Outside the window, there was the clatter of a train.

Nance looked in front of the mirror and straightened her outfit.

A long black coat that covers the calves, suit pants with slightly tight legs, and a newsboy hat of the same color as the jacket.

This outfit reminded him of the British-style gangsters in "Bloody Gangsters". However, his face has a faint bookish air, and he looks like a Victorian playwright who specializes in exposing the painful lives of low-class workers.

Nance shook her head and smiled, muttering in a low voice: "The smog over Birmingham is all smoke from the razor......"

Doracoo landed expertly on his shoulder, wings flapping his head, urging him to hurry out.

One man and one bird came out of Lesson 9, got into the nearest tram stop, and took the Tuen Mun Line to the monastery.

The display screen in the carriage shows an advertising screen of a female robot writhing charmingly.

"The upgraded version of the sex puppet robot equipped with the latest bionic chip will bring you a new exciting experience, which is the Elysium that the human body cannot reach, and what are you hesitating about......"

I feel that this advertisement is too vulgar.

Nance closed his eyes slightly.

【Destruction Engine On】

【Signal link successful】

【Cracking the Tram Control System】

[Order: Switch Signal Source]

When I opened my eyes again, the image on the screen had changed to a ballet performance.

That's what a good world should be...... Nance smiled slightly, intently admiring the actors' graceful dancing and seductive body curves.

The tram clattered and swayed, and the height of the buildings on either side of the windows was shrinking.

Halfway through, a mother and daughter got into the car and sat next to Nance. Neither of them was wearing expensive clothes, nor was it new, but it was clean. The daughter is only seven or eight years old, with lovely facial features, big eyes wide open, and she reaches out to catch the owl.

"Goo~"

Doragu glanced at the saliva on the little girl's lips in disgust.

"Mom," cried the little girl excitedly, "Fat Bird, cute! ”

"Good, don't touch other people's things." The mother took her daughter in her arms and wiped her saliva.

Nance looked over at them.

Dressed like an underworld, with an owl standing on his shoulder, he doesn't look like a serious person.

Mom was visibly nervous and subconsciously avoided his gaze.

The little girl didn't think much about it, and looked at Nance longingly with bright and simple eyes: "Uncle, can I touch it?" ”

"Call my brother." Nance corrected her gently.

"Oh, got it......" The little girl blinked her eyes and said in a milky voice, "Uncle, can I touch my brother?" ”

“？”

Nance looked shocked.

"Goo!"

The owl sneered unceremoniously and slapped his head with its wings.

The tram stopped at this point, and Nance leaned over her shoulders and said to the little girl with some revenge, "Feel free to touch it." If you can't touch it, you can pull it off with a feather. ”

"Goh?"

Dora A coo was directly frightened.

The daughter stretched out her hand excitedly, but the mother picked her up and said, "We're here," and hurried out the door.

Nance watched them leave.

In the end, Erduo was able to capture the dialogue between the mother and daughter, which was a lesson from the mother to her daughter, such as "That's a demon", "Be careful of him hurting you", and "Do you know if you want to hide away in the future".

The daughter was lying on her mother's shoulder, glancing at Nance.

There was a strange light in those eyes, which seemed to be suspicious, and seemed to be incredulous, as well as reluctance to the fat bird.

"Being discriminated against like this all year round, how can there be a reason why the devil is not crazy......" Nance smiled bitterly.

"Goo~"

Doracoo raised her wings and patted Nance on the head as if reassuringly.

Nance grabbed it with a backhand and jerked it up.

One thing to say, Miss Owl's feel is superb, especially when she looks at her disgusting expression of resistance, and it feels more like she picks it up.

The tram stopped at Tuen Mun Station half an hour later, and Nance got off the train and walked through the town with an owl on his head.

It is very deserted and dilapidated, and there are very few serious people on the streets, only the spiritual guys who gather on the street to smoke and take drugs can be seen.

When these people saw Nance coming, they obviously cast a malicious look, probably trying to get some oil and water from him. But they were also a shrewd bunch of thugs, and after judging by Nance's outfit and physique, they retracted their malice in a foolish way.

Nance climbed the long mountain path and entered the Abbey Square, where he saw several pointed icicles hanging from the rain curtain at the entrance of the church.

At this time, the snow drifted down with the wind again, and the nearby mountains and forests, rooftops, roads and tree branches were covered with snow, looking like a gray and white ink painting.

"When is spring...... "He took a deep breath.

The air was much colder than expected, and the internal organs seemed to be filled with ice water in an instant.

It was a cloudy, dimmer winter morning, and the sun had barely broken through the clouds to powder. The church was dimly lit, and the flames of the stove glowed red with the outline of the idol.

Ms. Rena, dressed in a nun's dress, sat on a bench.

She stared at the idol, pondering something, and sometimes a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

"What are you thinking?" Nance walked in.

Sister Rena turned her head in surprise, her sky-blue eyes facing him, and her blonde hair swaying under the veil was like an autumn field.

Seeing this gentle and sweet goose egg face, the little depression in Nance's heart suddenly disappeared.

Is this the gentle remedy of a nun of purity?

It's really powerful.

Nance was looking forward to the day when she would be able to rest on her knees and enlighten herself, and it would be the second happiest pleasure in the world - the first being being trampled by the Queen with her cute little feet.

"I was just thinking, what would you ask? What should I say to you? Sister Rena said to Nance in a cheerful tone.

"Are you going to the confessional?" Nance asked.

"No, that would be too formal, wouldn't it?" Sister Rena patted the empty seat next to her, "Come and sit down here, my child." ”

Doracoo looked at the nun carefully.

She has a very kind face when she looks at it, her appearance looks elegant and intelligent, and there is a faint smile like a shadow on the corner of her lips all the time. Those eyes are as beautiful as sapphires, and the clear gaze is revealing warmth all the time.

"Goo~"

It screamed.

As soon as Nance sat down on the bench, she immediately slipped into the nun's arms.

"Ah, it's so cute." Sister Rena's white, tender fingertips gently rubbed the owl's little head, and looked sideways at Nance: "Where did this little guy come from?" Does it have a name? ”

"I picked it up halfway, and it's called Dora Goo." Nance replied.

"Dorae-goo? What a strange name. But it's nice to hear......"

Sister Lena laughed.

That smile reminded Miss Owl of the eagle who had not been picked up by the queen. At that time, he had not yet gained weight, but he lived in the forest, and liked to nap in the treetops where the sun could reach. The nun's smile reminded it of the sunlight that leaked through the dense leaves, a kind of warm sunlight that could dispel darkness and cold.

"Goo~"

Dora-A coo unscrupulously sells moe in her arms.

"On the way here, I encountered something that made me a little unhappy...... "Nance moved his buttocks, leaned a little closer, and talked about the mother and daughter he met on the tram.

Sister Lena tilted her head softly and respectfully in response.

The distance between the two was so close that her beautiful blonde hair almost touched his shoulder.