Trafford’s Trading Club

In the sea of ​​trees below the cliff of the monastery, the swaying shadows of the trees hide something that is peering at it.

"It's so peaceful, Pechols Abbey."

Putting down the telescope in her hand, Lamias jumped down from the tree trunk. As she fell, the open hem of her black nun's robe felt blown up by the wind.

These powerful but not thick legs stretched in the air, but the people under the tree did not choose to watch.

First of all, no one dares to provoke this nun. Secondly, they don't care about this kind of thing.

The moment Lamias landed, her legs were slightly bent to cushion the impact of the fall. The nun who belonged to the Black Order walked toward the tent stationed here.

It's been a while since I came to this place. Naturally, I have been observing this monastery for such a long time.

"Is the magnetic field still unchanged?"

In recent days, almost every day, Lamias would ask the people in the tent the same question - the nun who was assigned here after leaving Romania was obviously impatient.

Different from the time in Romania, during the mission, some personal issues were solved by the way - although, Lamias always felt that there was something wrong in the process - for example, she didn't know what to do with her gun. Lost things.

But in the end, it seemed that the order's mission had been completed, and that Jonathan had received the retribution he deserved, so she felt very good.

But it is indeed a bit boring here - I just want to find some things in this monastery. I had already planned the time for action, but because of some unexpected things, I had to temporarily put the time for action on hold.

The machine responsible for monitoring the changes in the holy light of the monastery suddenly detected a powerful magnetic field of holy light appearing in the monastery - the energy coefficient of that magnetic field was somewhat large, far exceeding the configuration of the monastery for this expedition.

"Angels are coming."

The nun was taught more than once during her training in the monastery that when the value of the holy light magnetic field reaches this level, the possibility of a heavenly master descending is very high.

The staff in the tent took off the headphones they were wearing, turned around, and said helplessly: "It's still the same as yesterday, no movement, no movement. But there are more of them. Through calculation, outside the innermost auditorium The strength of the barrier has probably been strengthened more than twice...Miss Lamias, do we really not consider applying for support from the headquarters?"

The nun said calmly: "If you think the headquarters can spare more manpower, I don't mind if you apply now. I would even be happy for you to apply."

"I'm just...asking."

He knew that the manpower problem of the monastery was indeed tight recently.

Recently, I heard that the team from the headquarters that had been responsible for excavating ruins was lost on the grasslands of Ulaanbaatar. Later, some more people were sent, but there has been no news recently, and I don’t know what happened to the subsequent people. Sample.

Of course, as a grassroots employee, these are just some of the things he and his companions talked about during a short break... It is more appropriate for the upper levels to consider matters at the upper level themselves.

"Wait a minute, Miss Lamias! The value of this magnetic field has begun to decline!"

Just when Lamias was about to leave when she saw that there was no harvest, the staff suddenly said in surprise. Lamias turned around and squinted at the numerical changes on the screen.

She always felt that the big gun hidden under the hem of her nun's robe was starting to get horny.

…

"Cease your anger and forsake wrath. Do not harbor grievances that lead you to do evil."

In the simple stone room, the only small window can bring light. Anatole stood in front of this small light, praying as usual.

He felt that this was his instinct - he had spent every day in prayer since he became conscious.

Therefore, even though the Holy Power in his body has been banned, no matter how much he prays, it will not resonate with the Holy Power, he still has not given up this habit of his.

The iron door of the stone chamber was suddenly knocked by an old monk, his godfather: Moji.

Moji stood in front of the iron gate and sighed inaudibly, but he heard Anatole in the stone room whispering: "My father, why are you sighing?"

Moji shook his head and said: "My child, please forgive me, I have tried my best. However, you will never be released from here."

Anatoly said quite calmly: "Father, you have done enough for me. In the end, Mr. Sullivan only banned my holy powers instead of abolishing them. He just imprisoned me here instead of putting me there." Isn’t it enough that I expelled you? The Lord said, you must know how to be grateful. Because you picked me back, you allowed me to have these twenty years of life.”

Moji frowned and said: "I watched you grow up, and no one knows you better than me. How could you be a heretic? Tell me, Anatole, my child, you really can't remember , did you encounter anything?"

