Fairy’s Box

Of course, Yale didn't take their wailing seriously. He pulled Bruno, who was covering his mouth and snickering, beside him, and whispered in his ear:

"Go to Anis and Carla immediately and do as I say..."

"I understand." The silver-haired knight smiled knowingly and left the prayer hall briskly.

"The next thing, I have to work hard for you and me."

After watching Bruno leave, the black-haired knight looked at Lydia and smiled: "As soon as these nuns wake up one by one, ask them about the details of their nightmares."

"It's my job." Whether this female knight is talking or doing things, she always takes into account the delicateness of women and the rigor of knights, which is very reassuring.

For three days, Arcia and Beverley basically stayed in the prayer hall in addition to eating, excreting and resting, and finally achieved the achievement of pretending to be a magic stick more than 50 times in a row, and their spiritual power also increased.

All the nuns who were plagued by nightmares were rescued, but because of the deliberate concealment of the knights in cooperation with the priest, and the prejudice of their own beliefs, they attributed the credit for their awakening to the grace of God.

Lydia and Ale's work ended a day later than they did - at least to get the nuns back to talking.

During this period, Verity, who had never worked continuously for such a long time, kept crying and screaming until the black-haired knight offered bonuses and paid vacations, and she persisted obediently.

All in all, things have been turning for the better.

In a separate room in the prayer hall

"Sure enough..." Yale put down the statistical manuscript in his hand, spread it out on the table, and signaled his companion to take a closer look at the part that crossed the black line:

"They were all killed after they visited the new statue of the Son of God."

"What are you going to do? Are you going to dismantle the statue of the Son of God immediately?" Lydia rubbed her eye sockets. Unlike the dark-haired knight who was still in high spirits, she looked very tired.

"No, these things, which can be found by a little careful person, cannot be used as strong evidence."

Yale pushed away the back of the chair, got up and put on the sacrificial shawl, fastened the buttons, and said to the lethargic female knight: "rest well, time is on our side now, I'll go see the fishermen first. results."

"No, I'm going too!"

The female knight stood up with all her might, but her calf was weak, and she was almost unsteady, and had to use her arms on the table to maintain her balance.

"Look at my current state of mind, what can I do?" Yale planned to reprimand, but looking at her stubborn eyes, he seemed to see Charlene in a trance, and his heart softened:

"Be obedient, it's time for you to contribute in a few days."

Unexpectedly, the other party showed a rare gentle attitude. Lydia was surprised, and her heart was inexplicably warm. She quickly lowered her head and answered at a loss:

"Oh...oh! I see..."

"Have a good rest." The black-haired knight instructed again, before turning around and walking out of the room.

The time at this moment is just in the early morning. The winter sun has a fluffy feeling, sprinkled on the body, warm and comfortable, not as dazzling as the summer sun.

Yale walked out of the prayer hall, took a breath of dry and cold air, and was about to stride to the Holy Sepulchre when a long whistle sounded from the north.

It was Bruno's signal to contact him, and the direction was about right in front of... the monastery restaurant?

The nuns just formed a long meal in twos and threes, and the black-haired knight was very suitable to sneak into the team. Because of the relationship between the priest's clothes, it was abrupt but not unusual, and some nuns even saluted him.

In front of the restaurant, a tall, silver-haired nun who looked like a geese nodded at him and stepped inside first.

Everyone here has the same breakfast standard, a piece of unleavened bread, a small dish of salt, a glass of boiled water, and the style is very light.

After the two received breakfast, they found a dining table nearby and sat down face to face.

Yale tore the bread in half, sprinkled a little salt, and asked while eating:

"How are things going?"

"According to your instructions, Nicole, Clark and Kara hid in the dark, alternately monitoring the Holy Sepulchre around the clock, Annis and I barely made up the statue of the Son with clay, and went there to pray every night, but nothing happened. "

The black-haired knight quickly swallowed the bread, took a sip of boiling water and said, "It's normal, be patient."

"Compared to this..." Bruno's delicate face showed a splendid red glow, and he stammered a little: "I think there is something wrong with that fat man, the deputy priest of Annis."

"You suspect that he is behind the scenes? The reason?"

"That's not what you mean!" The silver-haired knight showed an expression of embarrassment and anger, his face could not wait to stick to the table, and he muttered vaguely:

"Recently, that guy looks at me more and more strangely..."

"Uh... I still don't understand." Yale suspected that he had overused his brain, which had caused his intelligence to decline, because he couldn't understand what the other party was saying.

"Are you an idiot!" Bruno raised his head quickly, grabbed the border of the dining table with his fingers, and his knuckles became more and more pale because of the force, and raised his voice slightly:

"That man's gaze made me feel threatened both physically and mentally! If you say that, you should understand!"

The black-haired knight's expression first tightened, then quickly turned red, and finally he couldn't help but burst into laughter:

"It's nothing, everyone has a love for beauty, not to mention that you are flawless except for a flat chest... No! A flat chest can also be regarded as an advantage!"

His aesthetics are always changing with the people he loves. Because of Charlene, seeing a flat chest is unexpectedly pleasing to the eye.

"Be serious!" Bruno almost lifted the dining table, and said anxiously and angrily:

"Do you know how troubled I am? Whenever that man's obscene gaze swirls on me, there is an urge to kill him! And the guy is getting bolder, even Clark can see it Nicole, she laughs at me for this all day!"

"Calm down!" All Yale can do is try to enlighten:

"After we solve this incident, we will be able to leave soon. He is a cleric, and he doesn't know your true identity. It is impossible to meet again in a lifetime. Therefore, I will endure these few days at most."

"Okay." The silver-haired knight accepted this rhetoric angrily, ate his breakfast carefully, drank the boiling water, and put the cup back on the table:

"How's your situation over there, did you find any clues?"

"All the murdered nuns were attacked by nightmares after visiting the new statue. In addition to the clues we found before, all the evidence now points to the statue of the Son of God."

"Do you really think so?" Bruno looked at him with interest, his right hand resting on his cheeks to support his pretty face, and the slender and white fingers on his left hand tapped the wooden tabletop lightly.

"Of course not..." Yale narrowed his eyes meaningfully.