The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

Natalie smiled slightly, jumped down from the edge of the barrel, and stood on the grapes in the barrel. "Come on up, this barrel is very big, there is still half space for three people to lie down."

Helen snorted, took off her little nun's leather shoes, and freed her jade feet wrapped in black stockings.

Maybe it was because she was too tired from running, or what, but the black stockings were emitting visible white steam, and a sour mint-like smell mixed with the faint scent of white roses rushed straight into Natalie's nostrils.

"Um... come on, come up." Natalie looked aside with a flushed face.

Helen didn't notice Natalie's expression, but just climbed up the ladder with a little discomfort.

pat!pat!

Wet and a little sticky.

This is how Helen feels about her feet, but due to regulations, she can only step on the grapes...

Damn~

The ultra-thin and transparent black silk stockings of the pink feet stepped on the grapes, splashing a lot of grape juice that stuck to Helen's black stockings. Mixed with the sweet sweat that flowed out of Helen but was not breathable, it formed an indescribable strange fragrance, a bit like the smell of dried roses and mint mixed together.

"If it's uncomfortable, just take off your stockings. When I stepped on them just now, they were soaked in too much grape juice, and they are getting heavier the more I stepped on them." Natalie looked at Helen's face, and thought of her pale cheeks in the morning, and she felt a little worried.

Helen waved her hands, then raised her feet and stomped wildly.

Because the movement was too fast, a large amount of grape juice splashed everywhere, making Natalie's nun uniform all over.

Natalie was not angry but happy, and followed Helen to stomp on the grapes. In a moment, all the grapes in the barrel were defeated and turned into rotten grapes under Helen and Natalie's black and white stockings. The barrel was full of grape juice, which could be described as "a lot of corpses".

After a while, Helen missed a step, performed a wrestling move on the spot, and fell into the grape juice water.

"Hahaha!" Natalie pointed her finger at Helen. "Helen, you keep calling others trash, but you're one yourself."

Helen, who was lying in the grape juice, simply soaked in the grape juice and buried the lower half of her face in the grape juice, blowing bubbles, leaving only a pair of resentful eyes staring at Natalie.

Natalie was completely unaware and was completely immersed in the joy of "the younger sister defeating the older sister".

"Helen, where's the Centaur deck you gave me?"

"what?"

"Where's my Centaur deck?" Natalie bent down and looked down at Helen. The peak that was infinitely close to a C also looked round against the tight nun's skirt.

Hearing about the card deck, Helen couldn't help but feel resentful, and immediately took off the black silk over-the-knee socks on her right foot.

Natalie blinked.

Helen was silent for a moment, then raised her head slightly, recalled her previous dance moves, and gently lifted her right foot.

The plump pink toes and the snow-white, silky soles suddenly came into view, which made Natalie lose her mind for a moment.

"Natalie, don't you have better things to do than deck building?"

Helen didn't push forward with her right foot, but lowered it and used her toes and instep to scratch Natalie's chin and cheeks.

Natalie swallowed and leaned forward slightly.

Helen watched Natalie approaching, and she became nervous, but she also felt touched that she was finally recognized.

If Natalie makes a request, I... I must agree.

The more Helen thought about it, the redder her face became. Her right foot unconsciously lifted Natalie's chin, and the anklet on her ankle made a silver bell-like sound.

At this moment, charm and holiness miraculously did not conflict with each other, but complemented each other.

Natalie's confused look instantly became clear after being hooked by Helen, and she looked at Helen with scrutiny.

Helen was stared at by Natalie so directly that she looked away a little embarrassedly.

As a boy, should I take the initiative later?

Is this the way it should be? But this is a church, so it's not appropriate. It's also okay to kiss first.

Then I took the opportunity to invite Natalie to my room...

Well, Helen, believe in yourself, you can do it.

Just as Helen was trying to convince herself and make plans, Natalie reached out her hands...

Pressed Helen's right foot.

"Huh?" Helen looked up at Natalie in surprise.

Natalie bent down with a smile and pinched Helen's chubby cheeks with both hands, "Helen, you are cute."

A faint blush appeared on Helen's face.

"What a pity, I know you were teasing me, huh~" Natalie pinched Helen's cheek proudly.

Helen blinked blankly.

"Sorry, my mission is complete. Senior Sister Helen, please finish stepping on the remaining grapes." Natalie released her hands, stood up and walked towards the stairs. "Remember to buy me a new deck."

As soon as she finished speaking, she climbed down the stairs, took off her white silk stockings that smelled of orange and grape juice, put on nun shoes, and walked towards the church.

She felt that everything had to be done slowly, and Helen's behavior just now was definitely a provocation to her, so she did not put her desire into action.

Maybe there were people around who were staring at Helen, such as Ivylia who only had B, but she was the one who stayed with Helen the longest.

Helen, I love you!

But ah... I want to grow you into a ripe apple, and then choose the best day...

I will eat you and turn you into my wife.

As a witch, Natalie innocently imagines her future plans.

But Helen, a nun, regretted her previous seduction.

"I'm so stupid~"

Helen lay in the wine barrel, looking at the clear blue sky with empty eyes.

"Are my hints not obvious enough? Or do you really not like me?" Helen tilted her head slightly and looked at the grapes that were so close to her. She had no idea what Natalie was thinking.

Natalie, when will you punish me so that I can feel at peace with myself and atone for my sins?

