About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

The two nuns stuck together began to wander around the lobby. This slightly weird combination soon attracted the attention of an older nun.

After realizing that she seemed to be being targeted, Angelica immediately pulled 'Little Sister Oresen' to the side of a middle-aged man nearby.

"Sir, I see you look worried and uneasy. You must be hiding something. It's okay. I'm the Lord's agent. Please pour out all your worries."

Exiah half-knelt in front of the middle-aged man and spoke in a very gentle and kind tone.

"Sister...? What do you know? How could you possibly know about my kelp-washing skills?"

When the middle-aged man found himself being harassed by the nun, he was stunned for a moment, and then his temper became a little furious.

"I don't need your hypocritical charity. All I need is a piece of bread for lunch—damn it! I've invested all my money in speculating on 'Pelocoin'!"

The man was venting his frustration towards Archangel Exiah. Orson, who was standing by, was a little afraid that Archangel Exiah would pull out his gun and "kill" him while listening. But what Orson didn't expect was that Archangel Exiah just kept smiling, nodding slightly and listening without any resentment.

"I finally managed to get a 20 yuan loan from the bank to open a cat cafe that was very popular before, but after just a few days, all those cat cafes turned into maid cafes! I didn't even get my principal back!!"

"Hmm, this is really unlucky, but it doesn't matter! The Lord has received your prayer and sent an angel from the mortal world to you. Please rub this lovely nun, and all your troubles will disappear!"

“Uh huh!?”

Orson, who was hiding behind Archangel, let out a short cry of pain, but before he could escape, he was dragged in front of the middle-aged man by Archangel.

"Humph, are the only things about nuns these days that are worth mentioning their looks? This little Sakota girl looks completely confused and shy... and..."

"Lost soul, follow my guidance and let us soothe your pineapple-pineapple soul."

The middle-aged man stared at Orson and complained halfway, but then he slowly stopped complaining. Instead, he unconsciously reached out his hand and, under the guidance of the Archangel, the two of them began to massage Orson together.

“Puff, puff, puff, puff…”

Orson, who was being double-teamed and beaten by the tiger, could only make meaningless sounds.

After a minute or two—

“It feels great!” “It feels great!”

The middle-aged man and the Archangel sighed in unison after eating their fill.

"Exiah, you're just seeking revenge...!"

Orson stared at Archangel Exiah with an expression as if he wanted to get angry but didn't dare to speak.

"Hahaha... How could that be? Look at that uncle, he's really become much more positive, huh?"

Exia pointed to the middle-aged man who was about to leave after bowing to Orson after rubbing him. Orson found that the other party's melody was indeed much more relaxed and calm than before.

——When did I develop this ability...and this person just mistook me for Sakota?

Orson was thinking about what was happening to him, and at the same time he took a general walk around the lobby. The "blueprint" sent back through frequency perception showed that there were no suspicious people or dark rooms here.

"Then the next step is the monastery's medical area. This is where things get a little more complicated. Although I can get this thing, if I don't take care of the patients, I'm afraid it will be exposed soon."

Exia took out a pair of red cross armbands from somewhere and put them on his and Orson's shoulders and said.

"As for medical knowledge, I do know a little bit."

"That's enough. Let's go! Sister Oresin~ How are you feeling, Texas?"

Exia happily led Orson to the next target, and at the same time did not forget to taunt Texas who was waiting outside in the monitoring channel.

But the happiness of the Angel did not last long——

"Is this... the monastery's medical area?"

"Ah...it seems that the situation in this monastery is much more serious than the one I attended in Lateran High School..."

After the two arrived at the medical area, the first thing they saw was a number of people lying on simple beds, with simple bandages wrapped around their bodies and medicine hanging on them.

The surface of most of these people's bodies is covered with pitch-black Originium crystals, which foreshadows their identities and future fate.

"Many of these people stowed away in Longmen, without identity or funds. They fear being deported to the slums, but for various reasons, they've been injured, so they can only hide here and receive the monastery's most basic medical care. After all, only the monastery run by the Laterans can accept them. The Sakota are one of the few groups with a strong resistance to Originium infection."

The tone of the Angel was more serious than usual. She frowned and explained softly to Orson.

"You're calmer than I thought, Orson."

"Hmm... I actually see this kind of scene all the time in the North. One day, my neighbor dies in his bed, and the passerby who collects the body finds his body lying on the roadside the next day."

Orson said this calmly. Death wasn't a rare commodity for Orson, a native of the North. But perhaps his journey to Che City, Casimir, and Longmen had temporarily forgotten the bitter cold of the North, so he was momentarily startled by the slowly collapsing hell before him.

