Chapter 14 The Nun’s Wardrobe (2)

Larnaca City, Morol Cathedral! Herman's heavy footsteps made a muffled sound on the slightly damp cobblestone ground.

He rushed into the church, his eyes swept across the old figure praying in front of the goddess statue, a hint of disdain appeared in his eyes, and then his expression quickly returned to normal: "Respected Archbishop Gerald, please give me more power."

"I swear, I will personally kill this despicable and damned cultist Ron!"

Hermann's low roar echoed in the church, which was out of tune with the quiet and solemn atmosphere.

Gerald, who was short and looked like an ordinary old man, did not respond immediately. Instead, he insisted on finishing the prayer, drew a rising sun pattern on his chest with his fingers, and then stood up.

He glanced at Herman, exhaled, and his wrinkled face trembled: "It's great that Ron is not dead."

What? Hermann was shocked.

He didn't understand why the archbishop would be happy that a cultist was not dead.

Archbishop Gerald took out a document and handed it to Hermann. As rows of text came into view, Hermann's face became more and more gloomy.

"He is the bastard of the Duke of Copperfield in the neighboring Spang Theocracy. But if we really kill him, it will inevitably cause conflicts between the two countries. They don't care about Ron, but that doesn't stop them from using Ron's death as a good opportunity to take advantage of it. With the dragons suppressing them, they won't start a war, but there will be trouble and compensation."

"And Ron, your research on ancient characters is also very important for us to interpret some ancient documents of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn."

Herman was unwilling to give in, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat: "But he violated the nuns of the church, which damaged the dignity and honor of the church. If we can't punish Ron, the Dawn Goddess Church will become a laughing stock."

At this moment, a sound of footsteps came from outside. Irelia, whose feet were still sticky, finally stepped into the church with her long legs. Her amber eyes swept over Hermann but did not linger for too long.

Irelia performed impeccable etiquette and then spoke: "Your Excellency the Archbishop, Ron did not hurt me. He did not do anything to me."

"I am willing to be examined by the other nuns."

Although this was a very shameful and insulting act, Irelia still made this decision, not to win back Hermann, she just wanted to prove Ron's innocence.

Gerald watched Irelia silently. He could see Irelia's persistence, so he stopped hesitating, called an older nun, and took Irelia into the side hall.

The waiting is anxious.

Especially for Hermann, after all, no one wants to have a green head all the time.

A few minutes passed before Irelia and the older nun finally returned to the hall. The older nun nodded at Gerald and said, "Sister Irelia is undoubtedly still pure."

In one sentence, Herman breathed a sigh of relief. A smile broke out on his face. He leaned towards Irelia, as if he wanted to talk to her.

But Irelia was unusually indifferent. She didn't even look at Herman. She just looked at Gerald and said, "Your Excellency the Archbishop, Mr. Ron was kidnapped by the followers of the Eternal Freedom Sect. He himself is very repulsive to the Eternal Freedom Sect. I think we should give Mr. Ron a chance."

Hermann felt irritated and jealous. Although Irelia was still pure, this woman actually spoke for Ron, which was hard for Hermann to accept.

Gerald thought for a moment. As an archbishop, he obviously had more things to consider. Not to mention Ron's research on ancient characters, as a high-ranking member of the Eternal Freedom Sect, he must know a lot of secrets of the sect, which would be very beneficial to the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.

In just a few seconds, Gerald had made a decision, and a warm smile appeared on his old face: "Sister Irelia, you are right. Joining the cult was not his original intention. We should give him a chance."

"You two come with me, and perhaps we can get him into the arms of the goddess."

Herman's face suddenly changed. Ron, that bastard, humiliated him severely, but not only did he not have to accept any punishment, he was even invited to join the church?

Why? He got slapped in the face for nothing? His teeth turned white?

My face seemed to hurt more.

Irelia smiled and said, "Thank you for your tolerance, Your Excellency the Archbishop. Can you allow me to go back for a while? I want to wash up."

"Of course, my child."

Watching Irelia leave, Hermann hurriedly followed from behind.

"Irelia..."

He called out Irelia's name, but received no response.

Hermann could only speed up his pace and stand in front of Irelia. Looking at Irelia again, Hermann didn't seem to hate her so much anymore.

This woman is indeed very beautiful and worthy of his status.

Irelia looked at Herman quietly: "What's the matter?"

The quiet gaze made Herman a little embarrassed. He coughed softly and said, "Ahem, I'm sorry, Irelia. I was too impulsive before... But it's not my fault. I'm just too sad and angry."

A sarcastic smile appeared on Irelia's lips. So, you are venting your anger on your fiancée?

