The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

"We found it. Let's go back and digest it~" Helen opened her arms towards Natalie.

Natalie was stunned for a moment, then came over on her ice broom with a blushing face.

Looking at Natalie's expression, then at her legs rubbing against each other, Helen thought about the effect of [Beauty is a Trouble] and understood Natalie's feelings towards him...

"Natalie, you don't have to endure it. I told you... I will agree to all your requests."

Helen closed her eyes slightly, and her words hinted at something, her tone as gentle as a mother's.

Natalie, I will do whatever you ask me to do. I owe you so much.

Helen added silently in her heart.

Natalie on the other side blushed when she heard this: "Oh... well, I think... I, I, let's go back to the room and play Lute!"

She did not understand Helen's hint, and was secretly happy that Helen wanted to be with her.

She felt that love had to be developed gradually, and that she should slowly cultivate Helen's hobby of playing cards. Then she could be with Helen openly and choose a good day to confess her love!

Natalie lowered her head and happily played with the ends of her hair.

The civet cat watching from a distance shook its head in disappointment.

It couldn't bear to watch it anymore. A won in an instant. What was it hesitating about?

Helen: ...

Could it be that playing cards harmed her?

Chapter 82: Helen's mother doesn't care about playing cards, she only cares about you

Qingwa Manor, Upper Town of Constantinople.

"I wish His Royal Highness good health and everlasting success!"

In a luxurious hall, a group of Roman nobles toasted to Prince Julian, who was dressed in gorgeous purple clothes.

Prince Julian accepted everyone's congratulations with a smile.

"Ahahaha, today feels like a big family reunion for us. How happy!" Prince Julian raised his red wine glass with satisfaction. "Well, today is the happiest day of my life."

As soon as he finished speaking, he tilted his head back and drank it, prompting everyone present to follow suit.

As people were toasting each other and chatting, the stage curtain in the hall was lifted, and groups of girls in thin clothes walked onto the stage and performed a dance with a Roman flavor.

For a time, the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves.

Suddenly.

A well-dressed secretary approached Prince Julian and leaned over to whisper in his ear, "Your Highness, the diving competition at the seaside club has failed."

Prince Julian felt a tightness in his heart when he heard his secretary's words, but he still put on a smiling face.

"Everyone, I'm temporarily busy and have to excuse myself for a moment," Prince Julian called out to the crowd. "But don't let my absence ruin the fun. Keep playing and dancing!"

Everyone raised their glasses to him, offering either jokes or blessings.

Prince Julian's prestige and influence on the aristocratic community are evident.

Seeing everyone like this, Prince Julian turned around with a smile on his face, left the banquet hall, and went to a private room next door.

"What do you mean? The hypocritical sect failed?"

Prince Julian pressed a button on the wall of the room and activated the crystal soundproofing device.

"Yes, the news we received on the ship is that not only did all the attacking teams fail, but even..."

"Even what?"

"Even the black whale that Davis took out secretly is dead." The secretary saluted in fear.

"He even managed to get a Level 4 creature himself?" Prince Julian frowned. "That's even more impossible. Were any of them captured?"

He was more worried about being betrayed and exposed than the failure of the attack.

"Rusyat and Davis were both killed in action, and the Hypocrisy Cult... was captured." The secretary answered cautiously.

Upon hearing that the hypocritical believers had been captured, Prince Julian's face turned...

Great joy!

"Oh, it's okay. Hypocrites are the most stubborn." Prince Julian breathed a sigh of relief.

The secretary was still worried, "What if it's handed over to the Prime Minister's Ministry of Internal Affairs and a massive mnemonic trick is used..."

"Hmph, the hypocritical believers may be stupid, but they can even deceive their own people. When they are interrogated, they will definitely make things completely wrong." Prince Julian put his hands behind his back and looked up. "They are very good at modifying their own memories."

The secretary thought about it and agreed.

Even if the captured hypocritical believers accuse us, as long as there is no evidence, it is all slander.

Taking a step back, the army is on the march outside, and the troops in the city are inclined towards Prince Julian. Do you, an old prime minister, dare to arrest him?

The secretary, who had figured everything out, also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, tell me the situation in detail." Prince Julian sat in the office chair.

The secretary then recounted the battle at sea, saying that due to the loud noise, some parts of the battle could be observed.

"I didn't expect Helen to be so strong?" Prince Julian frowned. "Was Davis subdued as soon as he entered the room?"

"That's what our seers said. They couldn't observe the specific battle scenes," the secretary replied. "But what we can confirm is that Helen is a Level 3 nun."

"Hmph, I know that without even having to guess." Prince Julian stood up angrily. "It's strange that a nun could unite the royal family and foreign saints."

Although he was extremely angry, he was a local tyrant after all, so he quickly started to think about the doubts.

He had naturally investigated Helen's background, or rather, he had information about almost everyone who attended the tea party.

How could a refugee's child possibly come into contact with royal relatives?

"Could it be that the church has secretly established a special organization?" Prince Julian suddenly thought of something. "Similar to the Funeral Orders in Western Europe?"

