Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

Aisha glanced at the remaining black turang fruit in the basket.

There are actually not many fruits in this basket, only about ten or so. It can be seen that this kind of fruit is not easy to get in large quantities. I don’t know if Charlie and Tricia have tasted this kind of fruit. Maybe it is not a rare thing for the knowledgeable Tricia, but Charlie, who has lived in Weilin Town since childhood, probably has never tasted it.

"I want all the rest, including these two. How much is it in total?"

Aisha asked.

The girl suddenly showed a look of surprise, and then immediately turned into joy.

"You, you want them all?"

"Yes."

"Then... seventeen silver coins—seventeen silver coins will be fine!"

Fresh black tulang is not cheap, and the girl quoted a reasonable price.

"I only have Imperial Coins, is that okay?"

"No problem! Then ten will be enough!"

In the bustling trading port of Bolmo, the currency of the Empire, the currency of the Southwest Federation, and even the currency of the Church and Kingdom of the Western Continent can be used unimpeded.

Elsa took out the silver coins, and the girl, with an excited smile, skillfully wrapped up the remaining black turanga.

After watching Elsa and Becky leave, the girl immediately picked up the empty basket and ran to the back of the carriage.

"Dad, the black Turang fruit is sold out!"

Cheerful shouts came from behind the carriage.

……

The closer you get to the coast, the more crowded the road becomes.

Becky was afraid of getting lost, so she followed Aisha closely, holding a bag of black turang fruit in her arms.

She suddenly asked, "Master...with so many people here, can we really find Tate?"

Looking at the sunlight in the sky, it was already afternoon - since arriving here, she and Aisha had been wandering aimlessly for the entire morning.

So far, they have found nothing.

"I heard that Tai Te is a cautious person. Could it be that... they haven't entered the city yet?"

Becky didn't know much about Tate. She had only met him a few times when she worked in the organization, and they were just acquaintances at first sight. Becky was obsessed with studying those experimental notes and rarely communicated with other members of the same tribe, let alone Tate, who was already on the edge of the organization.

Aisha asked her to help identify it, but she was not very sure.

But Becky found that Aisha seemed very confident about this.

"Tricia has blocked the sea route. They have no way to escape. We don't need to worry. They will come out sooner or later." Aisha looked around nonchalantly, slowed down her pace, and said casually, "Compared to this, Becky, is there anything you want to buy?"

"Ah I?"

"Well," Aisha's gaze stopped in a certain direction, and she pulled Becky away, "There's a clothing store over there. Let's go and pick out some clothes for you."

Becky was stunned. She was a little flattered by Aisha's words and the sudden grabbing of her hand.

Becky's palms were icy cold, but Elsa's were soft and warm, which was totally out of place in this cold winter season.

She was a little at a loss, holding the fruit, and was pulled away by Elsa in a daze.

She has indeed been wearing this outfit for quite a long time.

Vampires don't pay attention to the habit of dressing up. They are not as obsessed with appearance as humans, and do not need to clean and bathe often. The clothes they are wearing are the ones they got from Elsa a month ago.

"Since there's no news of Tate's whereabouts for the time being, we might as well find something to do."

Elsa recalled a quick glance at the dream world. In the dream, Becky was still a blood slave. Elsa sometimes wondered, if things had developed as the dream world did, if Elsa had not appeared in this world, the vampires who attacked Charlie would not have died, and Becky would not have waited for the day of freedom, then what would have happened afterwards?

Will the sealed defiler appear? And what will happen to Sky Island and Mira?

Elsa decided not to think too much about it.

"Come to think of it, you've been living in the castle all your life. This is your first time leaving your territory, right? In that case, why not take this opportunity to relax and unwind?"

Rather, Becky grew up in that moderately sized territory. As for being chosen by the lord, her former master, and being taken in as a blood slave, that was a story for later.

Becky didn't say anything. Facing Aisha's clear gaze, she lowered her brows slightly.

She rarely spoke of her past—and it wasn't a good one.

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532. No Choice, I Can Only Betray (5K6)

This is a clothing store that looks quite old.

There are no large modern floor-to-ceiling windows like in the past, nor any eye-catching slogans that make people excited. The store is dim and out of tune with the bustling square.

All clothing stores in this world provide custom-made services—or, in other words, all tailor shops in this world sell ready-made clothes.

Speaking of which, when the old priest was young, there was no such thing as a "ready-made clothing store". At that time, there were only "tailor shops". Poor people would take their old clothes to be repaired, or take apart old clothes and have them made new. Sometimes they would also directly buy old clothes on consignment from others. As for custom-made new clothes, those were exclusive to wealthy businessmen or nobles.