"Whether it's in the North or now, even though I've seen this scene many times, I still can't 'get used to it'—"

But that was only a moment. After the initial shock, Orson mustered up the courage to walk out from behind Archangel and took the initiative to walk towards the infected person closest to him.

"Hello, I'm here to help—"

"Uh... Angel? Am I dead? Is Miss Angel here to get me?"

"...No, you're not dead yet, and I'm not an angel. Anyway, please let me check your wound."

The infected person saw Orson in a daze, and for a moment he mistook this little fake nun for a messenger to welcome him.

"It's infected, but the situation isn't serious... Is there any medicine here?"

Orson asked Exiah, who shrugged slightly.

"Yes, there are, but in order to maintain basic operations, the monastery generally restrains the use of drugs—"

"This is my Longmen account. Contact the Longmen pharmacy to purchase medicines and medical supplies, and then donate them here under the name of [Rhode Island]."

Orson took out the electronic account on his mobile phone and handed it to the Archangel.

"Medicine is really expensive... Ugh!? One, three, five, six, seven... Wow, that many zeros!?"

Exia almost popped his eyes out of his head. A rich woman is actually next to me?!

Orson ignored Exia. After reserving the drug reserves in advance, he ignored the so-called usage restrictions and treated each patient in the formal way he learned in Rhodes Island.

“Angel…” “Angel…” “Yes, it’s an angel…”

Most of the infected people regarded this little nun with a serious face, no airs and professional skills as an angel after death.

Only a small number of infected people who were still clear-headed recognized the other party as a living person, and then made harassing remarks such as "My butt/crotch/lips feel uncomfortable".

These people were cured immediately by the Archangel who smiled and pointed the "Lateran Gun, a launcher that can cure all diseases" at their heads.

The atmosphere of "death" and "despair" that had been permeating the treatment area and slowly corroding everyone was broken by the arrival of a nun. It was like a window being opened in an old room, and the infected people were slowly pulled out of the swamp of death one by one by this fake nun.

The abnormality in the treatment area alarmed the nun, but when she arrived and saw Orson and Excalibur's focused actions, she finally left quietly.

"Sir, I am——"

When the two came to a young man's bed in the corner and called each other, Orson was silent for a moment.

The Archangel standing by immediately understood the situation. This young man, who looked to be less than 20 years old and had bandages on his head and abdomen, no longer needed Orson's treatment.

"...Leave this to me."

The Archangel patted Orson's shoulder gently, and then came to the deceased.

"Merciful Lord, may you grant this lost soul freedom from the shackles of death and return it to a homeland of peace and light. Your life is not meaningless. May we bathe in the light of the Lord and seek ultimate peace—"

The room, which had been noisy due to everyone's speculation about the true identity of the "rich nun", became completely quiet at this moment. Everyone just looked silently at the angel with short red hair and the reassuring warm light on her body.

"..."

At this moment, Orson was finally convinced that this usual troublemaker who laughed and joked was actually a real "angel".

68. Orson knocks down Exia

"I feel like the Exiah just now was completely different from usual... For a moment, I thought I had met a real angel."

After leaving the medical area, Orson, disguised as a nun, stuck close to Angelica as usual to avoid attracting any strange people. He also stuck half of his head out and curiously asked what happened when Angelica was delivering the eulogy for the deceased.

"Orson, how deep is your misunderstanding of me? Don't be fooled by my usual appearance. After all, I am a top student who graduated from Rutland College! What did you say in your crosstalk before? Even though I skipped classes, caused trouble, and blew up the school, I know I am a good angel~"

Exiah puffed out his chest and said this with some pride, even the light tube on his head began to emit a light that looked like holy light.

"Actually, the reason I came to Longmen was also due to many things that happened in Lateran... If I had followed the original pace, I would have chosen to join the Lateran Guard after leaving the academy, but because of my sister..."

For the first time, Angelica talked about her past in front of Orson, as well as the "sister" whom Orson had never heard of. However, from Angelica's slightly heavy expression, Orson knew that this was definitely not a light topic that could be discussed with a smile.

"To be honest, I still don't understand what happened to my sister that day. The only one who knows the truth is Mostima, but that idiot always avoids me. And I can feel that she seems to be deliberately hiding something from me... Well, let's not talk about this anymore. If you have the chance to visit my hometown in Rutland in the future, Orson, we can talk about it then."

"Ok."

Orson nodded behind Archangel, who also ended the topic, and then - his face instantly turned red.

Did I just say something really subtle? Inviting someone to my house so obviously, my motive is so simplistic and crude, I'm definitely going to be seen as suspicious, right, Brother Jie?!

The straightforward Archangel tasted the bitter fruit of her words—her heart was racing at the moment because of the invitation she had just casually made.

