Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

Before leaving, the old priest specifically reminded Elsa that the selection of the Holy Nun must record all aspects of the candidate and then conduct a comprehensive evaluation. Various things may happen during the journey with the Holy Nun. An excellent Holy Nun should eliminate risks for the Holy Nun.

But...is it really like that?

Elsa pondered.

If she could avoid every danger and every trouble, what was the point of her training? Was she supposed to just keep avoiding problems? That was clearly impossible.

However, the saint does need protection, and blindly tempering the blade will not make it sharper.

As expected, the selection of the Saint Sister wasn't something to take for granted. Marvin and Buck's differing perspectives on the same issue could very well represent the choices she would face in the future. These choices could be major or minor, perhaps insignificant, or potentially crucial to the Saint's safety. The Vatican's assessment of the Saint Sister would inevitably take all of these factors into consideration.

The scene just now was the test these two people designed for themselves, which was roughly like this.

Elsa fell into deep thought.

Marvin looked at the silent Aisha and sighed softly.

If he knew what Elsa was thinking and struggling with, he'd probably be stunned—how could a priest like them be qualified to assess the Holy Sister? As for Buck, he couldn't help being in a bad mood recently. After all, the old priest had given his sister's selection qualification to Sister Faris.

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At the same time, the mercenaries who passed by Elsa and others slowed down their pace. As Elsa and others' carriage disappeared from their sight, they even stopped.

"Four people... and a tender and beautiful nun."

Some of them smacked their lips and made drooling sounds.

"Gerna, your gaze is too obvious," the sturdy warrior in the lead glared at the short mage beside him with a bad look, "They all noticed you."

"S-Sorry, Boss... I didn't mean to do that. It's just that that little nun was so tempting..."

"Hey, Gena, what else do people like you do besides drinking and looking for women?" The hunter beside him laughed, "Oh, and gambling too! Hahahaha..."

Gena retorted, "You talk as if you don't gamble!"

"I bet, but I win money. What about you? If you bet, you lose."

The group of people immediately burst into laughter. Gena clutched his staff tightly, his face turning red and white. The man dressed as a businessman following behind him had a pale face and said nothing. He kept his mouth tightly shut, for fear of attracting the attention of these people.

"That's enough," the sturdy warrior waved his hand, and the laughter stopped abruptly. He glanced around at everyone and continued, "Did you all see that?"

"I saw it. People from the church, with nuns."

"Yeah, isn't that the guy we were looking for? I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence, meeting him in a place like this. Hey, don't tell me, I don't want to clash with the church, but that guy asked for seven gold coins! Boss, three, and one for each of us is just right! Boss, shall we do it?"

The plain is endless and uninhabited. People kill and rob people and destroy the bodies. No one will know what happened here.

"Boss, if we wait until the other party leaves the plain, this opportunity will be gone."

Someone else said, and others followed suit.

The sturdy warrior glanced at the crowd, his gaze fixed on the man dressed as a businessman. A cruel smile curled his lips, "Then...we won't go to Weilin Town. This man is useless."

"Ah!?" The businessman's pale face suddenly became stiff, and fear filled his eyes. He begged hurriedly: "No, please, please wait, we agreed... If I cooperate with you, you will let me go... No! You can't kill me... I, I can give you money! All, all! Please let me go..."

Before he could finish his words, he felt a flash before his eyes. He saw that the sky and the earth seemed to be reversed. He saw his headless body gushing with blood. He saw the gangsters laughing, and then he knew nothing.

The sturdy warrior grabbed the huge sword with bloodstains on it. He kicked the merchant's head away with disdain, and the bloodstains spread far away.

He sneered, "Even if I kill you, won't these things still belong to me? Why should I carry a useless burden like you around with me? Who knows if you'll sneak away and tell others about it?"

He thought directly that killing was the safest and simplest way.

"Gerna, take care of it, throw him into the river,"

"Yes……"

"Hurry up, we have a new job."

"Oh, oh... okay!"

……

As night falls, the sky is covered with moonlight. Today's moonlight is so bright that the stars are hidden.

It will probably be a nice day tomorrow.

Aisha thought.

