.

Chunjun shrugged, then straightened up and rode his warhorse slowly into the city, with the players following slowly behind.

As the horses' hooves touched the city gate, the people made way for them. Some of them came to the side holding baskets and said, "Heroes, have some food!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the players subconsciously tightened their grip on their weapons, but soon saw that the basket actually contained food, not weapons.

In fact, it is not their fault. These players have been fighting in large battlefields for many days, and their vigilance is completely raised. Their suspicious habit cannot be changed for the time being.

"Heroes, welcome to the city. Please forgive our enthusiasm. You have protected us. If you do not accept our kindness, we will not be able to explain ourselves to the world."

At this moment, Helen, riding a unicorn, came to the players under the guidance of Natalie.

"Oh my god, what a beautiful lady! Wait, that's my wife Helen!"

"So beautiful! This character model must have cost millions~"

"She's wearing a white wedding dress, holding a pure white staff, and she's not wearing shoes. She has an anklet on her right foot, and a single white silk stocking on her left leg... Whew! Brothers, I need to get off first."

With Helen's appearance, not only did she arouse cheers from the people and the city defense forces, but she also sparked discussions among the player community.

Chunjun subconsciously straightened his collar and rode forward on his horse.

This behavior immediately caused criticism from the surrounding players, with an attitude of "You want to touch my wife too?"

"Everyone, please follow me to the military camp, and we will discuss the plan next." Helen made a gesture of invitation.

When the players saw this, and saw how enthusiastic the people at the city gate and the city defense forces were, all their thoughts disappeared for a moment, and they followed Helen into the city.

Seeing this scene, Helen breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly.

Although the players are a group of very good cattle and horses, their shortcomings are also obvious. They are difficult to manage and are easy to rummage through boxes and cabinets. It is better to lead them to the military camp in the city for management.

Chapter 133: Helen's Blood Thirst