Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

Prado Shaquille glanced at the man and said, "Something happened in the forest just now. The blood slave I left nearby has lost contact."

In Prado Shaquille's opinion, combined with Alman's sudden message, this matter was very unusual - moreover, Alman, who had always ignored his subordinates and seemed to not care about anything, and who was immersed in parchment every day, suddenly issued a message. This matter was unusual in itself.

But others don't think so.

"Nurak must have made a move. Armand realized he couldn't hold on, so he wanted to ask us to come back and help. Hey, that's a good idea. He calls us when he needs us, and ignores us when he doesn't!"

"Shaquille, what's wrong? You want to go back and make a fortune? Seriously, if you're only thinking about going back now, the soup is gone and there's only shit waiting for you."

Shaquille frowned and wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth, turned around, pushed the door and left.

Seeing this, two people hesitated for a moment and followed. Like Shaquille, they came here almost without saying a word, waiting for other people's reactions. Obviously, they were also wavering, and now they made a decision.

No one reacted to this.

Other people left along the way, and Shaquille just left when he got to the place.

……

Tate took several people away.

One of them was Frederick.

Tate took them to the winery's underground cellar and ordered someone to drag in an empty wooden barrel.

"Squat down."

Tate said to a few people, and they were stunned.

"what?"

"I said, squat down."

Tate's eyes were dark and his voice was drawn out - those people were immediately frightened and turned pale.

Although Tate's attitude towards other cadres was relatively harmonious, in fact everyone had heard that Tate was actually a guy with a bad temper. It was precisely because of this that Tate was not valued when he followed the old leader.

Cadres are treated with courtesy because most of them are strong people with some ability.

But what do Frederick and the others have?

Nothing at all.

Without a word, Frederick found a wine barrel and crouched down inside. Seeing him do the same, the others immediately followed suit. As soon as they crouched down, Tate called over, brought several barrels of wine, lifted them up, and poured them down on their heads. The aroma of wine immediately filled the cellar, and the cold, foaming wine slowly soaked their bodies. Frederick and the others gritted their teeth and endured, not daring to make a sound.

Although they were all vampires, they couldn't help but shudder at this moment.

Before long, the wine barrel was filled to the brim, even soaking Frederick and his companions in it - vampires can breathe, but they breathe only to inhale the magic elements in the air, not because they have a need for air, so they will not die even if they sink in the wine.

But it was very uncomfortable.

"It will be a little cold, bear with it."

Tate said with a smile.

Frederick did feel cold - the temperature in the north was extremely low. If vampires below the rank of baron were accidentally exposed to the cold wave, they might be frozen to death. It would be strange if they were not cold after being soaked in wine.

But Frederick and the others didn't dare to say anything and just nodded repeatedly.

"Listen, you must remain quiet in there and not make any noise. You'll have to pass a checkpoint to enter the city, but you'll be safe inside. The winery's carriage will take you and the wine into the city. You won't come out until you hear my voice. Don't worry—it won't take long."

As soon as Tate finished speaking, the barrel was sealed.

Tate tapped it lightly with his fingers, and the barrel made a muffled sound. He then nodded in satisfaction.

"Don't drink the wine."

He gave a final reminder before Tate left.

Soon, a carriage pulled by two deer left the winery and headed towards the port of Bormo.

And at the same time——

It hasn't snowed for several days.

The streets of the port of Bormo became bustling again after a long snowy season. The residents here seemed to have been looking forward to this day for a long time. Taking advantage of the good weather, they came out of their homes and busied themselves with trading winter goods. The merchants hurriedly put out all the goods that had not been sold at the beginning of winter.

Elsa looked at the people coming and going, feeling quite at ease.

She changed into her nun's uniform after a long time and felt very familiar with it.

Becky followed behind her, looking around curiously with her big eyes.

"Master, can we really gain anything by doing this?"

Becky asked.

Alman stayed in Baron Fisher's territory.

Tricia went to meet the lord here, got all the information of the guilds that owned ships in the port, and then went to the sea alone - Tricia planned to secretly set up a very large magical forbidden area, and no ships could enter or leave. Of course, this project was not that simple. If she wanted to do it silently and have a big enough effect, it would take Tricia some time.

