Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

"Is Vivian hungry?"

"It's alright, just a little bit... Where's Aisha?"

In fact, Vivian's stomach had been rumbling for a long time - Vivian had been following Elsa in the underground palace and digging for magic ore all afternoon, which was indeed quite exhausting.

"I'm fine... but there's probably no food left at the monastery. How about this - let's go fill our bellies first, then go to the guild to settle today's gains."

The space ring was already filled to the brim with magic ores. After a rough inventory, Elsa saw the bottles and jars placed in the corner, and suddenly became interested.

"Oh, by the way, this is a rare opportunity. Vivian, do you want to try my 'craft'?"

"Elsa's 'craft'...?" Vivian's voice was clear, but she didn't quite understand. "Can...can I help?"

"Haha, it's nothing troublesome - do you like sweet things?"

"I like it...sweet ones will be delicious..."

"That's fine, leave it to me."

Perhaps the day spent together had brought the two closer together. Vivian was no longer so reserved in front of Elsa. She was finally able to talk a little more and was more proactive in speaking - although she still blushed easily.

"We have to hurry up, the bakery won't be open until the evening..."

Aisha directly took Vivian's hand.

"follow me!"

"Eh? That's..."

Aisha pulled Vivian and jogged down the street.

The evening breeze brushed through her hair, and the soft touch from her palm tickled her heart. For the first time, Vivian ran on the crowded streets, not having to worry about her image as a nun. She took a step forward, and the gazes from passers-by were so dazzling, but Elsa easily pushed them away. When she no longer had to face those gazes, it seemed not so scary anymore.

This is the sixth time.

Vivian thought.

It was just after dusk, and there were not many lights on the road, like sparse stars dotted on both sides of the street. Vivian hooked her hand and looked at Elsa's profile.

"Hoohoo—luckily, we made it."

The bakery was still open, and Elsa bought two loaves of white bread that had just come out of the oven - they were almost the last ones.

Elsa squatted on the steps, using her knees as a makeshift dining table. Vivian was a little curious and squatted down next to Elsa.

Under Vivian's curious gaze, Elsa took out maple syrup and pomegranate jam from the space ring one by one, spread a few spoonfuls on the bread, then cut the bread in half with a knife, spread the butter, sugar and eggs into cream evenly on it, and sprinkled it with crushed dried fruit powder.

Vivian had never seen this way of eating before. She squatted beside Elsa, curiously watching her skillfully perform each step, and then carefully raised her eyelids to steal a glance at Elsa's face.

Elsa's pupils were golden, as were her eyelashes and hair. Reflecting the sunset and the lights, a slightly warm color was left on Elsa's clean face. Her eyelashes were curled, lightly outlining the dusk, and the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye was reflected in Vivian's eyes.

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42. Elsa's Lip Print [Part 3]

Vivian really thought Elsa was pretty and had a more unique charm than anyone she had ever seen.

Elsa also smells good.

Just sitting next to her, Vivian would unconsciously smell the scent of Elsa. Vivian felt that it was not the fragrance of flowers or plants, but a scent that belonged to Elsa. She unconsciously twitched her nose - compared to Elsa, she actually smelled a bit like sweat.

I can smell the scent of Elsa, but can Elsa also smell the sweat on me? — Such concerns emerged in Vivian's heart, and she carefully distanced herself from Elsa.

But what should be the distance between friends?

Vivian was dismayed to find that she had no idea how friends should get along with each other. All she could do was to be careful to make Elsa have a better impression of her.

But how can this be done?

Vivian looked at Elsa for a moment, lost in confusion and in a daze.

"it is done."

"Ah, ah?"

Vivian finally reacted after hearing Elsa's words. She immediately looked away, stammering, and saw Elsa spreading the last spoonful of butter on the bread.

Elsa had a beautiful smile on her face.

"Why are you running so far? Come closer."

Elsa moved closer to Vivian. The soft touch and warm body temperature made Vivian tense unnaturally.

"I, I smell like sweat..."

Aisha blinked: "Huh? Really?"