"Sister Faris, we will spend tonight in the wild, but don't worry, we have prepared a separate tent for you."

Fred said.

It takes a full three days for a carriage to travel from the town of Weilin to the city of Dammas, and it is inevitable to spend the night in the wild.

Camping is a very new experience for Elsa.

The carriage stopped at the back of a hill, close to the river and sheltered from the wind.

"We'll camp here."

Elsa followed Marvin to learn the skills of setting up a tent - this was different from the portable tent in her previous life, but also different from the dirty and small cowhide tent that Elsa imagined. Instead, it was made of a kind of fabric she had never seen before. Marvin took out the necessary tools from the space equipment, propped up the tent, and hung the hook on the horse nail embedded in the ground.

"As long as we don't encounter strong winds and heavy rain, this is enough."

Marvin said.

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13. The smell of blood

Aisha was assigned a small tent by herself, Marvin and his companions squeezed into another tent, and the last person was responsible for keeping watch. The three of them took turns.

Marvin and his friends lit a bonfire - they used a fiery red magic stone to easily ignite the prepared dry firewood. They put some ingredients mixed with dry food into the pot and cooked them. They added some salt and honey, but no other seasonings. Elsa raised her eyebrows when she saw this - and this seemed to be dinner, and they just wanted to be perfunctory.

"Let's go get some water. Sister Faris will wait here. We'll be back soon."

There was a river not far away, so Marvin took Buck to fetch water, leaving Elsa and Fred in the camp.

Fred scooped a bowl of soup for Elsa. Elsa took a sip and found the taste indescribable.

Aisha coughed lightly, put down the soup in her hand, and asked, "How long will it take us to reach Dammas?"

"Two days," Fred casually fiddled with the firewood and tossed some spices into the pot. Elsa decided not to look at what was inside the pot. Fred continued, "If the horses were running, we could get there in a day, but our horses are tired."

Elsa looked at the horses eating grass. The hay was prepared by Fred. It seemed that there was a lot of this stuff in his space equipment.

"But we should arrive at Taylor Village tomorrow, so we don't have to camp out tomorrow."

This meant that she could eat food from the inn tomorrow, which was good news. Elsa would rather eat her own dry food than the dark-looking stew in front of her.

At this moment, a breeze blew, and Elsa moved her nose. Suddenly, a very faint smell of blood entered her nostrils.

"and many more."

Elsa frowned slightly and grabbed the spear beside her.

"what happened?"

Fred woke up immediately when he saw Elsa acting so strangely.

"Blood, it smells like blood."

Fred was startled and immediately turned the pot over to put out the fire in the camp. He then skillfully took out a staff from his space ring and prepared for battle - he seemed to be experienced in dealing with unexpected situations.

In the darkness, he looked around in the moonlight, but found nothing unusual.

"Sister Faris, what did you find?" he lowered his voice.

"No...it's not a discovery, it's a feeling." Aisha pursed her lips, tilted her head back and sniffed, "I smell blood."

"Do you smell blood?"

Fred took out a handful of fine sand from somewhere and covered the extinguished firewood with it. He dragged Elsa to the side of the carriage, leaned against the back and stuck his head out to the other side, but didn't see anything.

"Wait here."

Without waiting for Elsa's answer, he quickly turned around and ran to the top of the hill and lay down, looking to the other side, but found nothing.

The moonlight still covers the endless wilderness, with occasional clouds floating over the undulating hills. The breeze in the wilderness still reveals the fragrance of mud and grass, so where is the smell of blood?

This eased Fred's frayed nerves a little.

But just in case, he returned to Elsa's side: "There's nothing wrong here, are you a little nervous?"

He thought Elsa was afraid of the dark, after all, it was her first time spending the night outdoors - most women he had met were like this, even if Elsa was the candidate recommended by the old priest.

"No, not in that direction," Aisha just shook her head, feeling it carefully. "The wind is coming from the west, but just now it was from the north... and there's some other smell mixed with it... the smell of spices, from that caravan just now. Wait, Father Fred, this is a little off."

Elsa looked in the direction she came from, but the rolling fields blocked her view.

"The smell of blood is very light and has a fishy stench. It's the smell of death."

"Are you sure, Sister Faris?"