For most people, a new piece of clothing is not a cost-effective transaction. Most people only have one or two sets of clothes, and the attribute of clothing as a "commodity" is not strong.

What's more, in the early years, there were widespread laws restricting clothing - for example, farmers were prohibited from wearing brightly colored clothes or jewelry, and only nobles were allowed... This kind of law full of class superiority was regarded as a consensus in most countries outside the Holy See, and was not gradually abolished on the continent until thirty or forty years ago.

The first person to propose the abolition order was naturally the previous Empress of the Empire.

People's livelihood is in decline, supplies are in short supply, military and political tensions are high, business operations are at a standstill, and everything is moving towards war. People have not yet emerged from the shadow of war - the gloomy world is looking forward to some new changes.

Therefore, the Queen issued new laws and made many experiments.

The professions of adventurer and mercenary also emerged at that time. With the support of the Queen, the guild developed rapidly, providing a place for soldiers who left the army to go. While resettling veterans, it also opened up an important industry that has had an impact to this day. Their activeness fed back into the empire's commercial economy, merchants were guaranteed security, adventurers were paid, and other industries received goods and trading needs.

The tailor shop also began to transform at that time.

Adventurers and mercenaries always go to tailor shops to repair damaged clothes, but this is obviously inconvenient and sometimes causes them to miss out on high-value commissions. So some people customize spare parts for emergencies, and it soon developed into a business. This business was quickly simplified under the busy tailors' scissors. They imitated the practices of blacksmiths, shortened the complicated processes, and finally formed a finished product business model with certain size specifications.

That is, a clothing store.

Even the business scope of clothing stores has long expanded from selling protective linings and soft armor to adventurers and mercenaries to general ready-made clothing and women's underwear.

Aisha pulled Becky, opened the door and walked in.

The copper bell rang softly, and the smell of cloth came to my face. It was a special smell mixed with spermaceti wax, animal fur, tanned leather, some spices, sawdust and hay. It was difficult to describe it in one word. It was pungent and unique.

The interior of the store is simple but clean and tidy.

On the tool bench on the left were scissors, needles and thread, a ruler, an ironing stone, and some scraps of fabric. On the right were finished garments of various sizes. The most eye-catching was an elegant dress in typical imperial style. Elsa had seen quite a few of them in Dammas. Elsa remembered that Charlie's father seemed to have a similar one, but he only wore it during church services in the monastery, or when Saint Inksha visited the town last time.

In addition, you can see many different styles of clothing on display, with various fabrics neatly arranged at the bottom, and further inside, there are cloaks, capes or cloth armor, robes, belts and leggings, as well as aprons and conservative women's underwear.

The stairs leading to the second floor are interspersed in it. Above it seems to be the owner's residence and studio, and intermittent voices can be faintly heard from there.

"...Do as I say...or else..."

"Please..."

Becky seemed to sense something was amiss, and she raised her eyes slightly to look upwards. There seemed to be another person upstairs, and they felt very familiar to her—was it... one of their kind?

Becky looked at Elsa, but Elsa just looked in the direction of the stairs.

At this moment, the conversation came to an abrupt end as the doorbell rang softly.

Then, hesitant footsteps approached the stairs, and a young Ute woman leaned half of her body out. She was dressed in a simple overalls with suspenders, and the rough fabric still couldn't hide her strong muscles. But at this moment, her face was tense and haggard. When she saw Aisha, her expression froze, as if hope surged, but quickly dimmed.

nun?

Is there a nun in the Bormo church? She used to make clothes for the nuns, and she knew all the nuns in the church. Obviously, Elsa was not one of them.

Could he be from another town? I heard the church was holding some kind of selection a while ago, and many nuns with considerable knowledge and martial arts skills from nearby towns were recommended and sent to the church in Bormo to compete for a place in the Vatican. Could this person be one of them?

but……

The nun's words alone seemed unable to help her, and might even anger the uninvited guest, which would not only fail to resolve her predicament but also bring bad luck to the nun. She sighed inwardly—if only the priest or even the bishop had come here in person. If they were powerful, perhaps they would be able to find a way to help her.

She glanced towards the other side of the stairs, which was the direction of the studio on the second floor. There sat a young woman. She was tall and slender. Although she was wearing a robe and a hood, she was wrapped tightly. The dagger in her hand shone with a cold light, and it was obvious at a glance that she was not a local Ute. The woman lowered her eyes and stared at her with a poisonous tongue. Her lips moved slightly, and then she revealed a cruel smile.

The woman was threatening.

She pursed her lips, turned her eyes away, and tried her best to look normal. Then she spoke to Aisha apologetically:

"Sorry... We are closed today and are not accepting orders..."

Elsa glanced in the direction of the stairs and smiled slightly.

