Chapter 25 Saint Lan Monastery
"You don't know how to comfort and save Celia, and you yourself can't escape for the time being."
"To escape St. Lan's Abbey, you'd need to get a green card, but you don't know who has one; it would most likely require the dean's signature and stamp."
"You gave Celia a simple idea: 'If you could steal some red masks from the changing room through the exhaust ducts, or kill some monks for clothes, and then get a green card, maybe it would help you escape.'"
"Upon hearing this, Celia felt that this might be the only solution and hurriedly thanked you."
"Then she remembered her diary and began searching under her pillow and bed."
Seeing her anxious look, I tugged at her sleeve. "Are you looking for your diary? I was afraid it would fall into the hands of the priest, so I put it away for now. Would you like me to keep it for you? Or do you want to keep it yourself?"
Celia waved her hand. "It's fine with you. I thought the priest took it; otherwise, it would have been troublesome."
"You and Celia didn't chat for long before you got a 404 error."
"I don't know how long the cycle of this strange power's contamination lasts. You want to know if there are any external manifestations of white blood cell mutations."
"In addition, the dean's son is also a key figure."
"From now on, you have one more task: find out who the abbot's son, Little Cooper, is, what happened to him, and whether he's still at the monastery?"
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"At five o'clock in the afternoon, the monastery still hadn't discovered what you were doing on the second basement level, so you went to the dining hall out of boredom."
"After all, the restaurant is missing a head chef; something might happen."
"When you arrive at the restaurant, you find that the head chef you threw into the Heart Man's room on the basement level has reappeared."
"You could see the terror in his eyes."
"Why is he still alive? Shouldn't he be dead?"
"Fortunately, the head chef didn't recognize you, since you were wearing a monk's robe and a hat, and your cross didn't have a name on it."
"You don't know if he still has any memory of the time before you knocked him unconscious this morning."
You hurriedly left the restaurant without changing your expression.
"You ran into the garden, and there you met the little boy in the red shirt."
The little boy ran up to you and begged, "Sister, what are you doing? Will you play with me?"
You pulled his hand away from your clothes and asked, "Why aren't you going to eat?"
The little boy pouted, "I can't eat with you. Uncle Edith will cook porridge for me."
"I haven't had anything flavorful in a long time."
You looked at the little boy with a puzzled expression, then asked him, "Why haven't you eaten anything flavorful in a long time?"
The little boy looked miserable, tears streaming down his face. "My dad won't let me eat it. He says it'll be bad for my recovery."
You hugged him apologetically, saying, "Oh, I'm sorry, I brought up something that upset you. I apologize."
"The little boy smiled broadly and then hugged you."
He continued to plead with you, "It's okay, sister, will you play with me?"
"You originally wanted to push this clingy little thing away, but he wouldn't let go of your monk's robe belt."
Just then, a system notification sounded.
"[Please increase the favorability of key figures in the dungeon to advance the dungeon progress. The current progress is 27%. Please keep up the good work.]"
"you:......"
"Okay, you think it's not a bad idea to have a key character in the dungeon?"
"You used to hate dealing with naughty kids the most, the kind who wouldn't listen to advice and would do all sorts of things. Every time a naughty kid got naughty, you wanted to slap him and even strangle him."
You asked, "What do you want me to play with you?"
"The boy in red said, 'Sister, let's play role-playing games. I'll be the little beggar, and you can be the child trafficker, okay?'"
"The boy in red was tugging at your clothes, his rosy, smiling face looking quite harmless at that moment."
You gave an awkward, forced smile and said, "Okay."
...
"You were pulled by the boy in red to a corner of the wall not far away, and he smeared some mud on his face."
"The little boy started to play the role of a little beggar. He leaned against the wall and squatted there with his arms wrapped around his knees."
He looked up at you, as if he had suddenly seen you, his eyes filled with longing and a glimmer of hope.
The little boy said, "Sister, can you give me something to eat? I haven't eaten for two days."
"He acted quite convincingly; you're holding back a laugh, you have to be a professional actor."
You said seriously, "Sure, but I don't have any food on me. Can I take you to the store to buy some? Come with me now."
The little boy hesitated for a moment, then suddenly his stomach rumbled loudly.
You stared at him in astonishment. The child was acting so hard; you were really hungry.
You: "I can only buy you food if you come with me. In this age of electronic payments, I don't have any cash to give you. I'm in a hurry. If you don't come, I'm leaving!"
The little boy licked his lips, his small hands clasped together in front of him, as if hesitating.
"This kid must be a professional actor."
"You pretended to turn around and leave, and the little boy immediately followed you."
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"As you approached the entrance to the lodging tower, he ran up to you, pointed at the tower, and said, 'Sister, why did you bring me to the monastery?'"
You turned around and looked at him in confusion. How could a human trafficker bring a child to a monastery?
The little boy asked, "Sister, do you work at a monastery? Is there food there?"
"When human traffickers abduct children, they usually trick them into coming away in a vehicle and then lock them up in small rooms."
"You remember Celia telling you that she was trafficked? Could it be that there are trafficked children in the convent?"
"But you've been here for two days and haven't seen any children other than the boy in red."
"Why is this boy in red acting like this? Did he witness something? Was he just observing? He's a clear-headed observer!"
"You intend to keep quiet about this beforehand and play your part to avoid having your neck bitten off."
You paused for two seconds, then said, "Yes, my sister works at a monastery. This is a monastery. Come in with me. The priest wouldn't lie to a child, you know. God is watching me."
"The little boy took your hand and led you into the accommodation tower."
"You didn't shake off his hand, wanting to see what he was up to, whether he was trying to tell you something."
"It's very likely that the little boy also has rules to follow, which he can't tell himself directly, so he uses this role-playing method to remind himself."
"Little boy: 'Sister, did you take me to the wrong place? This is where believers live. Cooper doesn't need to become a monk, he just wants to eat!'"
"Cooper? Is he the dean's son? The little Cooper from the pastor's diary?"
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