A few hours ago, it was early morning in the Rose Cross Abbey.
There were not many clergymen in the abbey. Apart from the ten temple guards, there were 27 monks and nuns, four priests, and a priest. Above them was the bishop and abbot, Benjamin.
The nuns and monks were the first to wake up every day. They had to cook, clean, and carry out all the tedious tasks such as purchasing food. After breakfast, they prayed with the priest under the guidance of the priest. After noon, the rest of the time was a little more free, but most of it was to follow the priest to learn the doctrine or practice the divine arts.
Speaking of which, within the church, everyone's position was determined by the "clergy". It sounded ridiculous that Duke's daughter served the priests or bishops who were born as commoners, but it was actually happening. Just like now, after a simple wash, Sally had already put on her robe as usual. She carried a bucket and started to clean the floor of the church with the nuns she knew.
Sally should be a "nun" now, but because she was directly nominated as a "candidate priest" by Bishop Benjamin, it meant that her position had reached the highest level among the "nuns". If everything went well, when the Rose-Cross Abbey officially announced it, she would officially become a "priest".
Because of this advantage, Sally was now very "hot" in the eyes of the "monks".
"Good morning, Sally."
Kris combed her long hair and raised her hand to greet Sally. She then asked, "Bishop Benjamin asked you why you didn't go to the church yesterday. Are you not feeling well?"
"It's nothing. It's just a small problem. I'll be fine after a nap." Sally's eyes were slightly swollen. It was obvious that she did not have a good rest. She smiled and put the bucket aside. She bent down and started to clean the floor of the church with a brush. "By the way, I heard you guys talking about the bard yesterday. Can you tell me more about it?"
Life in the monastery was too boring, and for young people, the outside world was always fresh and full of temptation. The monks and nuns of the cloister were allowed to go out in their robes. Sometimes, they would break the rules and come back late. As long as they did not do anything bad, the priest and the bishop would not blame them. Therefore, Kris became excited at the mention of the bard.
"I was just about to tell you! Booke went to listen to it again yesterday. It was at the city square. The stories were very interesting. I think it was a story about how a squire of a knight became a king … "
The two of them chatted in low voices, but it was mostly Kris talking and Sally listening. Occasionally, when they talked about something interesting, Sally would make a surprised expression or laugh heartily. However, her mood seemed to be different from usual, which made Kris notice something strange.
"Sally, I've never seen you smile so happily. Did something good happen?"
"Ah? No way, I just think this story is very interesting. "
"No way, the corners of your mouth are always curled up. Could it be that you're thinking of someone?" Kris lowered her voice mysteriously and asked with a face full of gossip, "Hey hey hey, tell me quickly! I didn't want to ask you before … Did you already have a … sweetheart before you came to the Holy Cathedral? "
"What sweetheart?" Sally raised her eyebrows and her oval face tightened. She shook her head vigorously and said, "No … no such thing!"
Kris looked at her and quietly leaned over. "You hesitated for a while. You must be thinking of someone, right?"
"I really didn't!"
Sally continued to shake her head, and then the corners of her mouth pulled up into a helpless smile. "Besides … what's the use of thinking about it after entering the Holy Cathedral?"
"Oh, can't I think about it? God is watching us. Have we done anything that goes against the teachings of the Church? Tell me quickly — "
Kris casually talked about the doctrine. When she looked up and saw a priest walking by, she quickly lowered her head and started to scrub the floor obediently.
Sally shook her head. She wanted to say something, but the corners of her mouth could not help but purse up.
Yes … I can't get married in this lifetime, what's the use of thinking about those unnecessary things?
When she thought about what she had just said to Chris, although her face did not show much of an expression, her heart felt a little perturbed and strange. That was because she could not help but think of Rody's figure. However, as she had not seen him for a long time, her memory of Rody's face seemed to have become a little fuzzy. The only thing she could clearly remember was his scent that made her feel at ease.
Come to think of it, what was Roddy's original identity?
In the past few months, the intelligence organization that Sally established had collected a lot of information for her. It also included all the information about the inconspicuous border scout, "Roddy". However, the information made Sally even more confused. How could a boy who had not left the border of the kingdom for 20 years be the powerful guy who killed a team of Wolf Riders and the Scorpion King in her memory?
Recalling that he said that he was cursed with "eternal youth", Sally was a little doubtful. Is he really 37 years old?
Hmph … 37 years old, already an uncle, why can't he take care of a girl?
