Chapter 96: Something to Die For

When I woke up, it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

Sharapova brought him breakfast, as well as toiletries.

"Monk, I heard Corrie say that you went on a date with Diana last night, is there such a thing?"

"Yes."

Ringer replied lazily, yawning, he was looking at Sharapova's expression.

He was a little disappointed, and the assistant's expression was unfazed.

"You won't make it, she's a demon hunter, and demon hunters don't talk about feelings, the dean said."

Ringer smiled.

Sharapova wrung out the towel and delivered it to Ringer.

"Bella said, you were chased away last night, and later, Diana went out, and came back very late, is there such a thing?"

Ringer took the hot towel and said, "You shouldn't come to the monastery, the female detective is suitable for you, and besides, don't fetch me water in the future, I'll go back by myself, I'm not used to others serving me like this, thank you." β€œ

Sharapova smiled secretly, and said: "Monk, I am your assistant, but my assistant is really a little idle, the dean arranged for me to serve you, the reason, you know, please allow me to do this, otherwise, the dean will be unhappy." '

Ringer tossed the towel back into the washbasin.

"Is the big devil in the office, I'll go find her."

"She should go to Diana, how about it, do you want to go and say good morning to Diana?"

Ringer shook his head and asked, 'Do you know what is going on in that garden in the abbey?' ”

"Monk, you have a problem for me, I have only been studying in the monastery for more than a year, I only came in last year, I don't know very well, I heard Deacon Nanlinya say that it was the original Gorsk Holy Lady Monastery, and later, it was expanded by Grand Duke Peter Killua (a powerful figure in Russia, equivalent to the kings and princes of China), and the old monastery was wrapped in a new monastery and turned into a no-man's corner of the new monastery, and it became what it is now."

'That's kind of interesting, can you get the key?' ”

Sharapova hurriedly shook her head: "The key is only available to the dean, and in addition, Loveski has one, and the dean asked him to go to the yard to clean it every once in a while." ”

"Okay, I got it."

Breakfast, according to the monastery's rules, is the time of prayer, and the nuns pray every morning after breakfast.

After prayer, there is meditation, Bible study, etc., and after lunch, there is work, which is a very important practice for the nuns, and the nuns in the convent are generally self-reliant. Among them, their identities are not the same, there are people from all walks of life, and the reasons for studying in the monastery are also varied, the big devil is said to have entered the monastery because of a fight, and Sharapova, the reason is quite strange, she came in because she was curious about nuns, but it doesn't matter, as long as you don't make a lifelong wish to serve God, you can leave the monastery at any time and return to the world.

Before the lifelong vow, she has to go through two processes, the first vow and the second vow, to express her lifelong devotion to God, Sharapova has not even made the first vow, so if she is not happy, she can leave at any time.

Ringer figured that his assistant was not quite a lifelong servant of God.

Ringer, who is the most special person in the monastery, the big devil said, you can practice freely, spirituality is also possible, there is no need to pray collectively or anything, some strict rules of the monastery, you can do it, don't be too much no one to say about you.

The most important thing is that no matter what you do, remember that it's OK not to die, and to live is your irreplaceable mission in the monastery.

The food and security of the monastery can count on you.

Therefore, Ringer's identity is a bit awkward, the big devil means that in the future, when the bandits come, you can't hide behind the nun, you are still the guard of the monastery.

This is the bottom line of the big devil.

Ringer arrived at the dean's office at ten o'clock in the morning, and the big devil was not there, only the assistant Wella was.

The monk explained his intentions, and Wella hurriedly said, "No, the dean won't give you the key." ”

Ringer touched the gray nose, so he went to look for the big devil, and halfway through, the big devil didn't find it, and met the old man.

"Lovesky, I want to go into the garden, can you give me the key?"

The old man is resolutely like an unshakable earth, and there is only one word: no.

it!

Without a key, Lao Tzu can't get in?

Ringer walked in the direction of the garden. The road leading to the garden is not so gloomy and quiet in the daytime, and there are many monastery trees, but the trees near the garden are the densest, and most of them are huge old trees that cannot be named.

Coming to the strange door of the garden, Ringer knocked with his hand, the iron door.

There are reliefs on the iron door, and the whole door is on, and on the reliefs, the figures are mostly rusty.

The fence of the garden has a certain height, about three meters, and Ringer climbed an ancient tree near the garden, fell from the branches of the ancient tree, and stood on the top of the wall.

He jumped.

This height, the height of a floor, he can bear.

The place where he landed was the east side of the garden, and the white house was in front of him, but the door of the white house was not on the east side.

The location of the white house is low-lying, and the view is not good, and after entering, it is like falling into a sinkhole.

From the stone carvings on the walls of the white houses, it can be seen that the monastery was first built in the 17th century.

This white house can only be seen in its entirety if you get closer.

The white house as a whole is built like a temple of European architecture, with thick columns at the front door, a triangular roof, and a circular shape at the back of the building, like an ancient castle.

The exterior walls of the white house are all marble, and from the broken place Ringer found that there are green bricks inside, and the green bricks are also painted with white paint, revealing their original appearance under the wind and rain.

In front of the main entrance of the white house, there was a small flat land, which was very empty.

To walk from a small flat ground to the main entrance, you need to go up a dozen gentle steps.

Ringer was not too surprised by all the variety, it was just an old monastery with white paint on the faΓ§ade.

It's just that on the far left side of the empty flat land, there is something that makes Ringer curious.

It's a shelf, erected on a huge block of cornerstone.

This shelf is I-shaped as a whole, a bit like a gantry crane in a port.

Of course, it is a mini gantry crane, with a height of no more than three meters, which is similar to the height of the fence.

Half of the material of the shelves is cast in black iron, and the remaining half is made of wood.

In addition, there is a rope tied to the wooden frame.

It's a strange machine made of sticks of wood, iron, gears, and ropes.

At the top of the I-shape, there is something, a sharp weapon with an arc-shaped blade, about thirty centimeters in length and width, hanging at the top, and the position where the rope is pulled starts from the top.

Ringer tentatively called it a guillotine.

Underneath the guillotine, near the ground, there were two thick planks, with a circular hole in the center of the plank, one of which Ringer pulled up, and the hole became a semicircle.

As he died, he lay on the ground, stuck his neck into the groove, and then looked at the formidable guillotine above his head, which weighed dozens of pounds.

Fuck, it's a guillotine!

Bad luck!

Ringer quickly got up, there was firewood in the yard, piled on the side of the white house, Ringer found a piece about the size of his arm, stuffed it into the hole where he put it in his neck, and when the rope was pulled, the guillotine fell, and with a click, the firewood was cut into two sections.

Exercise!

No wonder Ringer felt a sense of fear and a tightening of his heart when he saw it being held there.

After trying it out with his own hands and looking at the guillotine, Ringer noticed that it looked like it was alive.

He thought of the Reaper with an eerie ability to take the initiative that he couldn't speak, with a fucking consciousness of the sticks, the iron, and the ropes.