Chương 6: You nun, are you serious?

It's a new day, and the weather in the capital is getting worse and worse.

Thick clouds covered the entire sky, and although the rain did not increase significantly, it made people feel depressed.

Surprisingly, more people seemed to be coming to the church.

The morning assembly at 8: 30 a. m. attracted more than 20 listeners, making the chapel unusually lively.

Roland appeared behind the pulpit.

Her appearance surprised everyone.

She was wearing a black and white nun's habit, which was different from the usual style.

The once loose robes have been changed into a close-fitting style, revealing the beautiful curves of the body.

The fullness of her chest was emphasized with white fabric, while the surrounding area was made of tight black, deliberately highlighting the rounded curve.

The skirt was adorned with maid-style lace trim and featured a small slit on the side, revealing smooth calves.

A chain earring hangs from her left earlobe, with a heart-shaped gemstone dangling in mid-air.

She's definitely a succubus nun with an abstinent nature; all she's missing are little wings and a tail.

Some simple-minded young people blushed and felt their blood rush to their heads as they watched.

Another young man, his girlfriend pinching his waist, groaned and looked away.

It's not his fault; people in remote, impoverished areas have never seen anything like this before.

Beautiful girls like Roland are usually from the aristocratic class, and there are few opportunities to come into contact with them.

Not to mention appearing before them dressed so alluringly.

Before she even began to pray, a series of notification sounds rang in Roland's mind.

"Mundo thinks you're a sissy, faith +2."

"Yorkson has no interest in listening to prayers; you'll probably be his takeoff target tonight. Faith +3."

"Eric is not listening to prayers. His takeoff target tonight will probably be you. Faith +3."

"Pixar is not listening to prayers. His takeoff target tonight will probably be you. Faith +2."

……

Roland's lips twitched.

Is this some kind of team building activity for captains?

But it must be said that enduring humiliation and wearing this outfit did yield results.

The speed at which faith points are acquired is incredibly fast.

Thinking this, he relaxed his somewhat awkward posture and activated his second skill.

[Preaching with tenderness].

Her charming voice, combined with her alluring attire, seemed to tinge the air with pink.

At this moment, the two little kids in the corner started talking to each other.

"Sister Roland looks so beautiful! How come I never noticed how pretty she was before?"

"You stinky York! Don't look! My mom said that's the kind of outfit only improper women wear!"

"You're talking nonsense! Sister Roland is a nun, and she's dressed so conservatively!"

"You... you, humph! I'm not playing with you anymore!"

Listening to their conversation, Roland's lips twitched slightly, and even her speech paused a little.

At that moment, a barrage of notification sounds echoed in my mind.

"Ding ding ding ding..."

Roland couldn't help but smile.

Forget it, I can't be bothered to argue with these two brats talking nonsense.

……

After the prayer, it was time for the daily work.

Perhaps because of the clothing, work was much busier today. Even though it was late autumn, Roland's clothes were slightly damp with sweat.

They also found several young people who were reluctant to leave, dragging their feet until they were almost late for work before running to the dock.

"They're so innocent and pure, having not been bombarded by the information of the internet age."

As Roland tallied her harvest, she sighed with admiration.

At this moment, Roland noticed something was wrong.

"Huh? Why are the sales of the healing potion still rising? It's almost sold out."

Roland flipped through the ledger in surprise; she had been too busy today to notice the problem at all.

Perhaps it's time to find some help. The Church does not prohibit recruiting people for the examination of candidates for sainthood.

Koroland felt there were too many loopholes in this.

For a powerful noble family, wouldn't it be a sure thing to easily help the candidate saint develop the church and secure the position of saint?

Roland didn't bother to investigate further, since she now possessed a system and wasn't worried at all.

Suddenly, a commotion arose downstairs, and it was getting closer and closer.

"Sister Roland! Is Sister Roland here?"

"Please save my husband! He's dying!"

"Sister Roland! Waaaaah, please save my father!"

……

Several voices came from the front of the church. Roland went to the balcony and looked down.

Five or six people, carrying oil lamps, stood in front of the garden gate, calling out to her incessantly.

Behind them was a makeshift stretcher, on which a man lay motionless.

Seeing this, Roland quickly changed into her nun's habit and ran downstairs.

……

In less than three minutes, the wounded were carried into the chapel, where several tables were pushed together to form a makeshift bed.

There were five people present: three workers and a mother and daughter.

The little girl with teary eyes at this moment is the same kid who complained about Roland that afternoon.

The unconscious middle-aged man on the stretcher was her father.

"Waaaaah... Sister Roland, please, please save my father."

Ellie tugged at the hem of Roland's clothes, sobbing and pleading.

The woman and her three coworkers also looked at Roland with hopeful expressions.

Roland patted Ellie on the head to comfort her, then checked the middle-aged man's injuries.

Surprisingly, no serious external injuries were observed.

Only the right arm was red and swollen, with blisters forming, clearly a burn.

So Roland asked.

"What are you doing? You got burned and are you just letting it go without treatment? Have you even taken any medicine?"

This is quite common in slums, but the person in front of me is dressed quite decently and doesn't look like he's poor.

The woman shook her head in surprise upon hearing Roland's words.

"No... no, Lawrence wasn't burned."

"No? These are clearly burn marks," Roland said, frowning.

The middle-aged woman shook her head again.

"Lawrence's hand swelled up inexplicably. We've already given him three bottles of medicine, but it's not helping at all..."

The middle-aged woman began to speak, her voice starting to crack with tears.

"Later on, Lawrence started vomiting and having diarrhea incessantly. After returning from the dock today, he... he never woke up again."

She eventually broke down in tears, sobbing and unable to continue speaking.

Roland was also puzzled by these strange symptoms.