Anatole shook his head.

Moji could only nod helplessly: "That gentleman went back yesterday. We don't know when he will come again, so I'm afraid you still have to stay here until he comes next time."

Anatoly said calmly: "There is water and food here, which is enough. The real ascetic monks in the monastery are much harder than me."

Moji was about to say something, but at this moment, a huge noise suddenly sounded outside, and at the same time, the ground shook slightly.

The two people in the conversation frowned subconsciously.

Moji quickly left the restricted area and walked outside. Anatole could not keep calm at this time, and he felt uneasy and looked out the window blankly.

I heard that those loud noises did not stop, but became more and more intensive... This was the sound of explosions.

Faintly, Anatole even heard a weak scream.

Soon after, Moji hurried back and appeared in front of the door of the stone room. His forehead was injured, and blood almost stained half of his face red.

"Father!" Anatole finally couldn't keep calm at this time.

Moji was heard saying hurriedly: "We were attacked... They, they wanted to rob the things in the auditorium! Anatoly, get out of here quickly."

"No, Father! How can I abandon you! Father, you!!"

Click.

When the door opened, Moji had already fallen to the ground. He still held the key to the door in his hand, but his chest was already stained red with blood.

"Forgive me, I can't open Lord Sullivan's confinement on you." Moji said weakly: "But even the holy light cannot have an effect on them... Their bullets seemed to be cursed, and they tore apart easily. Our shield..."

"Father, don't speak yet! I'll stop your bleeding!"

"No... no need. You... you come to my ear, I have something to say to you..."

Anatole had to lower his head.

But he saw Moji take something out from his arms and stuff it into his palm.

"Please... please keep the faith in your heart, no matter... no matter when and where... but..." Moji's voice became weaker and weaker, "but... if one day, you are really confused... ...If you have doubts in your heart...just go, just look for it...look for it..."

"Father!!!"

Moji finally couldn't finish his words and closed his eyes.

Anatole stared blankly at what the godfather gave him at the end of his life: a black card.

…

The light shield evolved from the golden holy light was easily penetrated by bullets.

Lamias held two guns and walked easily in Hall 13 of the monastery. The nun looked at the last remaining abbess.

Beside him, several ascetics had fallen into a pool of blood.

"Without the Holy Light, you are really no better than a retired veteran." Lamias chuckled.

"Curse weapon... The Black Order has developed such a depraved thing!" The abbot of the monastery looked very calm.

Life seems to be coming to an end at any time, but he is obviously not afraid.

Lamias turned the silver gun in her hand and smiled: "The impaling male's blood plus some other materials, although I don't really like it myself, the effect is obvious, isn't it?"

"What is your purpose?"

"Your Excellency, Dean, what is hidden under your feet?"

"Sure enough..." The dean's expression changed drastically, "You actually want to get your hands on it?"

"For a new world."

Lamias said indifferently, and the cursed bullet was shot from the barrel of the silver pistol and easily penetrated the dean's forehead.

After waiting for a moment and making sure that the old man had no chance of standing up again, Lamias took out the walkie-talkie and said: "Let the priest team come in, start to erode the barrier here, and take out the holy relics inside. In addition, Begin to purge everyone here, and let the people we have prepared settle here... From now on, Pejols will be our product."

"Miss Lamias, we caught a guy. He seems to be imprisoned in the dungeon, and he may have escaped during the chaos."

"Does he have holy power?" Lamias asked calmly.

"No sign of Holy Power activity has been detected."

"Hmm..." Lamias thought for a while and said: "He will be imprisoned, either a sinner or a heretic. Since there is no holy power... let's arrest him first, maybe it will be useful in the future."

"knew!"

Lamias put down the walkie-talkie and glanced at Auditorium 13. She stretched out her fingers towards the fallen body and drew a cross in front of herself.

Lamias chuckled and turned around, pocketing the gun, "For the new world? Who would do it for such a boring reason?"

…

The blood on the walls was washed away, the body was taken to a place for incineration, and the door of the monastery was reopened as if nothing had happened.

Only Lamias got on the helicopter and left this place in the forest.