Time goes back a few hours, early in the morning at the monastery of the "Rosicrucifix".

There were not many clergy in the monastery, except for the ten temple guards, the majority were "monks" and "nuns", a total of twenty-seven, and four "priests", in addition to one priest, and above that was Benjamin, "bishop" and "abbot".

The nuns and friars are the first to get up every day, they have to cook, clean and buy food, and after breakfast, they pray with the priest under the guidance of the priest, and after noon, the rest of the time is free, but mostly with the priest to study doctrine or practice magic.

Speaking of which, within the denomination, the status of each individual is determined by the "clerical position" - the service of the duke's daughter to those priests or bishops of commoner origin sounds fantastical, but it is a real thing. At this time, after a brief wash, Sally had already dressed up in her school robes as usual, carrying a bucket of water and starting to clean the church floor with the nuns she knew.

Sally's status would have been considered a "nun" now, but because she was directly nominated by Bishop Benjamin as a "candidate priest", it means that her status has reached the highest level among "nuns", and if nothing else, she can become an official "priest" when the College of Cardinals of the "Rosicrucian" temple issues an official announcement.

Because of such advantages, Sally is now very "hot" in the eyes of many "monks".

"Good morning, Sally. ”

Sister Chrissy pulled her long hair, raised her hand to greet Sally, and then asked, "Yesterday Bishop Benjamin asked why you didn't go to church, it can't be because you're not feeling well?"

"It's fine, just a few minor issues, just get some sleep. Sally's eyes were slightly swollen, and she could see that she hadn't rested well, she smiled and put the bucket aside, bent down and began to clean the church floor with a brush, "By the way, I heard you tell me the story of that bard yesterday, can you tell me more?"

Monastery life is too boring, and for young people, the outside world is always new and full of temptations. The monks and nuns of the monastery were allowed to go out in their robes, and sometimes they occasionally violated the rules and came back later, as long as they did not do anything bad, the priest and the bishop would not be harsh, so at this time, when the bard was mentioned, Chrissy's expression suddenly became excited.

Booker went to listen to it again yesterday, right over there in the town square... Those stories are wonderful, as if yesterday they were the story of how a knight became a king..."

The two chatted in a low voice, but it was basically Chrissy talking and Sally listening. Occasionally, Sally would make a surprised face or laugh along with the highlights, but her mood seemed to be different from what she had been before, which made Chrissy notice something unusual.

"Sally, I've never seen you smile so happily, isn't there anything good?"

"Oh, no, I just think it's funny. ”

"No, the corners of your mouth have been curled, could it be that you remembered someone?" Chrissy lowered her voice mysteriously, and asked with a gossip on her face: "Hey, hey, let's talk about it! Wasn't it before you came to the temple that there was... Got your sweetheart?"

"What sweetheart?" Sally raised her eyebrows, her goose egg face tightened, and she shook her head vigorously, "No... There is no such thing!"

Chrissy looked at her and crept over - "You hesitated, you must have remembered someone in your heart, right?"

"Not really!"

Sally continued to shake her head, and then a helpless smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, "Besides... What's the use of going into the temple and thinking about that?"

"Oh, don't you think about it? The gods are watching us, have we done anything against the teachings?

Chrissy casually recited the doctrine, looked up and saw a priest not far away, quickly lowered her head, and honestly brushed the floor.

Sally beside her shook her head, wanting to say something, but the corners of her mouth pursed involuntarily.

Oh, yes... I can't get married in my life, so what can I do if I think about the superfluous?

Thinking of what she said to Chrissy just now, although she didn't have much expression on her face, she was a little apprehensive and strange in her heart - because that figure involuntarily appeared in her mind, just because she hadn't seen it for a long time, Roddy's face seemed to be a little blurry in her memory, and the only thing she could remember clearly was perhaps the smell of the other party's body that made her feel reassured.

Thinking about it, what is Roddy's original identity?

In the past few months, Sally's intelligence organization has collected a lot of information for her, including all the information on the humble border scout "Lodi" - but the information in it has made Sally more and more confused: how can a kid who hasn't walked out of the kingdom's borders in twenty years be the guy who is strong enough to kill a team of wolf cavalry and kill the Scorpion King in his memory?

Remembering that he had said that he was "ageless", Sally was a little skeptical—was he really thirty-seven?

Hum... Thirty-seven years old, they are all uncles, why are they still so bad at taking care of girls?

