"Your brother?" Yin Simei asked, puzzled.
Li Qianxia's tone unconsciously carried a hint of pride: "With my brother, even if the direct descendant vampire baron you mentioned comes, we won't be afraid."
It didn't seem quite right... Yin Simei turned to Yang Qinglan to confirm.
"It's alright," Yang Qinglan said casually.
“I’ll remember that,” Li Qianxia said through gritted teeth.
She only allowed herself to speak ill of her brother; anyone else who dared to say such things was considered an enemy!
"Lan...do you know her brother?" the old nun suddenly asked.
Yang Qinglan fell silent, remembering her status as a prospective saintess.
The atmosphere inside the carriage was somewhat subtle. The little nun, like a newborn fawn, looked around at the adults with bright, lively eyes.
The prospective saint met a man and even thought he was alright... Yin Simei couldn't wait to get out of the carriage and share this with her friends.
Upon arriving at the hotel, the group decided to take advantage of the daytime to kill Edison.
"Eat, rest for half an hour, and depart promptly at 2 o'clock." The old witcher gave simple instructions. "Sister Watson, could you please treat Insme and Us?"
The old nun nodded, and the others remained silent, making preparations.
“I heard you have an older brother,” Bridge said to Li Qianxia as he ate his beef stew with potatoes.
Li Qianxia focused on eating and didn't say a word.
The other young witchers gave Bridge a mocking look.
"I'm done eating!" Li Qianxia was the first to stand up. "I'll go back to my room to rest first."
Finally, she had some time alone and could call her older brother! Li Qianxia's steps were so light she felt like she could fly.
"Xia, come back and wait for Yinsmei to finish eating," the old witcher called out to her firmly.
Without giving Li Qianxia a chance to argue, he said to Yin Simei, "Eat faster."
"Yes." Yin Simei finished her food in a few bites.
"......"
Yang Qinglan watched Li Qianxia leave, her silhouette resembling a student who hadn't done her homework last night and was brought to the teacher's office today.
The First Evolution
After the meal, she followed the old nun to see how she treated Isimme and Us.
The old nun dripped holy water onto their wounds, placed her hand lightly on them, and murmured a prayer—a long, soft whisper, as gentle as a mother cleaning her child's ear with a cotton swab.
A faint golden light appeared on the old nun's palm as she pressed down, and then, as if infected and transmitted, the holy water also shone with golden light.
"Hiss!" Yin Simei and Wu Si gasped.
"Does it hurt?" Li Qianxia asked Yin Simei curiously.
"It itches!" Yin Simei answered, holding her breath, her expression one of torture.
After the prayer, the young nun handed the old nun a handkerchief, which the old nun used to wipe the beads of sweat from her forehead.
"Please rest well. We shouldn't be moving around for a while, but there's no other way given the current situation," the old nun instructed the two.
"Yes, thank you." Yin Simei and Wu Si nodded and bowed.
After the three nuns left, the witchers had no chance to rest for a while. It was too hot. Air conditioning was not invented until 1902 and gradually became widespread until 1950. It was only 1880 now!
"Why don't we get some ice?" Dansi from Fighting Tower suggested.
“If you want no permafrost in a pinch, pshaw,” said Sivit of the Spider Academy, spitting out food scraps, “I have no objection.”
“Abram?” Dancy asked for his opinion.
Abram gritted his teeth, and before he could answer, the old witcher's voice rang out: "You want me to kick each of you in the ass, boys?"
There was no sound in the room.
"Cool~" Li Qianxia exclaimed softly.
The old witcher gave a gentlemanly bow, then closed his eyes, sat down in his chair, and rested with his legs crossed.
The room fell completely silent.
Yang Qinglan followed the old nun back to the nuns' room. The young nun lay on the bed and quickly fell asleep in the cool and pleasant temperature.
Yang Qinglan whispered to the old nun about the prayer that morning to unlock the Gospel Book's skills for free, and the prayer she had just used for healing.
“This is the nun’s responsibility. Lan, what you should do is pray to the Gospels.” But the old nun refused to tell her.
"The more you know, the more secure you are. If you get injured, I can treat you."
The old nun gently shook her head: "There are certainly better Gospels."
"Lan," she interrupted Yang Qinglan, who was about to speak again, "I want to rest and prepare for the battle this afternoon."
Yang Qinglan had no choice but to nod.
If it were Yaochi, with its S-level instinctive favoritism towards its concubines, whether nuns or demon hunters, they would probably already be speaking their minds without reservation.
She lay in bed, pretending to yawn, and swallowed a pill that could restore her abilities. She felt she had to learn a skill that could hypnotize or read memories as soon as possible.
Otherwise, experiencing another world would mean another loss—for example, in 1880 America, she could only watch the knowledge of witches and nuns, unable to acquire it.
Yang Qinglan closed her eyes.
By 2 p.m., everyone's spirits had improved, and although some individuals were yawning, they were clearly in good spirits.
The three nuns and two female witchers boarded the carriage, while the remaining witchers shaded their eyes with their hands and stepped into the blazing sun.
“The sun shines eternally, and we merely toss and turn within it,” the old nun whispered. “Praise the Lord.”
The young nun followed with a prayer: "Praise the Lord."
“Praise the Lord,” Yang Qinglan also said.
Li Qianxia pursed her lips, turned her head away, seemingly secretly smiling.
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