The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

Her intuition told her that what scared her father was not simply a miserable future.

The moment she said it this time, she saw familiar emotions in her father Russell's eyes, and they were even more straightforward... It was a kind of despair for the future, a kind of anger at the powerlessness of the current situation, and a kind of fear of the enemy.

She had only seen this kind of emotion among the city defense forces in the game "Magic and Guns".

Now it appears on her most beloved father.

……

“The past was prosperous and great, but unfortunately there is little hope for the future; the present is poor and backward, but there is still hope for the future.”

“Perhaps darkness still exists, but the flame of hope will always burn.”

"Their failure is not shameful, but honorable."

"Because they have thought about all kinds of failures, but they have never thought about kneeling down in servility."

"This book is dedicated to the memory of my deceased friends."

After Helen finished reading the storybook in the monastery, he looked down at Ivilia lying on his lap.

"What's the name of this storybook?" Enjoying Helen's lap, Ivilia reached out and stroked Helen's cheek expressionlessly.

Helen narrowed her eyes and slapped Ivilia's hand away, "The sky is full of stars."

"Nice name." Ivilia got up from Helen's lap. "Who wrote it?"

Helen, knowing that Ivylia was expressionless and silly, smiled immediately: "That Frankish Emperor."

"He loves writing stories so much?" Ivilia's cold face showed curiosity: "Can you write a story for us?"

"That guy only cares about strength, so you have to make yourself stronger." Helen pinched Ivilia's nose. "I won't have so much time to accompany you alone in the future. I have to leave the city tomorrow."

If I don’t show up to gain popularity, how can I launch new products and continue to make money from players?

Helen added silently in her heart.

"Then I have to work hard too. Prime Minister Osius ordered me to get rid of some nobles who want to defect." Ivilia stood up, and her temperament changed from the cold and obedient girl just now to the powerful rose.

"Maybe after you reach level 3, you can stop being a Bloody Assassin and choose the Rose Assassin sub-class." Helen said gently.

Ivilia tilted her head: "Helen knows about the career development of the bloody assassin?"

"Yes, and very familiar." Helen tilted her head and smiled.

Rather than predicting the future development at a glance, he hoped that Ivilia would take a better path, a truly highly mobile magic assassin, rather than a cowardly bleeding assassin.

Chapter 123: Only Helen can squeeze the players' gold [4K]

"Natalie, how's it going?"

Helen, wearing a nun's skirt, arrived at the medical center at point D on the front line.

"Very few people come for treatment. Those who do are either beyond saving or have only minor injuries." Natalie spread her hands helplessly. "It's not that we're busy, but we don't look like a field hospital at all."

"Well, this is normal. This is what happens to people with obsessive-compulsive disorder and those who just want to make a fortune." Helen complained silently.

"But our magic potions are almost sold out, Helen. We have money now~" Natalie happily showed the bag in her hand to Helen.

Helen didn't answer it, but silently touched Natalie's head and said, "Well, I'll leave the money to you."

Natalie pointed at herself in surprise, "Me? Aren't we sharing it together?"

"No need, everything is decided by the lovely witch lady." Helen stretched out her hands and rubbed Natalie's cheeks.

Natalie narrowed her eyes cutely, enjoying Helen's touch.

"I'm going to the front line soon. You stay here and act as a guard with the surrounding healing nuns. If you encounter any danger, run away immediately." Helen stared into Natalie's eyes. "Do you hear me?"

"Didn't I kill a small goblin leader? Why can't I go up?" Natalie showed the floating ice blade in her hand, "I'm terrifyingly strong now."

You know, in the past, a rank 3 was enough to serve as an imperial lieutenant colonel. Moreover, she is so young, so there will be no shortage of people to hire her in the future.

In addition to thanking the times and the increase in demonic energy, she also has to thank Helen for the planning she gave her.

"So what if they're terrifyingly strong? What if you encounter a Level 4?" Helen's expression grew serious. "Even though the goblins don't have Level 5 experts, they do have Level 5 mechanical armor and a large number of Level 4 experts. What would you do if you encountered one?"

Natalie slowly closed her mouth.

"Be obedient... By the way, Natalie, you must have consumed some of your magic power, right?" Helen asked.

Natalie touched the healing earrings and nodded slightly. "Although the cost isn't high, if it continues, it's still a bit of a deficit."

Helen blushed and waved to Natalie, "Hold out your index finger."

Natalie tilted her head in surprise. "My index finger?"

Helen nodded obediently.

"Okay." Natalie stretched out her right hand fingers in confusion.

Helen lifted the hair around her ears and placed it over them, closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly.

Natalie blushed, "He-Helen?"

This time Helen ignored Natalie, but held Natalie's index finger, and then quickly withdrew like a dragonfly skimming the water.

[Hibiscus Flower Bride] is activated!

Shy Natalie suddenly felt her magic power restored, and a perceptible layer of piety shield appeared around her.

"Helen, is this your skill?" Natalie asked in surprise.

Helen put her index finger on her lips. "If you think it is, then it is. You can do it every day if you want..."

"It's so sticky~" Natalie blushed as she played with her fingers, "Can you teach me?"

Helen was silent for a moment, then regained her half-smile: "Of course you can, but only if you're obedient."

Natalie gave a sly smile and said, "Can I lick Helen later?"

Helen was startled, and a slight blush appeared on her pretty face.

"You, you really are such a fool. I'm leaving." Helen turned around with some arrogance and left the infirmary.

Looking at Helen's departing back, Natalie's shy expression disappeared, and she covered her mouth with a smug look on her face: "High attack and low defense, just Helen~ I will slowly conquer you~"

The essence of a witch is not foreknowledge, but purposeful acting.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

On the other side, Helen came to the front line and found a young man lying in a dark corner, secretly observing something.

