The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

Joan of Arc thought that the 33rd Street Monastery was indeed closer than the embassy, so she had no choice but to agree to go to the heretic monastery for cleansing.

He actually had no interest in the dispute between the two religions of Glory and Holy Light, but was only influenced by the current situation.

And so, Helen and Joan of Arc arrived at the city gate at dusk.

Because the sound of artillery fire outside the city was too obvious, the new city defense troops were no fools and quickly entered a state of martial law.

"Stop, pass!"

A tall and strong city defense soldier stepped forward to stop Helen and Joan of Arc.

Helen and Joan of Arc took off their hoods together, revealing their true faces.

"Oh my God!" The guard collapsed and sat on the ground.

How come the Candidate Saint of the Church of Glory and the Saint of the Church of Holy Light are together?

"Let him go, we have important matters to deal with!" Helen shouted directly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out the pure white staff and showed his power.

The guards immediately opened the gates and let Helen and Joan of Arc into the city.

Logically speaking, Helen and Joan of Arc could not enter the city, but the impact was too great.

Because the two people's actions together have such profound political implications, many forces are wondering whether this is the beginning of the convergence of the East and the West?

However, these are not what Helen and Joan of Arc care about. What they care about is to quickly eliminate the influence of the unicorn.

They don't want to be bitches.

……

Goblin tent.

"Niang Xipi (Roman), I don't understand why this position called Point A is a place where we will die without a burial, as if it is a place where there is no hope of survival."

Julian put down the casualty report in his hand.

In just one day, there were nearly two thousand casualties, but the position was not taken.

What a shame!

"How about we ask the goblins for more artillery support tomorrow?" asked a close confidant of the extraordinary.

"Hmph, no need." Julian sat down, arms folded. "Prepare my armor. At daybreak, I will lead the team myself."

The many nobles who had taken refuge in the tent looked at each other in confusion.

"Don't worry, these lowly outsiders are just relying on their defensive advantages." Julian said grimly, "They are weak themselves. Transcendents are weaker than us in combat."

"Do you need support from within the city?" asked a noble.

Julian stroked his chin. "Not all of them. Otherwise, after the siege, I'll have one less bargaining chip to negotiate with Lei Xin."

"Maybe the downtown area will work." A man in a purple robe said with a smile.

Everyone looked at him, and when they saw the obscene pattern printed on his robe, the nobles moved away.

Desire cultists.

"Okay, cause a riot and delay possible reinforcements from the city." Julian suddenly smiled.

Upon hearing this, the Desire Cultists were overjoyed.

"Haha, Your Majesty Julian, please witness our might! We will surely corrupt the two saints within the city! Hehehe, become my lord's playthings and wives!"

The Desire Cultist put his hands into his ears and trembled.

Chapter 111: The helpless nun sacrifices herself for the witch

33rd Street Monastery, bathhouse.

Wow!

The warm water from the shower head splashed on Helen's beautiful hair and fair skin, washing away the sweat on her body and the mental fatigue, but the sensitivity of her skin could not be washed away no matter what.

The surrounding environment seemed to sense Helen's inner thoughts. The warm water from the shower flowed along her delicate and smooth skin to her exposed white legs. The hotter temperature made her snow-white skin turn rosy, like red apricot leaves flowing in a stream.

The mist in the bathroom seemed to have received an invitation from the water. With the help of the temperature and the closed environment, it rose and expanded, making the fascinating body shrouded in haze. It looked very much like the girl seen in a teenager's dream. Only the flawless skin and the clear eyes could be vaguely distinguished, which made people's blood boil.

Crunch!

Helen turned off the shower and walked out of the monastery with a desperate look on her face.

In this technologically advanced world, bathrooms are considered a luxury, but the Romans could not change their habit of bathing, so when many monasteries were established, financially wealthy churches also built bathrooms.

So Helen successfully experienced one of the benefits of the church, but she was not happy after experiencing the benefit.

Because the bath was not done in time, the unicorn saliva had already taken some effect.

"From now on, I can't let others touch certain parts of my body. Um... I have to continue wearing tentacle stockings to make up for it."

Helen walked barefoot to the mirror and looked at her rosy and fair skin in the mirror, her heart filled with despair.

The neck, feet and other places should be less exposed to contact with outsiders, and also... the back.

Finally, Helen touched her back, which was smooth and delicate...there were no acne or dead skin anymore.

"Damn, what is this unicorn licking!" Helen looked at herself in the mirror again. Except for the bear and that part, she looked no different from a cute girl.

It’s okay, I just turned sixteen not long ago and I can still grow. One day, I will become a handsome guy like Arthur.

Helen encouraged herself and imagined a bright future of becoming a handsome man.

Boom!Boom!

Just then, there was a knock on the door, which startled Helen. She quickly wrapped herself in a white bath towel and walked to the bathroom door.