As she spoke, in Vivian's tense eyesight, Elsa actually came up to her and sniffed at her shoulder. She was so close that Vivian could feel the warm breath on her ear. The itchy feeling made her unconsciously feel a tingling sensation all over her body.

"It doesn't smell like sweat, it smells quite nice."

Aisha deliberately teased her, but Vivian's ears turned red.

"Hey, don't be shy~"

"Well... you're teasing me..."

Vivian just blushed in embarrassment.

Elsa giggled, her smile was a little sly and a little pretty.

"Here, this is your portion, eat it."

Aisha handed the bread in her hand to Vivian.

"this is……"

"It's called 'Butter Bread'."

Although it's called "cream bread," it lacks the necessary processing steps, making it a far cry from the exquisite pastries crafted by bakers in her previous life. However, it's convenient; once you buy the ingredients, it takes less than a minute to make. Elsa's favorite combination is jam and cream. While a bit sweet, she doesn't necessarily need to maintain her figure these days, so she doesn't really care.

These sweet sauces can make the bread look beautiful and delicious, and the bread remains just warm enough to enhance the sweet taste.

Although Elsa's cooking skills are just average, the taste bud bombardment of food she experienced in her previous life is undoubtedly a dimensionality reduction attack to this world.

The so-called commercialization is not an exaggeration when it comes to the ability to bombard indiscriminately.

"nice……"

Vivian held the bread in her hands, her eyes twinkling like stars behind her glasses. Growing up in the forest and later living a life of asceticism in a monastery, Vivian had naturally never seen this kind of food.

"You can try it." Aisha smiled, expecting Vivian's expression.

"Really... is that okay?" Vivian gave an expression that said, "Please don't tease me again." "Then I won't be polite..."

She held the bread carefully, as if it were a work of art, took a deep breath, and then pressed her small lips on the butter bread.

“Mmm—!?” Vivian exclaimed, “This… is so delicious…!!”

Vivian had never eaten bread like this before. She took a few more bites and found the butter to be the best.

Elsa looked at Vivian's expression with satisfaction, feeling very accomplished. To be honest, the other nuns had the same expression when they first tasted this - it was truly something they never got tired of watching.

"Wow! This is delicious..." Vivian praised the taste of the "butter bread" and took a few bites in a blink of an eye. "Elsa, you try it too!"

Vivian handed the bread to Elsa, but immediately realized that something was wrong - she had eaten this bread herself, and there were still her teeth marks on it.

Will Elsa hate it?

Will she think I'm overdoing it?

But...it's already like this, wouldn't it be impolite to pull back?

Vivian was speechless for a moment, and then she saw Aisha smiling at her——

Vivian stared blankly as Elsa slowly bent down, pressing her body against her legs and moving closer to her. She saw Elsa lift her hand to lift the hair by her ear, and saw her gently close her eyelashes. From her angle, she could just see the smooth skin extending down from Elsa's neck. As she got closer, Vivian could smell a pleasant fragrance.

Sister Aisha was indeed a very beautiful person, Vivian had thought so more than once.

She sniffed the faint fragrance and opened her eyes wide. She watched Elsa's delicate pink lips slowly part, revealing the tiny canine teeth and a sparkling silver thread just beneath them. She saw the tip of Elsa's tongue, as tender and red as a sweet plum, slightly sticking out from between her lips. It gently and softly bit the lip print she left, leaving Elsa's teeth marks on the cream.

Vivian held her breath, feeling as if her heart was about to jump out. After a while, she swallowed hard, only to feel her throat become dry.

"Well……"

"what happened to you?"

Aisha covered her mouth and raised her face, only to find Vivian staring at her nervously.

“No, no, nothing…”

Vivian's tongue was tied and she stammered to hide her embarrassment, but her hot cheeks soon betrayed her.

Fortunately, it's dark now. Elsa probably can't see my face, right? - Vivian thought with a hint of luck.

