The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

"Oh no! I can't seem to hold on any longer." Helen felt dizzy after arriving at the battlefield.

The extraordinary seed broke out.

Helen slowly closed her eyes and finally fell to the ground.

Chapter 9: The Witch’s Knee Pillow~

When Helen opened her eyes, she was met with Natalie's worried gaze.

"You're awake, Sister Helen." Natalie breathed a sigh of relief.

Helen nodded blankly, then propped herself up and sat up, finding herself resting her head on Natalie's thighs.

When will the cycle of revenge end? It's one knee taking revenge on another, right?

"When I woke up, I saw you collapsed at the front door of the farm, so I wanted to wait for you to wake up." Natalie's glassy eyes showed a hint of joy. "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's just the side effect of eating the seeds." Helen shook her head and then closed her eyes. A lot of information poured into her mind like sea water.

Level 1 Charm Warlock.

[Beauty is a Troublemaker]: When releasing professional skills, there is a chance to trigger the desires of surrounding creatures.

[Psychic Charm]: Can control or secretly influence an intelligent creature with a lower transcendental level than oneself (control requires the other party's will to be depressed or weakened, or to be willing).

[Fire Charm]: Releases a purple fireball at the enemy, also effective against incorporeal creatures.

"He's a spiritual mage, but fortunately he finally has a way to attack." Helen sighed. At least he doesn't have to use a gun. His shooting skills are really touching.

Natalie blinked. "After I ate that, a lot of information and knowledge popped up in my mind. It seemed like magic?"

"Normal. This is the sign of entering the transcendent realm." Helen stood up. "After reaching level 3, any profession can choose a branch of that profession. Of course, that's a matter for the future. We're still far away now."

"Sister Helen, what are you going to do?" Natalie watched Helen pick up the hatchet next to her.

Helen pointed to the demon corpses not far away and said, "Dissect their bodies. Their horns, eyes, and nails are all useful."

Natalie's eyes widened, then she looked at the nun's uniform on Helen.

Could it be that nuns not only need to know how to shoot guns, but also how to dismember bodies?

"Those I'm talking about are all types of supernatural materials that can be used to craft supernatural props or weapons." Helen smiled sweetly. "Even if we don't use them, we can still make a fortune selling them. The Demon's Eye, in particular, can block supernatural auras."

When Natalie heard the word money, her heart began to beat faster.

So the two of them picked up knives and kerosene lamps and worked overtime to cut off all the treasures from the three demon corpses.

Finally, Helen ignited and burned the unwanted parts with her seductive fire.

Destroy the corpses and eliminate traces!

"Now the tail is cleaned up." Helen watched the three demon corpses turn into ashes, and her heart finally settled down.

Even if the church were to investigate, they would probably turn their attention to those three players.

He and Natalie, one is just a young and naive novice nun, and the other is a tragic reporter.

What does that have to do with killing demons?

"Six demon horns, one of which is severely damaged; three pairs of demon claws, three pairs of demon eyes, the inventory is complete." Natalie walked to Helen and said.

Helen nodded, turned to Natalie and said, "I remember the first-level witch has a magic space, right? You can put these things in it."

"Me? Of course I can, but shouldn't these belong to the church?" Natalie asked in confusion.

"What if I don't want to hand it in?" Helen simply stopped pretending and turned to smile at Natalie.

He didn't believe that the girl in front of him was really so pure and ignorant. After all, she was the famous Frost Witch in the future.

Natalie was silent for a moment, then covered her mouth and smiled.

"very funny?"

"No, I just didn't expect Sister Helen to be more greedy than me."

"I just want to survive in this world and then go home." Helen said somewhat sadly: "My father is not in good health. He is still waiting for me in the hospital."

Natalie didn't reply, nor did she continue to laugh, but just stared at Helen silently.

"Are you a student of Imperial High School?" Helen suddenly asked.

Natalie was startled, then smiled bitterly and said, "How did Sister Helen know?"

How do I know? I learned about your background story in my previous life.

"Your school uniform is in your farmhouse," Helen said tentatively.

"Did you see that when I was unconscious?" Natalie lowered her head slightly.

Helen didn't expect that she guessed it right, so she could only nod silently.

"Two years ago, my parents fell ill and didn't have enough money, so I had to subsidize the tuition." Natalie continued silently, "So I dropped out of school after one year."

"Do you regret it?" Helen asked softly.

Natalie's family is not poor. After all, they own a farm outside the city, which makes them a middle-class family no matter how you look at it.

But because of tuition and medical expenses, Natalie could not continue her studies, and in the end even her parents could not be saved.

This is Constantinople, or the abyss of the Eastern Roman Empire.

"I don't regret it. Mom and Dad left with a smile in the end. It's been a year, that's enough." Natalie closed her eyes. "Can I still keep this farm?"

"It's difficult. It's only a matter of time before the church finds out." Helen replied, "Don't underestimate any organization."

"What should I do next?" Natalie turned around and put the extraordinary materials into her magic space.

"Would you like to act with me?" Sister Helen tilted her head and smiled.