"Your Highness is wise," the secretary complimented. "The Hypocritical Church has also made the same guess and asked how..."

"Wait a moment." Prince Julian's mouth curled up wildly when he saw a letter of opinion from the church on the table.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?"

"In two weeks, Archpriest Basilis will be promoted to Archbishop. According to custom, the church must also recommend a candidate saint."

"Candidate Saint?" The secretary was puzzled. "Although a candidate Saint doesn't necessarily have to have meritorious service, she must be recognized by the royal family, the church, and a large number of nobles before she can be canonized as a candidate Saint. Among them... she must be a nun of the Church of Light."

"Indeed, I would like to recommend Sister Helen." Prince Julian took out a quill and wrote the name "Helen" on the proposal. "This is a good opportunity to test the Church's attitude and get a feel for its bottom line."

……

Jackdaw, room 211.

"Ah!"

Helen, who was sitting on the bed, sneezed and then quickly covered her mouth with a handkerchief on the bedside table.

"Are you catching a cold?" Natalie looked away from the Lute card in her hand and looked at Helen opposite her.

Helen waved her hand, "It's okay."

After he finished speaking, he sighed silently in his heart.

He felt like a girlfriend accompanying her boyfriend to build a Gundam.

I also understand those funny stories from my previous life, where a woman put her black stockings on her boyfriend's arms, but it didn't arouse any interest in him. Instead, he was concentrating on playing cards.

Maybe Natalie has also entered that state?

Or maybe I'm too narcissistic. I'm not handsome and I look like a girl, so it's normal that Natalie doesn't like me.

While Helen was secretly complaining, Natalie happily played the cards in her hand.

"The Dark Witch attacks directly and defeats your candidate Saint, and your health points are reduced to zero."

After she finished speaking, Natalie danced with joy.

She had just played several games with Helen and had not lost a single one. The joy of continuous victory suppressed her physical desires.

So, not only was she happy, she even wanted to play a few more games with Helen.

Now, not only does he have to beat Helen in the card game, he also has to hug Helen tightly at the wedding, and finally take Helen's virginity in bed.

She planned it so carefully.

Seeing Natalie's happy face, Helen's depressed mood disappeared.

Forget it, as long as Natalie is happy, let her decide whatever she wants.

"Natalie, this is a golden apple." Helen took out the golden apple donated by Rusyat from her arms. "When you reach level 3, this thing will enhance your skills."

"Oh, this is the golden apple you mentioned last time, right?" Natalie took it.

"Well, the seeds in your body are almost germinated now. Eat the level 3 seeds this week to complete the flowering." Helen gently reached out and touched Natalie's head.

Natalie squinted comfortably.

dong dong!

Just when the two were feeling warm, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Helen withdrew her hand.

"it's me."

Avila's cold voice came from outside the door.

Chapter 83: Helen's Mother's Tolerance? The First Embrace of Blood

"Hey? Is Avilia here to play cards too?"

Natalie heard the sound outside the door and was immediately filled with doubts.

Helen covered her face with one hand, not wanting to talk to the card-crazy Natalie at all.

"No, I want to talk to Helen alone about something. It's about the cooperation with my mother."

Ivilia's voice came from outside the door.

Natalie puffed her lips slightly, turned her head to look at the sky, and thought it was getting late, and it would not be a good idea to bother Helen any more, so she turned to Helen and said, "I won't bother you."

Helen nodded slightly and rubbed Natalie's head gently, secretly sighing that Natalie was sensible.

Natalie narrowed her eyes and made a sound similar to Fufu.

The two of them snuggled together for a while, and Natalie's card addiction subsided. She yawned, put on her shoes, walked out of the bedroom, and came to the corridor, where she saw Ivilia guarding the door.

"Hey, vampire girl... Do you feel anything after the battle?" Natalie quietly closed the door and asked seriously.

Ivilia tilted her head expressionlessly, "What does it feel like?"

Natalie's lips curled up slightly. "I see, is it a distance issue? That's good."

"What's good?" Ivilia tilted her head, looking very confused.

"Nothing, huh~ It seems I'm the only one who will be affected~" Natalie put her hands on her hips, turned around and left, walking towards her room.

Ivilia blinked, turned around and pushed the door open.

"Does the madam have any cooperation requirements?" Helen sat on the bed and put on her socks.

Because stockings wear out too quickly, he chose white lace socks that were a little more pleasing to the eye.

There was no other way. The clothes I brought had been completely destroyed by Eudocia, and the only ones I had on were those given to me by Natalie. I could only make do with the socks provided in the wardrobe in the room. They didn't look new, and I had no idea whose socks they belonged to...

But there is nothing we can do. The nights at sea are so cold, and there are icebergs floating on the sea nearby.

"No, I lied." Ivilia stared at Helen expressionlessly.

Helen looked at Ivilia in surprise, "Huh?"

"I'm not feeling well." Ivilia's originally calm expression turned hazy. "I asked my mother... and she said... I'm lacking blood."