Mr. Ron was right. As long as I am pure, Herman will come back.

But she did not feel fortunate at all, only endless sadness in her heart.

All Herman really cared about was her purity, not her... Mr. Ron was really a good man. Even though Herman had tried to kill him, he still provided himself with a way to win back Herman.

In comparison, Hermann is really... Irelia shook her head, feeling that her liking for Mr. Ron seemed to have increased again.

"Actually, it's Ron's fault in the final analysis. If this guy could explain it clearly at the beginning..." Herman was still muttering, pushing all the mistakes onto Ron, completely forgetting that he had attacked Ron the moment he saw him, without giving Ron any chance to explain.

Irelia sighed slightly. If she had originally had a little hope for Hermann in her heart, now, the last hope was completely shattered.

This man is irresponsible and he never thinks he has done anything wrong.

She looked at the chattering man quietly: "Mr. Herman, why are you telling me this?"

"Our engagement has been cancelled."

"Can you please move aside? I want to go back and change my clothes..."

Hermann's face suddenly froze. This was not right. In his imagination, as long as he apologized a little, Irelia would cry and throw herself into his arms again.

What exactly went wrong?

A name suddenly flashed through Herman's mind. He stared at Irelia's departing back, his face becoming extremely resentful.

Ron, it must be him, it must be because of this damn bastard that Irelia is so indifferent to him!

He clenched his fingers tightly. Kill him, he must kill him.

On the other side, Irelia returned to her room. Thinking that she would see Ron again soon, she felt happy and a faint smile appeared on her face.

Slender fingers opened the wardrobe, which was filled with all kinds of intimate clothing, full of temptation.

But soon, Irelia's smile turned into distress.

Pantyhose, garter stockings, thigh high stockings...

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Black, white, flesh-colored...

I wonder what type Mr. Ron likes? I can't try everything, right?

…

"I will obey your will."

The boat that carries souls.

Agnes was not surprised at all that the mysterious and great being knew her other identity, and even felt it was natural.

She saluted Ron again, and the door beside her opened by itself, gradually swallowing Agnes.

Given Agnes' status in the Church of Eternal Freedom, if the notes were really in the hands of the sect, it shouldn't be difficult to get them.

Just after Agnes disappeared, the silk thread representing Agnes was extending silently in front of my eyes.

It stopped when it was extended to twice its original length.

The silk thread squirmed and floated, one end of which slowly drifted towards Ron and wrapped around Ron's little finger.

Ron frowned, wondering if this meant that Agnes' fate had become entangled with his own? His head was aching more and more.

He took a look at the Soul Ferry Boat and felt regretful. If his mental strength was stronger, he would like to explore the Soul Ferry Boat carefully.

His mind went blank and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the study. The stone slab engraved with strange words was still lying quietly on the desk.

An unprecedented feeling of fatigue came over him, and his limbs seemed to lose control. He took a few steps back tremblingly, sat on a chair, and gasped for breath.

The sunlight shone through the glass onto Ron's face, reflecting an unusually pale face.

A few seconds later, Ron showed a slight smile on his face. It was really exciting that he was still able to survive after meeting Agnes, one of the four pillars of the Eternal Freedom Sect.

However, he swore that he would never do that again.

This time Agnes was dragged here, who knows what kind of person will be dragged here next time.

Not every time, you will be so lucky.

The ring representing the Soul Ferry is still on her finger.

Ron felt a little more refreshed. He stood up and happened to see his reflection in the mirror out of the corner of his eye.

A tall, thin young man with a slightly bookish air, short black hair, distinct features, and sparkling blue eyes like the deep sea.

Ron muttered quietly: I'm quite handsome.

Just then he heard footsteps and could see figures through the window.

Ron put away all the rubbings and slates on the desk.

Then, he walked quickly to the inner courtyard living room. When Gerald brought Irelia, Herman and another bishop to the inner courtyard, he saw Ron sitting quietly on a chair, half of his body bathed in sunlight and half covered in shadow, leisurely and quietly reading a thick book in his hand.

The quiet and mysterious atmosphere makes people reluctant to disturb it.

Irelia's eyes were shining, and she felt her chest was burning. Perhaps this was what a truly elegant gentleman was like.

As for Gerald, he had a kind smile on his face from beginning to end. Although he was a distinguished archbishop, he did not feel offended at all. He just stood there quietly, waiting.

Only Hermann and the bishop next to him looked impatient.

Ron didn't let these people wait too long. He slowly closed the book, raised his eyes, and smiled softly: "Archbishop Gerald, you are finally here."

"It's a little later than I thought!"

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