So at this time, only Becky was with Elsa.

As a "former" cadre, Becky would certainly recognize Tate if she met him. However, looking at the busy street, she didn't have the confidence that she could find Tate before he discovered her.

and……

This was the first time Becky followed Aisha alone, and she was really nervous - she was afraid that she would mess up.

"It's okay. I'll be in charge of finding it, and you just need to be in charge of identifying it."

Aisha glanced at Becky and couldn't help laughing when she saw her blinking blankly.

"You don't have to be so reserved. Just think of it as coming out to relax."

There must be a reason why Elsa came here wearing a nun's uniform.

Aren't those vampires very afraid of her, the "devil nun"? If they met a blonde, human nun on the street, they would definitely take a second look, right?

However, as long as their eyes fell on Elsa, Elsa would notice it. If there was also emotions such as hatred and fear, it would be as eye-catching as a blazing fire in the dark night.

At that time, Elsa will counterattack with Adele.

With Adele's mind reading ability, everything is clear.

If, by some unfortunate chance, someone is able to resist mind reading – then it becomes even clearer.

……

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531. Flattered Becky (3K7)

The long-lasting snow and wind stopped briefly, and the long winter in the north welcomed the rare warm sunshine.

At the end of the street, the bustling market was crowded with people. Aisha and Becky strolled forward with the crowded crowd.

As the most important port city on the entire west coast, Bolmo's commodity economy was highly developed. Outsiders accounted for over 30% of the city's population, some of whom came from the Linthesius Empire's Clindekren—also a seaport city. Many chambers of commerce from the eastern and southern territories of the empire would ship their goods to Clindekren, and then by sea to Bolmo. Shipping offered unique advantages over land transportation, and many merchants chose this route.

The rest came from the Southwestern Federation in the far south, the Holy See and the Kingdom of Yekasa in the western continent, and even the Forest of Elves.

The sailors, merchants and adventurers who come here on merchant ships will stay in Bolmo until the ice and snow melt the following year, and then leave with a full load of Belmont Freya's goods.

They brought with them a completely different lifestyle from the Utes, resulting in a dramatic shift in architectural style throughout Bolmo Harbor from what Elsa had seen in Mengsk Village. The houses, constructed of red brick and stone, were generally short and wide, reflecting the traditional Ute architecture of solidity and heaviness. However, the buildings closer to the west coast became taller and more upright, reflecting the styles of the Empire and the Western Continent, as well as those of the Elven Forest and the Southwestern Federation. This was especially true of the inns, taverns, guilds, and chambers of commerce, which catered exclusively to outsiders like Elsa.

White smoke curled up from the chimneys, and the air wafted with the mixed smell of bacon, berries and liquor.

The hawkers extended from the road to the square, forming a market, which was crowded with people gathered from the docks and the east of the city. It was very lively. Behind the crowded crowd came the light and rhythmic music of a unique percussion instrument.

There were many pedestrians passing by, and occasionally someone would look up curiously at the two of them—a nun from outside the city, and a girl with rare white hair. Without disguising it, Elsa and Becky's attire was indeed eye-catching. After all, this order rarely had nuns from outside the city, and Becky's white hair made it easy to associate her with the vampires active on the border between the Northern Kingdom and the Empire.

It was obvious that they were not in the same group as the merchants, but more like guests from far away who only came in the summer.

They stopped in a corner of the market.

"What a strange fruit."

Becky followed Elsa's gaze. The carriage was piled with wooden barrels, each filled with silvery sea fish, leaping and flapping their tails. A Ute fisherman was unloading his catch, his strong arms still bare despite the cold winter. Beside him sat a little girl selling purple-red fruit.

The girl raised her head and blinked her big eyes, her gaze wandering between the two strangers.

Elsa and Becky were both rare beauties, except, of course, in the eyes of the Utes—they had thin arms and legs, without any muscular charm.

For the girl, she cared more about whether the two men could pay for the things in her basket.

"Sister Nun, would you like to try some black turang fruit?" The girl diligently wiped the largest fruit. "It's fresh! It's delicious!"

The basket was filled with a kind of dark purple and red fruit, the size of a fist, with a smooth skin.

