Chapter 175
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Dinessa woke up at noon. The nun opened her eyes, and what she saw was not the portrait of a deity on the ceiling of her room, but an owl.
This caused Disneisa to tilt her head slightly in confusion. The owl also followed Disneisa's movement and tilted its head slightly to the side.
It took Dinessa three seconds to recall what had happened last night. She sat up uneasily on the bed. The owl beside her bed was startled. It flapped its wings and flew back to the beam.
Where am I?
Dinessa rubbed her dizzy forehead and looked around. In her memory, Cheryl had been severely injured and captured by an Inquisitor. She had also been captured by an Inquisitor.
However, the surroundings were filled with books, and it didn't look like a torture room at all …
"You're finally awake, Dinessa. I thought you were going to sleep for the whole day."
Cheryl carried the bread and fruits she had just bought from the Norland Bazaar to Dinessa's bedside.
"Did the priest of the Heresy Court forgive us?"
Dinessa couldn't think of any possibility of survival after yesterday's encounter, so she could only think that the priest of the church was merciful and forgave them for their mistakes.
"The judges are not nuns in an orphanage. After we were captured, they were already merciful if we could die a quick death."
Shirley took out a glass of milk and bread from her bag and placed it by Dinessa's bedside.
As a senior judge, she knew how cruel the Heresy Court was when they tortured and killed their prisoners, not to mention traitors like her.
"Dinessa, we've escaped! You don't need to be locked in that dark underground place every day. You can move freely as you wish. "
"Escaped?"
Dinessa took another look around the place. The owls on the beams were cooing, as if they were greeting this new resident of the Magus Tower.
However, Dinessa felt a little helpless as she looked around. It was too unfamiliar.
She had lived in the church since she was young. Even after she became a judge, all she did every day was dedicate herself to the gods.
She prayed in the morning and at noon, and at night she would read some books and strategies from the church.
To Dinessa, her world was only so big. The church in the holy city was the world she was familiar with.
Although she really wanted to go out, she felt a little lost after escaping. She didn't know what she should do or what she could do.
"I bought you access to the Weave from the White Thorn Theatre. Crush this crystal, and you can play the game of dwarves saving the princess anytime you want."
Shirley saw the confusion in her friend's eyes, and handed her a crystal that looked like a cobblestone.
The Weave was not very sturdy, and could be easily crushed with a little force. The broken cobblestone turned into motes of white light that flowed into Dinessa's body.
The interface in front of her displayed the Weave's desktop.
With Shirley's help, Dinessa quickly completed her registration in the Weave. Her registered ID was' Sister Dinessa '.
"Are they all reading that diary of yours?"
Dinessa did not immediately click into the game area to start the adventure of the dwarf uncle and the princess. Her attention was attracted by the post 'Diary of a Heretic Inquisitor' on the front page of the forum.
"Of course, last night, it was also thanks to these … 'readers', that's what they call them. They helped us escape from the Nephilic Judge's pursuit. In order to repay them, I wrote this diary from morning until night."
Shirley had already made the 'Diary of a Heretic Inquisitor' something to be proud of.
Dinessa, who had just come into contact with the Weave, carefully read through Shirley's post.
This was the first time she knew that books could be recorded in such a way. While reading this' book ', she could also share her views with other readers at any time.
Dinessa, who usually only had a way to kill time in the church, instantly fell in love with this way of reading.
"What do you think? Do you want to try writing a book in the Motionless Library? I'm sure you'll be welcomed by many. "
Under Cheryl's instigation, the young nun nodded and Cheryl began to guide her on how to use the spell casters' forum.
Dinessa opened the Motionless Library area and created a new post. However, when she was thinking about what book to write, she could not make up her mind.
While she was deep in thought, Dinessa found her suitcase in the pile of books beside her bed.
"Wait for me."
Dinessa got off the bed and opened the suitcase. It did not take long for her to find an old notebook among the pile of books.
"Dinessa, are you going to write a diary too?" Shirley asked.
"Not a diary …"
Dinessa opened the first page and clumsily typed on the virtual keyboard of the Weave according to the content. Not long after, a title that made Shirley feel uneasy appeared on the forum.
'Piper Tuck and the Lost Elf Youth'.
From the title, it was obvious that Dinessa had made up this story. Judging from the thickness of the notebook, she had made it up for a long time.
It seemed that apart from praying and reading every day, Dinessa would also find time to write about things she liked.
"Let me take a look."
Shirley felt that there was something wrong with the title. She picked up Dinessa's notebook and skimmed through the content.
As a result, after reading for a short while, even Cheryl, who was over 90 years old, was greatly shocked by the content inside.
"The story recorded in this notebook is a revelation given to me by the gods!"
Dinessa used her unique way to show off the excellence of her work to Shirley.
"So the God of Holy Light is this kind of person." Although this was what Shirley thought in her heart, she did not show it. She only slowly put the notebook back on the bedside table.
"Yes, it is indeed an excellent story. It will definitely be popular."
Cheryl went against her conscience and uttered such a sentence.
With Shirley's encouragement, the nun published her first short story in the spellcaster forum's Immovable Library section.
After waiting anxiously for a few minutes, the first reader's reply finally appeared under her post.
"An interesting book." Respondent: Fuya.
"Someone is reading … Fuya. I think I've seen this name before."
After reading the first reader's reply, Dinessa's uneasiness was instantly replaced by joy. She felt that the name Fuya was very familiar.
She opened the game section of the spellcaster forum and quickly found the thread with the most replies in the section.
"How to let the dwarf in the red hat live to the end." Respondent: Fuya.
It was because of this post that Dinessa had successfully cleared the first stage.
"Do you know her?"
Dinessa shook her head at Shirley's question. She had never stepped out of the church, so she did not have any memories of Fuya.
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