The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

For both public and private reasons, she didn't want to hand Helen over.

Helen is Roman and hers!

"Respected Roman Emperor, I think you should be clear about this. Do you really want me to bring this back?" The goblin diplomatic envoy answered politely.

Irina took a deep breath and immediately stood up. "This, this is our answer!"

"Even if this reply brings war?" the goblin diplomat replied meaningfully.

Irina pursed her lips.

"Yes," Eudocia replied forcefully, "and now that you are within Roman territory, what else is there to discuss?"

"That's really interesting!" The goblin envoy stroked his chin. "I wonder if this is the opinion of the Roman royal family, or the opinion of all of Rome?"

After he finished speaking, the goblin envoy glanced at the noble ministers on his left and right.

All the noble ministers who were glanced at by the goblin diplomatic envoys lowered their heads or looked away. In short, they refused to look at or speak to them.

"Hmph, then I'll take my leave. I hope I can be as tough as you on the battlefield."

The goblin envoy said this and walked away.

The departure of the goblin ambassador left the court silent for a long time, until Irina stood up and glanced at the hesitant ministers with dissatisfaction.

"I hate you guys the most!"

Irina, who had no political experience, shouted to the ministers in public.

The ministers remained silent.

"I think we should follow the plan of the Hundred Flowers Saint and continue to strengthen the city's defenses while waiting for reinforcements from the European countries."

Ivilia's father, Enfys, stepped forward to give advice.

Seeing that someone was giving her a way out, Eudocia immediately stepped forward to make up for Irina's unwillingness and mistake.

"Very good, continue to follow the original national policy. If anyone has any objections to today's events, you can discuss your opinions privately." Eudocia also stood up.

Nero, who was sitting on the throne on the right, stood up impatiently.

He and his two sisters actually had nothing to discuss.

He would not surrender. After all, his uncle Julian surrendered earlier than him, and he would definitely not have a good ending if he went.

But there is really nothing to be nostalgic about in Rome right now. Many wealthy people in the imperial capital have begun to transfer their assets and leave by boat. For him, the importance of Constantinople is gradually declining.

It would be better to go to the Venetian Federation, accumulate strength, and start the plan of national restoration as soon as possible.

"Hmph, you are not allowed to be a traitor or a villain!" Seeing that her sister was standing up, Irina bravely looked around at the nobles in the palace.

Most of the nobles and ministers did not look up at each other, but just bowed and said goodbye.

And so, this time Congress ended in silence.

Rome was once again divided. Just a letter of proposal from a goblin made the Roman high-ranking officials have illusions about surrender.

Eudocia returned to her bedroom and sat down on the bed tiredly.

"What should I do?" Eudocia covered her forehead with one hand. "Dad, Mom, Uncle, Helen, what should I do... Helen? Wait, Helen!"

Thinking that she still had someone to rely on in her heart, Eudocia immediately sent someone to invite Helen into the palace.

……

Frontline trenches.

Helen hung up the communication crystal, sighed, raised her head and asked Natalie:

"Have all the nuns from the village come?"

Natalie, who was sitting across from him, nodded. "Not only are they all here, but there are also nuns in the city who responded."

"Okay." Helen turned to look at Luca from the Bloody Hand Gang. "Your boss still owes me two favors. Can I use them now?"

Because Marco heard that he had left the city and was worried about his safety, he specially sent Luca to protect him and also act as a contact.

"The boss said that even if you want to command the entire Blood Hand Gang, we have to do it!" Luca said seriously.

Helen wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "No need to be so exaggerated."

"Miss... no, sir, this is the boss's personal instruction." Luca knelt on one knee. "If you don't agree, it will be difficult for us."

Helen sighed and then shouted, "Didn't I remember you were taking over the assets of the Grey Gold Gang?"

Luca nodded.

"Rather than waiting for Rome to fall into the hands of the goblins, we should make full use of it." Helen whispered, "Take out those empty magic crystals."

"Magic crystal? Is it the kind that can store a level 1 magic?" Luca asked.

Helen nodded.

Natalie next to her suddenly realized, "Helen, you asked those nuns to come here so that they can use elementary healing techniques to store magic crystals?"

"Yes," Helen said with a smile, "After storing skills in this magic crystal, any subsequent input of magic power can trigger the stored magic effects."

It is equivalent to engraving a formula into a magic crystal. People who use it in the future only need to import the numbers (magic power) to use it.

"These are usually used by adventurers. If their use were expanded, it would indeed facilitate self-healing for frontline soldiers." Luca stroked his chin. "But we only have 3,000 of these crystals, so the supply might be insufficient."

"That's enough. Please ask Mr. Luca to help me transport it." Helen tilted her head and showed a cute smile.

Luca's old face turned red, he pretended to cough a few times, and then left the trench.

"Natalie, I'm going to the palace now. I'll leave this place to you." Helen turned to Natalie and said solemnly, "I'll see if I can get some more magic crystals from the Roman authorities."

Natalie put one hand on her hips, "Absolutely no problem."

"Remember, put all these stored magic crystals in one place and wait for me to come back and get them." Helen raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

Natalie smelled a scent of crumbs, so she asked with a smile, "You're not going to give it to those outsiders?"

"I'll give it to them, but they have to pay a price if they want it!" Helen whispered in Natalie's ear.

Natalie, with a rare good conscience, replied, "It's not good to ask for money during wartime, is it?"

"One silver coin each, ten times cheaper than in the city." Helen shrugged. "Use the magic crystals for elementary healing to buy them. I and some second-level nuns will use the remaining 1 to make magic crystals for intermediate healing."

