Denisha remained unconscious until noon, when the nun opened her eyes, and instead of the portrait of a god painted on the ceiling of her room, she saw an owl.

This made Denisha tilt her head slightly in confusion, and the owl also tilted its head slightly with the extent of Denisa's tilt.

After Denisha had taken three seconds to remember what had happened last night, she sat up from her bed restlessly, and the owl standing at the head of her bed was frightened and flapped its wings back to the beam.

Where is this?

Denisha covered her dizzy forehead and looked around, as she remembered that Cheryl had been badly injured and captured by the Presiding Judge, and that she had been captured by one of the Inquisitors.

But the scenery surrounded by books doesn't look like a torture room or anything like that......

"Denissa, you've finally woken up, I thought you'd be in a coma all day."

Cheryl walked to Denissa's bedside with the bread and fruit she had just bought from Nolan's market.

"Have the priests of the Inquisition forgiven us?"

Yesterday's experience made Denisha really unable to imagine any chance of survival, so the current situation Dinessa can only understand that the priest of the church has mercifully forgiven them for their mistakes.

"The Inquisitor is not a nun from the orphanage, and if we are caught by them, it would be merciful for them to have a slightly happier death."

Cheryl took a glass of milk and bread from the package and placed it on the side of Denissa's bed.

As a veteran Inquisitor, she knew how cruel the Inquisition could be in torturing and killing prisoners, let alone traitors like him.

"Denissa, we've escaped! You don't need to be locked up in that dark underground every day, you can move freely as you wish. ”

"Escaped?"

Denisha looked at the place again, and the owls standing on the beams made a 'cooing' call, as if to greet the new inhabitants of the Mage Tower.

But Denisha felt a little at a loss in the face of everything around her, because she was too unfamiliar.

She has lived in the church since she was a child, and even after becoming a judge, what she did every day was to dedicate herself to the gods.

Pray in the morning, pray at noon, and spend some time in the evening reading some church books and other books.

For Denisha, her world was so big, and the church in the Holy City was the world she knew.

Although she does yearn for the outside world, after she actually ran out, Denisha was a little confused... She didn't know what she was supposed to do or... What can be done.

"I bought you the login permission of the magic net from the White Thorn Flower Theater, crush this primordial crystal, and you can play the game of the dwarf saving the princess anytime and anywhere."

Cheryl saw the confusion in her friend's eyes and handed a pebble-shaped crystal into her hand.

The protozol was not strong, it could be easily crushed with a little force, and the shattered pebbles were fossilized into bits of white light and poured into Denisha's body.

The interface in front of her showed the desktop of the magic web.

With Cheryl's help, Dinisha quickly completed the registration of the magic net, and the registered ID was 'Mother Denissa'.

"Are they all the ones who are reading Cheryl's diary?"

Denisha didn't click into the game section to start the dwarven uncle and princess adventure in the first place, because the post "Diary of an Inquisitor of Heresy" on the front page of the forum caught her attention.

"Of course, it was thanks to these 'readers' last night that they helped us to escape from the Inquisitors, and in order to repay them, I wrote this diary from morning till evening."

Cheryl had made Diary of an Inquisitor a matter of pride.

Denissa, who had just come into contact with the magic web, carefully browsed the post made by Cheryl.

For the first time, she learned that books could be written in this way, and that while reading the book, she was able to share her thoughts with other readers who were also reading the book anytime, anywhere.

Denissa, who usually only reads books to pass the time in the church, instantly liked this way of reading.

"How? Would you like to try to write a book in the immovable library... It will definitely be popular with many people. ”

At Cheryl's instigation, the nun nodded, and Cheryl began to point out how she should use the Spellcaster Forum.

Denisha clicked on the section of the immovable library and created a new post, but when she thought about what book to write, Denisha didn't make up her mind for a while.

While she was thinking, Denisha found her suitcase among the books stacked next to her bed.

"Wait a minute."

Denisha stepped out of the bed and opened her suitcase, and it didn't take long to find an old-looking notebook among the books stacked inside.

"Denissa, you're going to keep a journal too?" Cheryl asked.

"Not a diary ......"

Dinisha opened the first page and followed the contents, and began to type on the virtual keyboard of the magic web somewhat awkwardly, and it was not long before a headline that made Cheryl feel uneasy appeared on the forum.

Tucker the Pied Piper and the Lost Elf Boy.

Judging by the title, it is clear that this is a fictional story made up by Denisha, and judging by the thickness of the notebook, she also made up a fictional story for a long time.

It seems that in addition to praying and reading every day, Denisha also finds time to write about things she likes.

"Show me a little."

Cheryl always felt that something was wrong with the title, and she picked up Denisha's notebook and skimmed through it a little.

As a result, not long after reading it, even Cheryl, as an old man in his nineties, was greatly shocked because of the content.

"The story recorded in this notebook is a divine revelation given to me by the gods!"

In her own way, Dinisha shows off the excellence of her work to Cheryl.

It turns out that the God of Light is such a person. Although Cheryl's inner thoughts were like this, she didn't show it, and just slowly put the notebook back on the bedside.

"Well, it's a very good story, and it's going to be a hit."

Cheryl said this against her conscience.

With Cheryl's encouragement, the nun published her first short story in the Immovable Library section of the Spellcasters Forum.

After waiting for a few minutes with uneasy feelings, the first reader's reply finally appeared below her post.

'Very interesting book. 'Respondent: Fuya.

"Someone is watching...... Fuya, I think I've seen that name there. ”

When Denisha saw the first reader's reply, her uneasiness was instantly replaced by surprise, but she always felt that the name Fuya was very familiar.

She opened the game section of the caster forum, and soon found the one with the most replies to the post in the section.

'How to let the dwarf in the red hat survive to the end?' 'Posted by: Fuya.

It was by watching this post that Denisha successfully cleared the first level.

"Do you know her?"

Cheryl's question made Denisha shake her head, for she had no memories of Fuya before she had ever walked out of the church.

"But it must be a very kind person." Denisha said in a very affirmative tone.