Bringing Becky here suddenly was not a whim, but a purpose - after spending a whole morning in Polmo, how could Adele, who could read minds, get nothing?

"Aisha's mom—ah no, Aisha..."

At this moment, Adele's voice appeared in Elsa's mind, but she shut up aggrievedly as soon as she opened her mouth - Elsa's finger was hanging on the hilt of the sword. Adele had no doubt that if she really called Elsa "Mom", Elsa would definitely give her a crisp slap.

"This person probably hasn't been marked with the Blood Slave Mark yet. She was simply coerced..."

She said weakly.

"The real owner is still upstairs."

The real culprit was, of course, the woman who was still in the studio on the second floor, leisurely playing with a dagger. She was a genuine vampire. Although Adele didn't have the convenient magical vision of Tricia, she could still easily identify a vampire.

It’s a pity that the other party didn’t know that the “customer” downstairs was Elsa. Out of caution, she didn’t seem to have any intention of showing up, and just asked the owner of the tailor shop to come out and drive the customer away.

"Miss Bona, the bishop asked me to come here. We need to order some nun uniforms."

Elsa opened her mouth.

Bona was slightly stunned, then she believed it a little, and hope rekindled in her eyes. It was someone sent by the bishop. Great, there was help! Although she had never seen anyone like Elsa in the monastery, since Elsa could call out her name, it must be true.

but……

Bona hopes that Elsa can bring hope, but at the same time she is afraid that Elsa's appearance will make the woman upstairs kill her.

She was too scared now.

Of course she didn't know that all this was just nonsense that Elsa made up with the help of Adele's mind reading ability.

The woman upstairs finally seemed to be a bit more vigilant. After all, the pressure brought by a church bishop was more than she could handle. The church was notorious for its abundant military power. Nine out of ten priests were ruthless men who had killed dozens of monsters, and the remaining one had killed hundreds. And let alone a bishop. If he couldn't protect the peace of a region, what kind of bishop was he?

She naturally did not dare to neglect it.

But fortunately, it was only a nun who came.

She gripped the dagger tightly in her hand and approached Bona on the stairs with very light steps. Bona wanted to ask for help, but she didn't dare to move. She just hoped that Elsa could sense the plea for help in her eyes and go back to the church to get reinforcements.

However, the woman's words immediately made her feel like she was falling into an ice cave.

"Don't say anything unnecessary. By the way, let her come up."

The woman stared at Bona fiercely as a threat.

She had originally only wanted to drive away any customers; she had come to carry out her mission and didn't want to cause any complications—but now she had changed her mind. Since someone from the church had come to her door, she naturally couldn't let them go.

She didn't dare bet that the nun had noticed anything from Bona's nervous expression. If the Church intervened, it would be a real disaster. She decisively decided to kill the nun and make her a blood servant to distract them. She could even disappear. As long as their presence wasn't exposed, it would be enough. After all, Lord Tate would soon complete the arrangements and take them away. What happened next didn't matter.

The woman's eyes became more sinister. She stood in the shadow beside Bona, which was a blind spot for people going up and down the stairs.

Bona was so nervous that her vision turned pale.

She swallowed hard, pretending to be calm, but in the end, the fear in her heart made her speak:

"Since this is the Bishop's order... then... please come up and discuss it in detail..."

Bona stood there, feeling as if there was a stone blocking her heart.

Guilt did not overcome fear.

Elsa seemed completely unaware of the danger and walked towards the stairs. At this time, Bona finally noticed that there was a girl standing behind Elsa. Her long silver hair made people think of the terrible vampires, but Bona immediately dismissed the fleeting speculation. After all, how could a nun live in harmony with a vampire?

She immediately thought Becky was from the church and looked at her.

Becky understood the plea for help in Bona's eyes.

In fact, it was quite obvious. It would be abnormal if she couldn't see it. However, she looked at Elsa, glanced at the end of the stairs, and finally lowered her brows, watching her nose and her heart. She had guessed that Elsa definitely didn't bring her here to buy her clothes, so the fate of the guy upstairs could be imagined.

Bona looked at the indifferent Becky in despair, then looked at Elsa. The woman's dangerous look made her stand still, not daring to move - watching the woman approaching the side of the stairs with a knife in hand, she seemed to guess what the woman was going to do.

Elsa seemed unaware and continued to climb the stairs without stopping.

The next moment, the woman moved. She gripped the dagger tightly in one hand and showed her sharp nails in the other hand. She suddenly flew up from the darkness beside her, pointed directly at Elsa, and stabbed Elsa's neck with a flying knife.

"Hehehe, I wanted to let you go, but you didn't cherish me. In that case, I'll give you my life..."