In the north in winter, juicy fresh fruits are a rare delicacy. Due to storage conditions and climatic environment, most of the fruits available for purchase at this time are dried fruits, and fresh fruits are rare.

"Black Turango?"

Elsa squatted down so that the girl didn't have to look up.

"They look fresh, did you pick them yourself?"

Elsa smelled the scent of sea salt and a faint fishy smell in the air, not from the coast, but from the carriages. The boxes seemed to be filled with fish.

"Is this your first time in Bolmo, Sister Sister?" the girl blinked. "Black turanga grows in the sea and can't be picked in the mountains. Daddy caught this when he was ice fishing."

She explained, pointing to the busy fisherman behind the carriage - it seemed to be her father. Fishing boats would not go out to sea during this season, but the hardworking fishermen would not be idle. They would take long nails, sledgehammers, nets and spears to dig holes in the ice to catch fish.

Looking at Aisha, the girl narrowed her eyes and smiled.

"Sister Sister, the black Turang fruit is delicious. You can take one and try it—"

As she spoke, she picked a large, round one from the basket, rubbed it with her sleeve, and stuffed it into Elsa's arms.

"Thank you."

Elsa did not refuse. She took the fruit in her hand. It was icy and cool, reminding her of the plums she had eaten in her previous life, except that this one was much bigger and seemed harder.

"It's a local specialty of ours, and it's rare this season. You'll regret it if you don't try it after coming all this way!"

The girl was very enthusiastic.

Living in a place like Bormo, it is necessary to be able to distinguish customers. As the saying goes, you can tell a person by his clothes. Elsa's nun uniform deserves her warm treatment - the people in the church are relatively wealthy, at least wealthier than her, and they are kind, gentle and easy to talk to.

This is especially true for someone like Aisha. The nuns in the monastery have all seen her. They are all Utes like her, so Aisha must be from outside.

She had heard from her father that nuns who went out on missions must be capable and wealthy.

As she spoke, she took another one and stuffed it into Becky's arms.

"And this sister, I'll give you one too~"

"Hey, me?"

Becky looked flattered - the girl was too enthusiastic, and this was really a new experience for her as a vampire.

"The black tulang fruit is delicious inside and out, but it has to be eaten in a very particular way. You have to..."

The girl took out another one and started explaining it to Elsa and Becky, but before she finished speaking she saw Elsa had already taken a bite.

She was visibly stunned.

"Wait, wait a minute, this peel..."

The peel is edible, but few people do so because it is too hard - the peel of this fruit is comparable to the hard leather armor on a hunter. The correct way to eat it is to use a hammer to chisel a hole in the peel and then use a knife to dig out the flesh to eat, or simply boil it in boiling water for three quarters of an hour and wait until the peel softens before eating it.

Anyone who bites directly with their mouth like Elsa will basically have half of their teeth broken.

She wanted to warn him, but before she could say anything, her eyes widened as she watched Elsa bite into the fruit. The hard skin cracked naturally and entered her mouth, followed by a crunching sound like ice shattering as Elsa chewed it. The effortless look on her face, as if she were chewing an apple, left the girl stunned.

“It tastes really good, with a fruity aroma, cool and smooth texture, and just the right amount of sweet and sour.”

Elsa commented seriously and took another light bite. Crunching sound came from it. The girl stared at Elsa's intact white teeth, stunned. She hesitated and wanted to say something, but then she saw Becky also picked up the fruit and took a bite from it. The hard "shell" cracked in front of her sharp fangs.

Crunch, crunch, Becky began to chew.

"Juicy and delicious, mumu--"

Becky puffed her cheeks.

She has lived in a closed castle for many years. After becoming a vampire, she has long forgotten the taste of the food she ate when she was a human. Now that she follows Elsa and has not sucked blood for a long time, she seems to have regained some of her sense of food.

It does taste a bit good.

Seeing that Aisha and Becky gave positive comments but didn't mention the peel at all, the girl swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue and couldn't help but laugh: "You two sisters have really good teeth..."

She didn't understand, but was deeply shocked.

It was the first time she saw someone eating black turang fruit like this, it was so rough.

She didn't know what to say, so she could only offer dry praise - praise was a straightforward path for businessmen, as she had heard from her father.