Aisha's tone was full of confidence: "Yes, I think I should go and take a look."

After a person has been dead for some time, the smell of blood will become more pungent. Elsa is very familiar with this smell and she will definitely not mistake it.

Fred stared at Elsa suspiciously, wanting to say something, but pursed his lips, still worried. He climbed onto the carriage carefully, lay on the roof and looked out for a while, but still found nothing.

He jumped down again and looked at Aisha seriously.

"I don't know your basis, but... I believe Father Angus. He strongly recommended you because you must be superior to others," Fred said, pulling out a few bottles of potions and a scroll from somewhere. "But I can't let you act freely. I'm sorry, I have to ensure your safety. When Marvin and the others come back, we'll go with you, okay?"

Elsa was about to speak, and at this moment, a loud explosion suddenly came from the sky.

"how!?"

Looking in the direction of the fire, Fred was surprised to find that there was a raging flame there, which was the direction of the river.

"—It's Marvin and Buck!"

"They've been attacked." Elsa could almost hear the clang of iron clashing in the evening breeze. "They need help."

Elsa shook the gun, and the black cloth strips fell down in bundles like ink dissolving in water, revealing the silver-white gun body like a crescent moon.

She took the lead and was about to rush over, but Fred suddenly realized it and grabbed Elsa.

"Sister Faris! Wait a minute!"

Elsa's strength was so immense that Fred felt as if he had caught a giant walking beast, easily knocking her to the ground and leaving her with a mouthful of grass scraps. He was terrified by the immense power hidden within Elsa's tiny frame, but now was not the time to be surprised. Fred quickly scrambled to his feet, grabbed his staff, and stepped in front of Elsa.

"Sister Faris, you are a candidate for the Holy Sister. You must stay here. Hide before the enemy notices you. I will take care of them!"

"Don't worry, don't be fooled by my skinny arms and legs. I'm actually quite strong." Elsa recalled and picked the one that sounded the strongest: "Even the guild leader in our town can't beat me."

As she spoke, Elsa symbolically waved her fist in a methodical manner, which surprised Fred.

He thought for a while...

The Guild Master of Weilin Town? Who was that?

"But……"

At this moment, a very light sound of breaking air was heard in the darkness. Elsa was the first to notice the murderous intent hidden in the moonlight. Her eyes could almost see the subtle vibration of the air. The moment the sound of breaking air approached, she suddenly raised her hand and caught an arrow shot at Fred.

Buzz—the arrow tail was still vibrating, and in Elsa's hand it was like a nail nailed into a rock, making a crisp sound.

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14. Bloody Soup

Fred swallowed hard, staring at the arrow in front of him with wide eyes, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He could tell it was a crossbow bolt, the arrowhead and tail painted black, clearly the enemy had come prepared. Looking at the pitch-black arrowhead made his scalp tingle. He was just a mage, caught off guard by a surprise attack, and his death was inevitable. But Elsa saved him.

Of course, what made his scalp tingle even more was Elsa in front of him.

He swallowed hard and glanced at Elsa with feigned calmness - he was not dazzled, he saw with his own eyes that Elsa raised her hand and grabbed the arrow without even turning her head, even with her bare hands, without any protective gear or even magic. Is this something that an ordinary person can do?

For the first time, he felt that he might have really underestimated the girl in front of him, but now was not the time to chat, so he hurried to pull Aisha and wanted to hide behind the carriage.

"You're right, Sister Faris, we're being targeted." Fred pulled Elsa, but she didn't budge. He pulled again, but there was still no response. He said anxiously, "Sister Faris, get down quickly and hide behind the carriage. We're targets now!"

A hundred meters away, a hunter lurking in the darkness was loading a second crossbow bolt. He still hadn't figured out why the first bolt had been blocked directly by the opponent—was it some kind of automatic defense magic? That was a truly valuable treasure, but it couldn't be used continuously.

He thought so.

But facing Fred's urging, Elsa just shook her head, and with a snap, the crossbow in her hand was crushed into pieces, leaving only an arrowhead in her hand.

Elsa weighed the black metal arrow and could feel the warmth coming from it. She slowly turned around, moved her gaze, and then stared in a certain direction.