Chapter 820 The Kind-Hearted Nun
"Steam tank" is a vulgar term; the church's official name is Relic Type 073.
As for its origins, it is said to have some history, but Lynn doesn't know.
Several guards nodded to the workshop's guards, and the soldiers pushed open the heavy doors together, allowing Lynn to enter the dimly lit room.
The room was dark and gloomy, with no lighting and even small windows, making it gloomy even during the day.
She paused at the door for a moment, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the dim light before looking around.
The workshop was filled with all sorts of mechanical parts, and at first glance it looked a bit like a blacksmith shop, but even a blacksmith shop wouldn't be this cluttered.
Various metal parts of different models and sizes were piled on the ground, leaving almost no place to stand. Lynn felt dizzy after just one glance.
But those small, unclean individuals are able to find what they need among them and assemble enormous machines.
"Move aside, you've stepped on my wrench!"
Lynn instinctively took a step back, and a short man walked past her.
The unclean.
Lynn wasn't very tall, only of average height among girls her age, but the unclean person who had just passed by only reached her chest.
These unclean people are generally short in stature and can only work in dimly lit indoor spaces, as their oversized eyes cannot adapt to sunlight.
This reminded Lynn of the moles underground.
It is said that there are indeed some distant relatives of the unclean in the Rhine underground. The curse on those people was not removed by the candlelight, and they were driven away from the scope of human activities, and were therefore called the untouchables.
These unclean beings possess a unique mechanical talent; with just a little learning, they can skillfully assemble machines, surpassing even the most experienced craftsmen.
It was they who created steam and the Type 073 Relic, which could be used to ward off Castel's evil.
"Where is the workshop manager?"
A man dressed in priest's robes walked over, raised his hands to Lynn, and bowed with his hands clasped together.
Sister Lynn.
“His Holiness the Bishop asked me to check on the progress of the workshop,” Lynn said directly.
The bishop kept a very close eye on the workshop; if he didn't have to personally oversee the church, he would have preferred to live there himself.
Although the priest was somewhat helpless, his expression became serious: "Please return to Your Excellency the Bishop, the new batch of three sacred vehicles will be completed by the evening of the day after tomorrow at the latest. Everything is normal here, except for one person who was impure."
"One player lost? What was the reason?"
The unclean are an important asset to the church, and a report must be submitted for each one who is lost.
"This..." The priest's expression was clearly somewhat embarrassed. "I didn't control myself well when I was punishing them, and I accidentally killed them."
After saying that, he looked somewhat indignant: "These filthy fellows don't know how to appreciate the grace of candlelight. They just slack off all day long. The front line is clearly so tense, yet they're still dawdling!"
After saying that, he angrily kicked the short, unclean man next to him, sending him flying: "Is this how you repay your faith?"
"It is your faith, sir." A mocking, sharp voice rang out. The priest turned his head to look, but the person who spoke had already hidden himself and he couldn't find out who it was.
The priest's face turned red with anger: "Lunch is canceled today! Don't even think about eating until you finish your work!"
“You should explain the loss of the unclean to His Holiness the Bishop yourself,” Lynn said coldly.
She felt a subconscious sympathy for these unclean people, but not much.
After all, they don't look human at all.
"Alright, are there any other questions? I need to report to His Holiness the Bishop." As she spoke, she picked up a pen and began to record the progress of the relic's manufacture.
"That's all. We still have enough materials here. Oh, right, we're running low on wet parts. The last batch of believers is almost used up, so we need to get another batch."
"You can handle this yourself," Lynn replied absentmindedly, still somewhat concerned about the disaster victims outside.
"Alright, I'm going back now. Please sign the progress report."
"good."
After returning to the church from the workshop to report back, the old bishop, as expected, flew into a rage and went to the workshop himself.
The unclean are a precious asset of the church and should not be wasted. Accidentally killing them is a serious offense and will be investigated.
That priest is probably in big trouble; the bishop isn't so easily fooled. Lynn thought to herself.
But deep down she was somewhat pleased; with the bishop gone to the workshop, she could sneak out and secretly help the people.
She took some food and medicine from the storeroom and slipped out of the church.
Some food was distributed to the starving people who were on the verge of starvation—not much, and mostly coarse grains that were hard to swallow.
If too much is distributed, it's easy for others to snatch it away; slightly more refined grains are easily targeted.
Lynn is kind-hearted, but not stupid.
Unfortunately, she was soon dragged back by the bishop's men.
For safety reasons, the place where she treated the starving people was right next to the church. The advantage was that there were guards watching over her so nothing could go wrong, but the disadvantage was that the bishop could definitely find her if he wanted to.
The old bishop was clearly in a bad mood.
"Why are you rescuing those starving people again? How many can you possibly save?"
"It would be good if we could save even one person," Lynn muttered softly.
“You, you are just too kind-hearted. But serving the candlelight, kindness is not necessarily a bad thing.” The old bishop shook his head. “In the future, don’t let doing this kind of thing interfere with important matters. The moon candles are out of stock, go and watch them make a new batch.”
"Yes, sir." Lynn breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if she had been granted a pardon, and jogged all the way to the passage leading to the bottom of the church.
The passageway was illuminated by candlelight, making it even brighter than the workshop on the ground.
Soon, they arrived at a small room, unattended, with the door ajar.
This is the place where moon candles are made.
Lynn knocked on the door, and soon a response came from inside: "The door is unlocked, come in."
Pushing open the door, I saw that the room was brightly lit with many candles.
A man was busy at the central platform when he turned around and his expression brightened. "Lynn! Great! I was just looking for you! I've been working here all day. This job is so boring. Did you sneak out to help the disaster victims and get caught again?"
"Uh, hello, Priest Jayne."
Lynn felt a little awkward. This priest, Jayne, was always overly enthusiastic, yet she wasn't the type to talk much.
However, Priest Jayne wasn't specifically targeting her; that's just how he is.
"Okay, I'll get the materials, you can help me with the die casting process."
“Okay.” Lynn put on an apron and gloves.
"Come here, lie down, and hold onto the handrail in front of you. Don't move," Priest Jayne instructed the believer standing beside him, then turned to Lynn: "Am I right? Have you been caught?"
Lynn nodded helplessly, and Priest Jayne let out a hearty laugh, causing Lynn to blush.
"So you haven't had time to eat? If you ask me, even someone as kind as you should take care of their health. Here, there's some bread over there."
Okay, thank you.
The believer did as he was told and lay down on the stone platform. Jayne took the axe and cleaved the believer's head in two with a single stroke. He then skillfully removed the still-twitching brain and handed it to Lynn.
Lynn grabbed a piece of bread with one hand and put it in her mouth, then took the brain with the other, put it into the container in front of her, closed the lid, and squeezed it hard.
(End of this chapter)
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