"More importantly, where can I find a Centaur deck for her?"

Helen put her head in her hands and rolled around in the wine barrel.

……

Bloody Hand Gang, underground base.

"You mean to let me use all the gang's foreign business channels to find you the latest version of the Lute card deck?" Marco looked at Helen with a complicated expression.

Helen, dressed in a black robe, nodded expressionlessly.

"You... like playing cards?" Marco stroked the big orange cat in his arms.

Helen shook her head and immediately stretched out her hands towards Marco.

Marco seamlessly let go of the big orange cat in his arms and let it twist and turn and run into Helen's arms.

"I don't like it." Helen stroked the big orange cat in her arms, healing her heart that was hurt this morning.

Marco was sixty years old after all. After thinking about it for a while, he figured out the reason and looked at Helen again.

"That's no problem, but do you need some advice from me as someone who's been through it?" Marco looked at Helen with helplessness in his eyes.

It's like the helplessness and resentment an old father would feel when he sees his always well-behaved and virtuous daughter suddenly spend all her pocket money on a ghost-like yellow-haired boy.

"No need, I can handle it myself." Helen shook her head slightly.

Marco snapped his fingers. "I want to see this... Centaur deck appear on my desk before tonight."

The secretary behind him saluted Marco, then walked to the door and said to the guards on both sides of the door, "The boss has ordered that we find a new Centaur deck for the guests."

"Yes!" The two guards on the left and right ran downstairs.

"The boss has ordered us to find a new Centaur deck for our distinguished guest."

The guards shouted down the hall.

Everyone in the hall, whether they were sitting at the bar drinking or at the table playing cards and smoking, stood up.

"The boss has ordered us to find a Hearthstone deck with the latest Centaur cards for our daughter."

"Our Blood Hand Gang daughter wants a Hearthstone's latest Centaur deck."

……

As the information became more and more distorted, by the time it reached the ears of the minions outside the base, it basically became the latest Centaur deck that the boss's daughter wanted for Hearth Special.

After a while, a henchman respectfully placed a brand new Centaur deck on Marco's desk, "Boss, this is for the young lady."

After hearing this, not only Marco, but even the secretary couldn't hold back any longer. They quickly drove the confused henchman out, then bowed to Helen with an apologetic look on their face, "I'm sorry, I just talked nonsense, please don't take it to heart."

"Uh, no, it's okay." Helen didn't know how to answer.

Marco coughed embarrassedly, then rubbed his hands together and pushed the Centaur deck on the table in front of Helen, "See if it's right."

"Oh, thank you." Helen took the box, opened it and looked at the cards. Based on her memory, she confirmed that this was indeed the Centaur deck.

"Our Blood Hand Gang is doing very well right now. Ever since we inherited the Grey Gold Gang's legacy, we've become the leaders of the underworld," Marco explained bluntly. "But don't worry, we haven't gotten involved in the trafficking and drug business. The Holman Searle Gang has taken over."

"This is your gang's business. You don't have to tell me. It would be bad if I leaked it." Helen put the deck away.

Marco looked embarrassed when he heard Helen say that, but he quickly calmed down and said, "Anyway, you've helped us a lot. After... calculations, we still owe you three favors."

"Three favors?" Helen raised her head slightly.

Marco nodded slightly.

The secretary's mouth twitched slightly.

If you want to pamper me, just say so.

"Oh, I see..." Helen looked up and thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered Uncle Moore and Aunt Leila on 33rd Street, as well as those enthusiastic neighbors.

"Here's a check worth fifty gold coins." Helen took out the check from Ivilia from her bosom and said, "Do something within your ability for the people in the lower city."

"Huh?" Marco was surprised.

"It's hard to exchange the money in the Imperial Bank for gold coins. It can only be exchanged for paper money. I only like gold and silver coins." Helen turned her head and looked aside.

Marco crossed his arms. "That's fine. The question is... what do you want to do with this huge sum of money for the people, or rather, what do you want to do for the people from First Street to Thirty-fifth Street?"

Helen was startled, then stood up and said, "Let's convert it into food for the people, under any name, even though it's just a drop in the bucket."

If Ivilia gave Helen gold coins instead of a check, she would not give it to her.

Because the life of the Eastern Roman Empire has entered the countdown, the paper bills that need credit endorsement... are like waste paper to Helen.

Instead of doing this, it would be better to convert it into supplies and give back to the neighbors who have been good to him.

"Did you get any news?" Marco was a big shot in the underworld after all, and he quickly figured out the situation.

Helen was silent for a moment, then turned and walked out of the office.

"I remember you have a branch in your hometown of Naples. I suggest you go back and develop it sooner rather than later."

As soon as the words fell, Helen's figure disappeared at the door.

The secretary standing in the room looked at Marco and said, "Boss, we..."

"Book the nearest boat tickets and have all the family members of the gang go to Naples. If anyone doesn't want to go, take some money from the gang's treasury as a subsidy."

Marco's expression became serious, his eyes revealing fear and worry about the future.

"Boss, is this...is the situation that serious?"

Those who can become secretaries are not stupid and they will quickly associate them with bad things.

"Use all available means to immediately investigate what's happening on the Imperial front." Marco hugged the restless orange cat on the table. "We must also make plans for evacuation."

……

It was already evening when Helen returned to the monastery.