Chapter 50: Purification Rite

So she just continued to act according to the character setting buff.

Although at first, she just wanted to occupy the bed of this dead female corpse, after all, she wasn't a member of the nunnery.

But after seeing Sera's terrified expression, she suddenly felt an excitement that made her whole body tremble—an indescribable satisfaction, as if she had eaten a full meal and was satiated.

"You had the courage to pull her, but no courage to bury the corpse?"

Su Mian sat on the female corpse's bed and spoke, enjoying the chaos.

Sera dragged the corpse up, trembling, her lips pale.

Yet, upon seeing Su Mian sitting there, she showed a bit of joy and understanding.

"Ah, Yifening, so you were worried that I was too scared, which is why you occupied her bed?"

Sera's hands shook as she hung the female corpse back in its original place and squeezed a smile at Su Mian.

"I'm very touched, but don't use such extreme methods, otherwise you won't be able to protect yourself."

Su Mian looked at the grateful Sera and rolled her eyes speechlessly.

Kind to the point of being hopeless.

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The nunnery bed was not comfortable for Su Mian to sleep in; the pillow and quilt smelled of dust.

But fortunately, the female corpse hanging beside her made the other nuns living with her terrified, and the fear emitted was very delicious, nourishing Su Mian as she fell into a deep sleep.

The morning mist was dull and sluggish, and the sound of bells sporadically awakened the sleeping Vibens people.

Su Mian took a deep breath, feeling as if her nose was wrapped in damp wool; her whole body felt extremely uncomfortable.

She ate a couple of bites of pie hastily and followed Sera to the alley entrance to work.

Outside the alley, there was a long line; people in rags waited silently, and a few scattered soldiers stood guard with lazy postures.

"Peace."

Sera lightly tapped the holy water from the golden bowl onto her forehead, and the holy water slid down from between her brows.

Clear, transparent.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, went to the side to pick up a bowl of bean porridge, and left while holding the child wrapped in coarse burlap in her arms.

"I don't have the plague! I don't!"

"Oh, spare me, God, how much longer is this bedbug going to scream?"

Su Mian was attracted by the sound of the argument; the middle-aged man who was screaming had a terrified look in his eyes, and his forehead was black.

The soldier standing to the side had an impatient expression and drew his long sword, piercing the man's chest.

Blood splattered onto the face of a passing woman. The woman protected the child's head, her expression unchanged, but her pace quickened a bit.

Su Mian quickly captured the information. She smelled the holy water calmly.

There was a strange smell of alcohol, mixed with a hint of a burnt scent.

Why did this liquid turn black when it touched some people's foreheads, while others didn't? Was it really because they were infected with the plague?

While she was lost in thought, more than half of the people in line had already passed. Su Mian's line basically didn't have anyone infected with the plague. A shadow covered her, and in front of her was a gentleman's smiling face.

"Morning, Miss Yifening."

"Morning, Adrian."

Su Mian didn't use an honorific, and he didn't care.

Adrian smiled and bent down, offering his forehead. Cool fingertips touched his skin, and a drop of holy water slid down, not turning black.

"Thanks for your oil lamp yesterday; it helped Sera and me avoid some disasters."

Su Mian probed calmly. Adrian wiped his forehead with a small handkerchief, his smile widening, with no other expression.

"Is that so? My pleasure."

Tsk, difficult to deal with.

After the morning prayer ceremony ended, Anna arrived late.

None of the nuns dared to make eye contact with her; they all lowered their heads in unison. She cleared her throat and announced some major event in a proper manner.

As if she weren't a nun, but a Saintess sent down by the Lord.

"The Council has heard about the evil spirits causing trouble in Millford and has sent officers and clergy to the Anvil Fortress here to perform a purification rite."

"You are to set off immediately and follow these soldier gentlemen."

Those soldiers had just killed someone. The nuns looked at each other, pushing and shoving, not daring to step forward.

Su Mian lifted her legs and followed. Sera wanted to say something but stopped, pulling Su Mian's sleeve in pain as they walked together.

"Is, is this a plot point?"

Sera felt like she was talking nonsense. Su Mian was unexpectedly patient; she nodded, signaling Sera to look outside.

"Many players are going."

Including Adrian and Bruce, they were listed as young men with positive spiritual auras, which had a significant role in the purification rite.

If nothing went wrong, they should be able to see some players from the City-State Center.

The nuns boarded the carriage one after another, while the farmers could only walk behind. Adrian operated the carriage in front.

When he looked back, he startled several nuns, making them blush. Seeing that Su Mian wasn't looking at him, he silently withdrew his gaze.

"Hasn't the Anvil Fortress been closed for a long time? Why are we going there?"

"You don't know? It's said that the Saintess of Budra Fortress died; she was secretly pregnant, which was seen as an omen of misfortune."

The sound of nuns discussing came from the next carriage. Su Mian supported her head, listening half-heartedly.

"Are they crazy? Can a Saintess have children?"

"Exactly! She came secretly; it's said she wanted to give birth in that place, but ended up dying in childbirth!"

"And... it's said that people who enter the mine occasionally hear crying and occasionally see bats."

"When you're there, don't look down! Because you don't know if you'll see another shadow much smaller than yourself—that's the Saintess's unborn child."

Sera got goosebumps just listening. Su Mian deeply suppressed the urge to scare her, lifted a cover, and made eye contact with the soldier on the horse.

"Sir, would it be convenient to reveal who the clergy is this time?"

The officer felt his whole body burning under Su Mian's direct gaze, and his horse whip almost lost its grip.

"Ah, uh... it's Father Cain. There's nothing to hide about that, Miss Nun."

"Hell, what did you say?!"

The nuns who were just gossiping immediately held their black pointed hats and poked their heads out upon hearing the name Father Cain; their eyeballs were about to pop out.

"Father Cain, is he someone I can see?"

"I must be dreaming. He came to Millford; will the fog here get a little smaller?"

"Quiet!"

The soldier shouted, and the nuns retracted their heads. Su Mian frowned, suddenly realizing a problem.

She had snuck out. Although priests were all magnanimous and kind, this priest who had raised her seemed even more mysterious than she imagined.

There wasn't much in her memory about Cain, only that he was above everyone else, respected, and existed on par with the Noble Council.

Yes, such a person, saving hundreds of commoners every day, what kind of impression could he have of an ordinary nun like her?

Su Mian persuaded herself, relaxed, and closed her eyes to rest her body and mind.

It was already night when they arrived at the countryside of Millford, and everyone ate in an open-air thatched shed.

The local farmers prepared meat jelly and ale for them; it was clear that they had put a lot of effort into welcoming these so-called exorcism groups. ===== CHAPTER 51 =====