Helen observed for a moment and found that the man was not a player, so she quietly approached him.

Merlin found it very strange and thought that this group of barbarians was very similar to the people of the prophecy that the boss had mentioned.

"Could they be descendants of the Old Federation?" Merlin muttered, "Or perhaps it's the result of time turbulence."

After observing for the past few days, he found that this group of barbarians were very open-minded about death and had optimistic personalities. They were completely unlike people in the post-AD era. They were generally confident and generous, and had a kind of clear stupidity.

"But after death, they quickly return to reality. Their essence is very close to the virtual space." Merlin touched his chin. "Could this be a trick of the Blue Lord of Hypocrisy?"

"But the problem is, apart from this, it has nothing to do with the virtual space."

"Alas, it's too difficult to determine this strange race."

Merlin felt that his observations over the past few days were in vain and had made him suspicious.

"But we need to share this information with the organization so everyone can discuss it." Merlin pulled out a magic crystal from his pocket. "Alas, everyone else gets paid for their work, but I don't."

"I'm so pitiful! I wish there was a nun in white silk stockings to encourage me."

As he sighed, he opened the magic crystal to prepare for communication, but unexpectedly a pure and pleasant voice came to his ears.

"Yes, I was sent to contact you, sir."

"Huh?" Merlin turned his head in surprise and found Helen, still wearing her nun's dress, squatting in the corner of the trench like him.

"You, you are... the Holy Maiden of Flowers? The one with a bit of a bitch personality!" Merlin yelled in surprise.

Helen's forehead vein popped up, "Yeah, but I'm not a bitch~"

"Damn it, goodbye!" Merlin stood up and ran out of the trench.

Helen was quick-witted and quick-handed. She flipped over with a standard dance move and landed in front of Merlin.

"Huh?" Merlin looked at Helen in surprise as she suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Sir, please stay and talk to me for a while." Helen raised her leg high and kicked Merlin to the ground, then stepped hard on Merlin's face with her black silk feet wearing nun shoes.

Merlin, who was forced to come into contact with the dry ground of the trench, was initially confused and puzzled, but he instantly realized the gap between the enemy and us, and immediately begged for mercy.

"Lady Saint, I'm not a traitor. I'm just a reporter investigating the battle situation on the front lines."

"Reporter? What reporter?"

"Reporter from The Sun!" Merlin quickly took out his journalist credentials from his pocket to prove his innocence.

But the trick that always worked failed in front of Helen, or maybe Helen and Joan of Arc hated The Sun so much that they finally caught one of them, so how could they let him go easily?

"Oh, so you're a reporter from The Sun. I wonder what my current rank is?" Helen asked with murderous intent.

Merlin, feeling like he was about to be executed, immediately threw away his ID: "I was wrong, I was wrong. I will resign from my position as a reporter for The Sun when I get home."

"Oh? Are you really going to tell me that?" Helen stepped harder. "And it seems like a traitorous spy could also operate as a journalist, right?"

Merlin broke out in a cold sweat, his brain racing to think of a solution.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I will hand you over to the Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs and let them perform a memory restoration technique on you." Helen retracted her foot and squatted down next to Merlin.

"Then I still think it's more appropriate for Her Majesty the Saint to torture me." Thinking of the methods used by the Eastern Roman Ministry of Internal Affairs, Merlin felt that Helen's high-legged kick was so gentle.

"Tell me your true identity."

Helen picked up a branch from the side and poked Merlin on the forehead.

"Lady Saint, I think you should hand me over to the Eastern Luo Ministry of Internal Affairs." Faced with this question, Merlin suddenly felt that the interrogation of the Eastern Luo Ministry of Internal Affairs was so friendly.

Of course, the most important thing is that he has connections with Osius, and the Ministry of the Interior is under the control of Osius.

So when you arrive at the Eastern Romanian Ministry of Internal Affairs, you might get a beating, but you won't be subjected to a major memory recovery technique.

"Wow, you guys are so fickle-minded~" Helen rubbed her eyes hypocritically, "Then what can I do? I can only cripple your legs."

"Lady Saint, let me tell you." Facing Helen's death threat, Merlin suddenly felt that the people in the Eastern Roman Ministry of Internal Affairs were too bad, and that Lady Saint had a kind heart.

"First I'm from The Sun, and then I'm from the Lion Agency." Merlin said with a smile.

"Grandma Crow has looked for me. I'm going to Vienna later." Helen answered expressionlessly.

Merlin stopped laughing immediately.

If you think about it carefully, Helen, a prominent figure who became a candidate for the Saint, is likely to have come into contact with the Lion Agency.

That being the case...

"I'm an investigator from the Rhine Succubus Federation. My main job is to collect information from the front lines." Merlin decisively gave his other alias.

Helen was silent for a moment, then showed the Charming Fire in her hand, "I am a half-succubus."

This time it was Merlin who was silent.

"Would you like to have your left leg or your right leg amputated?" Helen poked Merlin's nose with a branch.

"I don't like any of it. I think I can salvage it." Merlin's forehead was covered with sweat.

He was a 4th-tier Fate Mage, advocating control and change, a profession weak in melee combat, and he didn't dare to resist at all.

Since resistance is a dead end, there is only one outcome!

"I'm a knight-craftsman of the Franks, serving as a scout and lurker." Merlin pulled himself out of the mud. "I hold no ill will towards your country. I'm merely investigating the situation on the front lines. You know, this is to be expected, right?"

"I know that, but sir... you have too many vests."

Helen's expression turned cold.