Now thinking of Roddy's previous "hooliganism", Sally finds that she no longer has any shame, but always feels an inexplicable sense of joy - a guy with great ability, but he doesn't understand anything when he treats women, and in the end, he is repeatedly made out of foreign appearances, think about it...

"Hey, hey, I'll just say, Sally, you must have someone in mind, right?"

Chrissy shook her hand in front of her eyes, and Sally was stunned before realizing that she had been staring at the floor with a brush for a long time.

"Uh... That's—"

"No need to explain! get to work, and when the prayer is over, I'll call Ellie and they will come and judge you!" By the way, today we're going to the bazaar to buy some things," she looked left and right, and said in a low voice, "Oh, this afternoon, Booker said he was going to take us to the square to listen to the story of the bard, Sally, are you going?"

The offer made Sally's expression hesitate for a moment, but she eventually shook her head and softly declined.

Sally knows very well that there are Francis's people watching her outside, and if she goes out casually, she will encounter some "accidents" if she can't keep it - even if she has let her subordinates hire two troops from the mercenary union, the funds she keeps are not enough for the entire mercenary team to stay outside the convent every day, so now there are only two mercenaries outside the convent who are disguised as civilians to "take turn", and there is also a subordinate hiding in the shadows as a messenger of orders.

But...

Thinking that Roddy had come to Hollier City, she was finally looking forward to it-"Anyway... Now that you're here, you should take a look at me. ”

Thinking so in her heart, Sally also understands a fact: after all, Roddy and herself are not as "close" as they imagined, and to put it more bluntly, that elm pimple head may have always been "respectful" of herself, right?

The sixteen-year-old girl was full of worries, and she was inexplicably troubled by the guy who left a deep mark on her life.

After brushing the floor, Sally went to help prepare breakfast with the old nuns of the convent, but then the meal was not easy to eat, for several monks at the table quarreled over the "bard".

"Booker, don't talk about that bard, okay? just talk about it for a day or two, and talk about it every day for three or four days in a row, and I'm annoyed if you don't bother me. ”

The child who spoke was called Ryan, who was only fourteen years old, and because he was born in a baronial family, he naturally had some young master habits on his body, and he spoke straight and without scruples. At this time, his brows furrowed, and his words were quite impatient.

"After all, the people in the story are only the people in the story, just listen to what the bard pulled out with his mouth, can you still believe it?How can a man shoot a group of wolf cavalry with a bow and arrow... It's ridiculous! Do you know how strong the wolf cavalry is, how fast they charge?"

The atmosphere at the table was a little tense, and several nuns such as Chrissy and Sally were eating here, so it was inevitable that several male monks would hold on to their faces and not be convinced, and Booker was so accused by Ryan that his face was naturally a little embarrassed-

"What's wrong with the wolf cavalry? Do you know how fast he is? You shot an arrow at the wolf cavalry head-on?"

"I haven't seen it, but my grandfather has seen it, and he has a scar on his back, which was cut by the wolf cavalry, do you think I said that enough?" Ryan was also angry, glared at Booker and said: "I have shot arrows, hunted with my father, and the arrows do not hit the vital point, and they are not powerful for the wolf cavalry at all, do you want to say that someone can shoot the enemy's head with every arrow?"

"That's what the bard said!"

"So it's all fake! They'll just make up nonsense to trick you out of the copper coins in your hand. ”

"You... If you don't want to listen, you can stay away and don't have to come to me to talk about this!"

It is said that it is a quarrel, after all, they are all monks in the monastery, and their tempers are much better than ordinary people. Ryan and Booker's voices were only a little higher than they normally would, and there was no sign of arguing - after all, they were just a bunch of children no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and it was normal for them to have such an argument.

Several priests at the table next to him looked at the place, not interested in mediation, but just smiling and watching, talking to the priest occasionally, nodding and exchanging views. In their view, this is also a way to examine the doctrinal understanding of several children.

"Okay, okay, don't argue about this, Booker is asking me to tell a story, if it makes a noise to you, let's just change places next time. Chrissy went up to make a round, which sounded soft, but in fact there was not much politeness in the words. This made Ryan very unhappy, and muttered in a low voice, "It's just a bard who blows cowhides to the sky..."

Booker snorted coldly, wanting to say something, but was interrupted by a soft voice next to him-

"Although the bard is only a bard, the orcs do exist, and there are warriors who fight with the orcs, and his story at least gives us hope for the kingdom's army, isn't it? ”

Sally smiled at Ryan, quieting the young monk who wanted to continue arguing with Booker.