But strangely, the bath towel was a little bigger than he imagined. However, someone knocked on the door, and his doubts were quickly drawn to the sound outside.

"Who?" Helen asked.

"Me!" Joan of Arc's shy voice came from outside the door.

"What's wrong?" Helen asked suspiciously.

"Do you have a bath towel?"

"what?"

"bath towel!"

"Well...what about the wardrobe in the hallway?" Helen said, suddenly breaking out in a cold sweat.

Because there were almost no people in the monastery before Helen and Natalie moved in, he and Natalie bought all the bath towels themselves, and there was no third bath towel.

So at this moment Helen finally realized why the bath towel on her body was too big.

The bath towel he is wearing belongs to Natalie!

"Oops, I came back in such a hurry to deal with my skin problem that I didn't have time to check the bath towel."

Helen looked down and found that the bath towel did have a jasmine-like scent, which was unique to Natalie.

"Ah, I found a towel, thank you."

Just as Helen was feeling remorseful, Joan of Arc's voice came from outside the door.

Found a bath towel...that's mine!

Helen's face changed slightly, and she quickly pushed the door open and went out.

What came into view was Jeanne, who was already wrapped in a bath towel.

Joan of Arc saw Helen suddenly rush out, blushing slightly and wrapping herself tightly in the towel. "You, even if you're cute, you can't do this... There's a difference between men and women."

Helen hesitated to speak. Seeing Joan of Arc's defensive attitude, she really didn't know how to start.

You can't just say that the bath towel is his, right?

Wouldn't Joan of Arc be so ashamed and angry that she would beat him up then?

"Well, well, I'm just worried if it's suitable for you." Helen said, "I have some..."

Joan of Arc blushed as she stared at the towel on Helen for a moment, then stammered, "No, that's not necessary. The doctrine says we... must remain pure."

After she finished speaking, Jeanne shyly wrapped herself in a smaller bath towel and walked towards the room where she was staying.

It's so small, it's a bit tight on my chest.

Jeanne blushed slightly as she pulled the towel to cover her breasts.

Unfortunately, the bath towel is too small and can only solve the problem of the southern mountains. It cannot cover the northern hemisphere and can only be covered with hands.

Since last year, her thing has been getting bigger and bigger. It's developing too fast.

But there was nothing she could do about it, and strangely enough, she didn't hate being looked at like this by Helen... she even felt a little indescribable pleasure?

She didn't understand what this feeling was.

It's a mess anyway.

Joan of Arc is in a very complicated mood today.

On the other side, Helen covered her face with her hands and sighed to herself that it was all over as she watched Joan of Arc slowly enter the bedroom.

Now there is no way to clear myself of this even if I jump into the Yellow River, so I can only keep it secret and not say anything.

"Ah, this serious girl has a dark heart, but she turns out to be so pure here."

Helen had no choice but to return to her room with resentment, immediately changed into simple pajamas, and then put on her coat. When she reached the door, she felt cold again and went back to find socks to wear.

But after searching around, he found that only tentacle stockings could be used, so this time he chose to wear white over-the-knee socks which were slightly less sexy.

Most of the socks were taken to the wash, that was all he could do.

After putting on his clothes again, he did not go to Jeanne's temporary room, but instead tidied up the bath towel and put it back in the closet.

"Let's go to Natalie first... I can't take care of Jeanne for now."

Helen closed the closet and went to Natalie's door and knocked, but found no response.

"Natalie?" Helen had a bad feeling in her heart.

After shouting several times without getting any response, Helen said sorry and rushed into Natalie's bedroom.

Natalie's bedroom layout is similar, but it's more girlish, with lots of stuffed toys and some posters hanging on the walls, but these are not the main focus.

Because… Natalie lay in bed breathing rapidly.

"Natalie?" Helen quickly came to Natalie and gently patted her face.

But Natalie is still in a coma.

Although Helen was anxious, she forced herself to stay down. After careful observation, she found that there was a problem with Natalie's promotion.

Obviously Natalie was not as experienced as Helen. When she was promoted to level 3 for the first time, she showed the common problem of being eager for quick success and instant benefits. There was some blood and frost on the bed.

This was a sign of impending promotion failure. If it had been a few hours later, Natalie would probably have suffered a backlash from her promotion.

Although it is not necessarily life-threatening, there will still be permanent effects.

"It's all my fault. I'm too confident." Helen blamed herself, then took off her shoes and sat on Natalie's bed.

There is still a solution, which is to ensure a stable supply of magic power.

In the words of players, it is "replenishing mana".

As for the method…

Helen looked at Natalie, who was lying unconscious on the bed and mumbling something, and finally sighed, "Natalie, I'm sorry."

After the words fell, Helen slowly took off her pajamas, revealing her seductive shoulders and delicate collarbone...

Chapter 112: Ivylia, the Master of Catching Adultery

Late at night, the moonlight is like water, sprinkling on the stone road, casting mottled light and shadows.