She stole another glance at Elsa, who was preparing the second loaf of bread. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Vivian quickly put the bread in her hand to her lips. She swallowed and sniffed with the tip of her nose. She stole another glance at Elsa, then slowly and gently pressed her lips against the lip print.

Her heart was pounding, causing her breathing to become increasingly rapid.

She slowly bit off the soft, sweet taste. She felt a pleasant fragrance lingering between her lips and teeth, but it seemed as if there was nothing. She chewed gently and then swallowed.

"You have cream on the corners of your mouth."

Elsa pointed at the corner of her mouth and smiled at Vivian. Vivian quickly licked the corner of her mouth and buried her head in eating bread.

Elsa looked at Vivian, pursed her lips and lowered her eyelashes.

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43. Harold Randolph's Bad Day

Harold Randolph felt that today was a very unlucky day.

A few days ago, he heard the news that a dungeon appeared near the city of Dammas. At that time, he was just an Iron-level adventurer. The opening of the dungeon was a grand event for adventurers. He didn't want to miss the chance to have the dungeon open.

So he spent almost all the points he had worked so hard to save, and took on a few more tasks. It was not until yesterday that he finally promoted himself to bronze medal - compared to iron medal, bronze medal obviously has more advantages when forming a team, and can find better teammates, which also means more gains.

Today, he excitedly came to the guild early in the morning to register.

He took great pains to finally find a few decent teammates. One of them had been to the underground palace once and was a bronze medalist like him. There was also a silver medalist who was one level higher than him and seemed to be quite strong. He thought this was pretty stable. He had even begun to fantasize about becoming rich in the underground palace and using the money to enjoy himself.

But because of this, he became floating and inflated, which led him to walk towards the nun.

Thus began his unlucky day.

To be honest, Harold Randolph still remembers the appearance of the nun. She was really beautiful, but no matter how beautiful she was, the other party was a gold medalist, and he was so tactless as to pester her.

His approaching caused dissatisfaction on the other side, causing him to run away in disgrace. Moreover, his two teammates kicked him away.

Naturally, no one wants to team up with someone who has offended a gold medal adventurer. Even if he goes to find other people, there will be "kind-hearted people" who will remind them that Harold Randolph has upset a gold medal adventurer.

Harold Randolph was left alone, and all his efforts to upgrade to Bronze Medal were meaningless. There was no other way. What had happened had already happened, and it was too late to regret, let alone seek revenge. Even if he couldn't swallow this, he didn't have the courage to confront the Church members, especially since the other party was also a Gold Medal Adventurer.

There is a huge gap between the gold medal and the bronze medal.

He could only go to the underground palace alone, and follow other adventure teams from a distance to "pick up the spoils". Even so, he was almost eaten by a monster.

As a result, after a busy whole day, Harold Randolph's bones were almost broken, but he only got a few palm-sized magic ore. He just saw an ownerless magic ore and thought that his luck had finally changed, but he was driven out of the underground palace by the Knights. Harold Randolph almost collapsed and felt that he was really miserable.

As soon as he came out, he heard the news that the underground palace was sealed, and suddenly it felt dark.

It was indeed dark.

He followed the crowd and came to the guild dejectedly.

"Exchange these for points for me."

Harold Randolph unpacked his bag and poured a few palm-sized magic crystals onto the counter. He took out his bronze badge, but his eyes glanced at the adventurer in front of the counter on the other side - he didn't want to see the receptionist's expression. After all, he only had a few magic crystals and couldn't give them away.

"Confirmed. According to the redemption rules, the total is thirteen points, which have been credited to your account."

Harold Randolph took up his badge in silence.

Leaving the counter, the conversation between several adventurers who came to the guild attracted Harold Randolph's attention.

"Today's harvest wasn't very good... The underground palace is full of monsters, and it's impossible to dig... I don't know when this underground palace will be reopened."

"Yeah... I don't know why, but we searched several places and there was nothing to dig."

"Me too. The underground palaces I've been to before weren't like this. I didn't gain much this time. Look, I worked all day and this is all I got. I could have gained more, but those guys from the magician group kicked me out. I'm so pissed!"