Natalie looked up and said, "Okay, but you have to agree to one condition?"

"What conditions?"

"I'll tell you after the show."

"Then I'll wait and see." Helen gave Natalie a nun's prayer.

Natalie reached out and flicked Helen's head.

"Hmm? What are you doing?"

"Helen...how about calling me sister?"

"Eh?"

"Because I'm taller than you."

……

Thirty-third Block Church.

Anderson sobered up and went to the church to get some water, but was stunned to find that there was no one there.

Where is Helen?

What about the delicate and lovely Helen?

Just as he was wondering if Helen was sleeping on that chair, he suddenly remembered that it was Brother Modes on duty, and he felt relieved.

Bang!

The church door was pushed open, and Helen in a nun's uniform and Natalie in a casual dress ran in.

"Helen? What... happened?" Anderson was confused when he saw this.

"The devil...the devil...appeared at Gray Farm," Natalie said tearfully.

Anderson opened his mouth wide at first, then shook his head, "Impossible, absolutely impossible, you are..."

"Father Anderson, I went out to buy kerosene... and then I met him and was rescued by an adventurer passing by." Helen ran to Anderson and took his left arm.

Anderson's brain went into a brief pause when he heard this. "Solved, solved?"

"The fire burned my entire farm to ashes." Natalie also ran to Anderson's side and, like Helen, grabbed Anderson's right arm. "Father, the battle between the adventurers and the demons has left me homeless."

Father Anderson was silent for a moment, then quickly broke free from the two men and ran to the weapons room. He took out the spare key from his arms and opened the door.

What caught the eye were the complete array of rifles and pistols, with the bullets neatly placed in the ammunition boxes, as if they had just been cleaned.

"What's wrong, Father Anderson?" Helen ran to Father Anderson with an anxious look on her face.

Anderson was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Helen and Natalie who followed behind.

"Father?"

"You two are not allowed to leave the church today." Anderson looked at Helen seriously. "Don't run around without my permission. It's very dangerous."

"I understand, Father." Helen closed her eyes and prayed.

Chapter 10: He knows everything and just wants to cover it up

"Do you think the two people downstairs are telling the truth?"

On the roof of the church on Thirty-third Street, the man in the black robe turned and asked the priest in the green robe beside him.

The green-robed priest saluted respectfully and said, "Respected High Priest, the fire at Gray Farm has been put out."

"So you mean to believe it?"

"Although there is indeed a blasphemous atmosphere there, these two people are indeed ordinary people. Moreover, there have been a large number of refugees and adventurers outside the city recently. I am more inclined to believe that they were accidentally involved."

"Am I concerned about demons?" The black-robed high priest turned to face the black-robed priest. "These are critical times. What I need is stability, and the stability of my people. This is a critical moment for my promotion to archbishop."

"I will work with the Empire to fully investigate this large number of refugees," the green-robed priest replied, "and will not implicate Your Excellency."

"That's all I understand. These are the real issues. Whether the demon is real or fake is unimportant. What matters is that it doesn't appear in Constantinople." The black-robed high priest turned and ordered, "You know how to write a report, right? And you know how to tell Father Anderson, right? Father Dmitri?"

"The Inquisition reports that bandits disguised as demons attacked a farm outside the city, but have been dealt with by passing adventurers." The green-robed priest saluted respectfully. "I will coordinate the remaining matters and transfer Father Anderson away to prevent any subsequent impact."

The black-robed high priest nodded with satisfaction, and his figure disappeared from the church, leaving Dmitri covered in sweat.

The next morning, at 33rd Street Church.

"Father Anderson, for your meritorious service in preaching and your dedication to our Lord, I have appointed you as the High Priest of the Friars. You are now to report to Hagia Sophia."

Dmitri handed Anderson a parchment letter of appointment wrapped in silk.

"Is this what the higher-ups mean?" Anderson looked at the green-robed priest in front of him, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"This means we're protecting you. If you weren't a Level 2, the High Priest wouldn't have spent so much to transfer you. Remember, you're his subordinate. If anything happens to you, we, the High Priest, will be implicated as well." Dmitri said gravely, "The Imperial Capital is no longer peaceful. The demonic energy is about to erupt. Some areas can be abandoned."

"Has the Patriarch's prophecy come true?" Anderson had a bad feeling when he heard Dmitri's next words.

"You don't need to know who you trust most here?" Dmitri leaned over and looked at Father Anderson who was kneeling on the ground.

"Helen...Oh no, Brother Modes." Father Anderson replied with his head down.

Dmitri narrowed his eyes, then opened them and continued, "You appoint them yourself. If the truth comes out, they'll be abandoned."

Anderson remained silent.

"Mercy is a gift from the Lord. Protect yourself so that you can better serve the Lord." Dmitri sat down. "Helen can live, as long as she is an ordinary person."

Anderson then humbly prostrated himself at Dmitri's feet.

Dmitri sighed. He and Anderson were both almost fifty years old and had spent their entire lives serving the church.

Who doesn’t want to have a sensible child?

But reality is reality.