Natalie raised an eyebrow, "You're not selling these?"

"Well, Natalie, you understand me." Helen raised her finger and lifted Natalie's chin. "These are rewards for the bravest people who play... the outsiders."

Natalie blushed slightly and looked away: "Then why do we need to build a medical center?"

"To stimulate consumption~" Helen withdrew her hand, a hint of seduction flashing in her emerald eyes. "Our treatment is free, but it takes a long time to treat one person, and we have to stop to rest and replenish our magic power. So... the people behind us have to wait in line."

Natalie called it despicable.

Helen smiled indifferently, but he didn't finish his words.

Because players who cannot receive treatment are anxious to go back and gain points, it is possible that they spend money to buy a magic crystal that can be used for low-level healing for a long time.

Moreover, players have their own nurses, so their medical needs are actually not that great.

You spend time healing players, and they still think you are delaying their ability to gain points. It would be better for them to die and start over. Anyway, the [Beacon of Hope] has refreshed the resurrection time to one minute.

In Helen's eyes, players are just useful two-legged oxen and horses, and in the past few months, players must have had a few coins in their pockets.

Can't Helen squeeze some gold out of the players?

Now is a good season for squeezing gold~

"When Dimi comes over later, remember to give this to her." Helen took out eight small [Beacons of Hope] from her arms.

Natalie reached out and took it, "What are these?"

"Just give the outsiders what they need." Helen looked up and said, "Calculating the time, it's time for these players to come and claim their prizes."

……

"OK, brothers, I got the Beacon of Hope. Our guild is basically established..."

Chunjun, standing in the trench, worked very hard to promote his own guild in the live broadcast room, and thanked the audience who sent rockets.

Levi, who was standing aside, turned off the live broadcast room. Since the boss was broadcasting live, he should give others space.

The fact is just as Chunjun said. The eight major guilds in their region have obtained the [Beacon of Hope] respectively, which has surpassed players in other regions. For example, players far away in the New World and England are extremely envious.

I only regret that I am not a Roman.

As a result, the number of players in their area increased instantly. Fighting two or three Verdun battles was not a problem, but the problem was...

"The official didn't even say when the goblins attacked." Leviton felt puzzled.

No matter what game it is, the official will announce the event time, for fear that players will forget it. But this game is the opposite. They don’t say anything at all, just say that it is coming, which makes people excited.

It is precisely because of this reason that the number of players online fluctuates, causing dissatisfaction among the trench personnel.

Only some guild players will take turns going online according to the rules and regulations.

"I'm going to browse for a while and then log off. Even though tomorrow is the weekend, it's tiring to be online all the time."

Levi stretched, turned around, climbed out of the trench, and strolled to the west.

He has a habit of appreciating the scenery here.

The scenery here is so real that even the food tastes almost the same as in reality. However, the official not only does not promote this advantage, but even the players themselves are designed not to have to eat or go to the toilet, but can do such things, and there is a strange online restriction.

The official game regulations stipulate that each player can only play for a maximum of nine hours within 24 hours, under the pretext of "preventing players from becoming addicted."

This online restriction was recently introduced, and it instantly made a hardcore anchor like him feel uncomfortable.

"Well?"

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Levi spotted a rabbit running in the green forest on the road.

"Let's log off and have a meal." Levi licked his lips and, relying on the strong physical strength brought by the warrior, quickly caught the rabbit in the jungle.

Just as he killed the rabbit and was about to set up a grill, he suddenly heard voices and footsteps behind him.

"Where did the rabbit we were chasing go?"

As Levi turned around, two fully armed soldiers came into his sight.

Two soldiers who pushed through the jungle also found Levi.

Both sides were silent for a while.

"Are you the city defense troops here?" Levi slowly reached for the sword at his waist with his right hand.

"Of course, we are on routine patrol!" A soldier scratched his head with a smile, but his eyes were darting in a certain direction.

"The patrol is over ten kilometers away, right?"

Levi dropped the rabbit and charged forward with his sword drawn.

"Catch their tongues! These are barbarians!" The two soldiers drew their muskets and fired.

bang——

bang——

With two gunshots and a flash of white light, two rebel soldiers fell to the ground.

"puff--"

Blood flowed from the corner of Levi's mouth, and he looked down at his body pierced by a sword.

"You are a good transcendent who can kill people in front of me. It's a pity that you are only a first-level one."

An armored goblin pulled the sword out of Levi's body, the white knife went in and the red knife came out.

"Damn it, three against one, and they're hiding in the bushes." Levi fell to the ground unwillingly and turned into pieces.

"Hmm? It seems these outsiders may indeed be similar to the virtual space."

A gearman emerged from the brush and circled around where Levi had fallen.

"What's so strange about that? Two days after a demon or even a siren dies, they'll turn into a pool of foul-smelling liquid." The goblin transcendental scout scout disagreed. "Once dead, they're truly dead. Could it be that these outsiders are the same as the beings in the Void Realm? Can only be expelled?"

He already felt humiliated for being a scout for the human servant army, and now he had to be pointed at by the gear people.

"It's hard to say. There have been reports of sightings of outsiders all over the world. It could be the work of the Void." The Gear Man said uneasily, "Fortunately, these people aren't very dangerous and are easy to kill. Their strength is generally not very high."

"Hmph, just as your majesty said, these barbarians are nothing but chickens and dogs," the goblin scout officer said arrogantly, "Only the one I just killed was good enough."