Fortunately, Orson himself is also an emotional naive person and was completely unaware of the subtlety of Archangel's words.

——Speaking of which, if I really take Orson to Lateran, I have a feeling he'll be fought over by the local church...

Exiah thought about the scene when he was taking Orson to Lateran. In the picture, Orson was tied to the cross, and the believers below were fighting each other just to be able to carry him into their church as a mascot/sign girl.

It's kind of scary to think about it, so maybe just forget it...

[Exia! Enough with the fooling around, isn't it? How's the mission progressing?!]

As Exiah was thinking about the meaningless future, the voice of Texas coming from the headphones brought her back to her senses.

That’s right… I’m not here to play this kind of forbidden cosplay with Orson, but to save people.

"Um, Orson. How's everything going over there?"

Angelica quickly changed the subject and asked about the progress of Orson's mission. Orson took out a piece of white paper with lines drawn on it from the inside of her nun's uniform.

"We've already drawn about three-fifths of the map. As for any suspicious individuals related to the Sicilian Gang, we haven't seen any yet."

"Wow... Did you draw this map, Orson?"

Exia took the hand-drawn 'Longmen Monastery Structure Map' in disbelief. The upper panel showed the structural area of each room in the monastery where the two were currently, as well as the underground drainage and ventilation systems.

"Well, when I was in the Northern Guerrillas, I was often responsible for drawing maps of the surrounding villages and patrol outposts."

Originally, there was a dedicated mapmaker in the team, but that person died in a raid. After a brief discussion, the task was finally given to Orson, the only one who could draw decently.

"By the way, Exia, you should be very familiar with the monastery. Can you take a look at this structural diagram to see if there are any strange places? For example, dark rooms or areas with unknown purposes?"

Orson suddenly thought of asking the "professional elite nun" beside him to explore the suspicious areas on the map. He immediately leaned close to the face of the Archangel and asked in a low voice.

"Wow...! Um, well, let me take a look—the areas on the map currently look pretty normal. There shouldn't be the situation you described, Orson."

Angelic Angel responded somewhat uneasily. Orson's inexplicable 'mosquito-catching lamp effect' had not completely disappeared for Angelic Angel. After the 'HOLY mode' that was activated when praying for the deceased ended, Angelic Angel was now completely disturbed by Orson's face.

"Hmm... Looks like we'll have to wait a little longer, Lappland. Judging by the map, I need to conduct frequency scans in both the brewery and the accommodation area before I can fully analyze the structure of the entire building. The brewery area seems a bit... dangerous to me, so let's head to the accommodation area first, shall we?"

Orson looked at the map and analyzed it carefully, then came to a conclusion and looked at the Archangel.

"Eh!? Staying, lodging, etc... It's not appropriate to do this in a monastery!"

Exia, who was extremely panicked because of being face to face with Orson, said the word "accommodation" without thinking after hearing it.

"What are you thinking about, Exia...!"

Orson was also blushing at the reaction of Archangel Exiah, and could only complain quietly to this stupid angel who was already in love.

[Do you really want to help Lappland!?]

Texas, who was on the communication line, rarely shouted out. If she could, she would have wanted to drive a steamroller and crash into the monastery through the main gate, then tie the Archangel to the exhaust pipe and ask this thieving cat what he wanted to do.

"Ahem... Um, I was a little distracted just now, Orsen. Anyway, the accommodation area is actually a very dangerous place!"

Hearing Texas' rare angry voice, Angelica quickly calmed down. She coughed twice pretending to be serious, and then began to analyze Orson.

"Danger?"

Orson tilted his head curiously. Could it be that the nuns all put C4 under their pillows when they sleep?

"I don't know if you're thinking of something rude, but in other places, even if there are nuns walking around, you can just find a good excuse to get away with it. But it's different in the dormitory! If the nuns find out there's a nun here, they won't care what your excuse is. They'll just drag you by the ear and bring you to the lobby, where they'll give you a lecture in front of everyone. Then you'll be punished by mopping the hallway. It's terrifying!"

Exia explained to Orson seriously.

"That sounds a bit too specific..."

Orson complained in a low voice, it seemed that when Angel was in the monastery, she had often sneaked back to the dormitory to sleep, and then was ganked by the head nun.

Although Archangel Exiah told Orson how dangerous it was to go to the rest area, in order to find out if there were any clues about Lappland there, Orson still had to bite the bullet and go there to conduct a frequency detection.

Anyway, it’s better not to go to the winery until the very end... Based on past experience, anything that has to do with alcohol will definitely get me into trouble.

I can only say that it’s a good thing that I was with Sister Lei Zi the last time I was unconscious. If it was Lappland/Snow Rabbit/Sister Tazi (?)/Texas… who knows if I would become a father after waking up…