Now that she thought of Roddy's various "hooligan behaviors", Sally realized that she no longer felt embarrassed. Instead, she always felt an inexplicable sense of joy. A capable guy who did not know anything when it came to women, and in the end, he was made a fool of by her. Just thinking about it was really …
"Hey hey hey, I told you, Sally. You must be thinking of someone in your heart, right?"
Kris waved her hand in front of Sally. She was stunned for a moment and then realized that she had been staring blankly at the floor with the brush in her hand for a long time.
"Err … that …"
"No need to explain! Hurry up and get to work. When the prayer is over, I will call Alice and the others to come and interrogate you! By the way, we are going to the market to buy some things today. "She looked around and lowered her voice," It will be a whole day. In the afternoon, Booker said that he will bring us to the square to listen to the bard's story. Sally, do you want to go? "
This suggestion made Sally hesitate for a moment, but she finally shook her head and softly refused.
Sally knew very well that Francis's men were watching her outside. If she walked out, she might encounter an "accident". Even though she had asked her subordinates to hire two troops from the Mercenary Union, the funds she had saved were not enough to keep an entire team of mercenaries outside the monastery every day. So now, there were only two mercenaries disguised as civilians on duty outside the monastery. At the same time, there was a subordinate hiding in the dark as the messenger of orders.
However …
Thinking of Roddy coming to Hollier, she was a little expectant. Anyway, since he's here, he should at least come and see me.
Thinking of this, Sally also understood the fact that she and Roddy were not as "close" as she had imagined. To put it bluntly, that blockhead probably kept a respectful distance from her.
The sixteen-year-old girl was full of worries. She was inexplicably annoyed by the guy who left a deep mark in her life.
After brushing the floor, Sally went to help the old nuns prepare breakfast. But the meal was not easy because the nuns at the table were quarreling because of the "bard".
"Booker, can you stop talking about that bard? It's fine if it's only one or two days, but you've been talking about it for three or four days in a row. Even if you're not annoyed, I'm annoyed. "
The boy who spoke was called Ryan. He was no more than fourteen years old. Because he was born in a baron's family, he naturally had the temperament of a young master. He spoke straightforwardly and without scruples. At this time, he frowned, and his tone was rather impatient.
"The people in the story are just the people in the story after all. You can just listen to the things that the bards say. Don't tell me you actually believe them? How can a person kill a team of Wolf Riders with a bow and arrow? Ridiculous! Do you know how strong the Wolf Riders are? Do you know how fast they are when they charge? "
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The atmosphere at the dining table was a little tense. Kris, Sally, and the other nuns were having their meals here, so the male friars could not help but feel embarrassed.
"What's wrong with the Wolf Riders? Do you know how fast they are? Have you ever shot an arrow at a Wolf Rider? "
"I haven't, but my grandfather has. There's a scar on his back from the Wolf Riders. Do you think that's enough for me to say?" Ryan was also angry. He stared at Booker and said, "I've shot arrows and hunted with my father. If the arrows don't hit the vitals, they won't have any effect on the Wolf Riders. Are you trying to say that there's someone who can hit the enemy's head with every arrow?"
"That's what the bard said!"
"So it's all fake! They only know how to make up stories to cheat you of your copper coins. "
"You … you can stay away if you don't want to hear it. You don't have to come in front of me and say this!"
After all, they were nuns in the monastery, so their tempers were much better than ordinary people's. Ryan and Booker's voices were a little higher than usual, but there was no sign of a fight. After all, they were just a group of fifteen or sixteen years old children. It was normal for them to have such a quarrel.
The priests at the table next to them looked at them, but they had no intention of participating in the mediation. They just smiled and looked at the side. They occasionally exchanged a few words with the priest, nodded, and exchanged views. In their opinion, this was also a way to test the children's understanding of the doctrine.
"Okay, okay, let's not quarrel. I asked Booker to tell the story. If it bothers you, we can change the place next time." Kris went up to mediate. It sounded like she was admitting defeat, but in fact, her words were not very polite. This made Ryan very unhappy. He muttered in a low voice, "He's just a bard who brags to the heavens …"
Booker snorted coldly. He wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a soft voice next to him.
"Although the bard is just a bard, orcs do exist, and there are warriors who fight against them. His story at least gives us hope for the kingdom's army, doesn't it? Maybe after listening to the bard's story, there will be many famous generals and nobles in the future. "
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