Born a dragon, I'm sorry?

"Tap....Tap...Tap..."

Walking on the busy streets again, Irene's steps were obviously lighter than before.

There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

This undoubtedly shows from the side that she is still in a good mood.

Although Irene only learned a very one-sided content from the newspaper seller, in simple terms, it was a simple summary of the commercial development of the Black Dragon Empire over the years by a little fan girl.

But this was enough to make Irene feel relieved.

For her, after sleeping for so long, the development of the empire did not go wrong, which was a blessing.

Now that she knew that the empire was not only on the right track, but also in the midst of commercial development, she was naturally very happy.

However, Irene could also see that the child probably knew more about this aspect. If she asked more, the answer would probably be much vaguer. Instead of wasting the next time, it would be better to meet those long-lost subordinates.

In her opinion, her lovely subordinates may have discovered that she was not in the Dragon Nest, and now they may have begun to suspect that their own crown was captured by some unknown existence.

"Hmm... maybe they are rolling on the ground in anxiety now." This strange thought suddenly popped up in Irene's mind, and then she was amused by herself, and even her pace could not help but speed up a little.

But just as she walked and stopped along the way, admiring the changes in the Black City over the years, and following the blood connection to find those long-lost subordinates, a bell suddenly sounded in the distance.

The bell sound was so loud and so long that it was like throwing a huge stone into a calm pond, and the invisible sound waves resounded throughout the Black City in a short time.

Most of the pedestrians who heard the bell stopped and looked in one direction, their eyes full of awe.

Irene, who was mixed in the crowd, was no exception. Attracted by the sudden bell sound, she also stopped, slowly turned her head, and looked in the direction of the sound with some curiosity.

The golden eyes, in an incredible deformation and distortion, crossed a very long distance in an instant and saw clearly what made the sound.

It was a golden bell.

It seemed to be made of pure gold, hanging high on the top of a building similar to a church. Under the cover of other buildings, the half of the bell body that was barely exposed was set off by the sunset and sunset, emitting dazzling golden light.

Under the knocking of an invisible force, long bell sounds spread around with the golden bell as the center, resounding throughout the city.

As if they were called by it, some pedestrians on the road turned around, took out a black-covered book from their bodies, and walked towards the church with the golden bell hanging in a group, talking and laughing.

Windows were also pushed open in the houses on both sides, and orcs and orcs of all shapes and sizes poked their heads out of the houses. When they heard the long bell, they closed the windows and pushed open the door with excitement, and ran towards the direction of the bell with a black-covered book in their arms.

They looked excited and anxious, not like devout pilgrims, but like a group of housewives who heard about the big sale in the supermarket.

The messy footsteps and heavy breathing passed by from time to time. Irene looked at these pedestrians, hesitated for a moment, and then hid some of her presence, mixed into the crowd, and walked towards the church together.

She was not attracted by the golden bell because of the five-colored dragon's natural love of money.

You know, dragons are born with an extraordinary keen sense of smell for all kinds of precious minerals and treasures. Therefore, even at such a long distance, Irene could tell in an instant that the bell was only coated with a thin layer of gold foil on the surface, and the main component inside was actually very cheap brass.

This kind of stingy "big golden bell" is probably looked down upon by even the poorest dragons. If they encounter some dragons with substandard qualities, they might even raise their middle fingers and shout, "You still want to catch a rich man with this?! You are trying to trick the white dragon! You are a piece of shit!"

What really attracted Irene was the pure power of faith that came from the church along with the ringing of the bell!

There is no doubt that she is enshrined in that church.

That is the so-called God of Redemption!

....

Luckily, this stretch of road wasn’t that long. Over the years, the roads in Black City had been significantly widened. So even though the number of orcs and orcs rushing toward the church had reached the scale of a parade, it didn’t cause any trouble.There will be no traffic jam.

After walking for a while, Irene, who was mixed in the crowd, successfully saw the main entrance of the church.

The church was not as gorgeous as Irene imagined. In fact, except for the gilded bronze bell at the top, the whole building was simple.

Black bricks and white bricks made up most of the structure of the church, and the rest was dotted with some decorations and reliefs, which barely gave it a sacred feeling.

At this time, the residents of Black City who had already arrived were queuing in a long queue and entering the central hall of the church in an orderly manner.

Irene keenly noticed that among these orcs and half-orcs, there were also a few human children.

This made her a little surprised, but soon this surprise was calmed by the strong dragon heart, and she quietly waited for the team to advance.

The line was lined up quickly, and soon Irene walked through the white quartz stairs and came to the door of the church. But before she entered the church, a rough green hand suddenly blocked her way.

Irene turned her head and saw a female green-skinned orc in a nun's uniform.

The originally loose black and white nun's uniform, worn on this orc, was supported by the thick muscles and looked very tight.

It gave people a sense of déjà vu that she would perform a bursting skill anytime and anywhere.

As if noticing that Irene was looking at her, the orc nun put down her hand, grinned with two sharp fangs, and showed a very "kind" smile, and said in a soft and cute voice that was very inconsistent with her rough appearance: "Miss, this is your first time to worship the God of Redemption."

"Uh...I guess so." Irene's answer was a little hesitant. She could feel a thread connecting her from this orc, and that was the thread of faith.

There is no doubt that this orc nun is also her believer.

Well... Judging from the strength of the silk thread, she is at least a faithful believer.

But a faithful believer blocked the "God" of his faith outside the church. If he told others about it, it would probably suffocate the clergy of other churches.

At the same time, it also made Irene curious about the inside of the church. It stands to reason that the church has statues of its own gods. What kind of statue would make a faithful believer unable to recognize even the "God" of his faith.

"Oh~" Hearing Irene's answer, the orc nun showed an expression of "as expected". She raised one hand, turned her palm, took out a milk bottle from the storage ring, and said to Irene solemnly: "It's like this, Miss, the first time you come to worship the God of Redemption, you can get a free copy of the Holy Book of Redemption..."

Then she looked at the milk bottle in her hand and her eyes widened.

"Oh! My God of Redemption!"

The orc nun who finally noticed that she had taken the wrong thing had a rougher tone. She threw the bottle away and smiled awkwardly at Irene with an apologetic look on her face. She said, "Sorry, I took the wrong thing."

Then she began to frantically take things out of her storage ring.

She threw one piece of debris after another everywhere, and she kept muttering:

"Bench? No!"

"Diapers? No!"

"Chicken roll? No!"

....

So under Irene's gaze, the orc nun finally took out a flower pot filled with soil, held the flower pot with one hand, and scratched her bald head hidden under the nun's hat with the other hand in embarrassment: "Fuck! I wore the wrong storage ring, this is my husband's."

Just then, a minotaur brother with a nose ring behind Irene seemed to be unable to wait, and two white air spurted out of his nostrils, raised his hand and shouted: "When is it good, auntie? My calf will be out of school soon, and I have to pick up the child after the weekend."

Then the minotaur was greeted by a sudden flower pot.

With a "bang!", the minotaur fell to the ground and slept very peacefully.

The orc nun walked forward with a fierce look on her face, bent down and pulled the black leather book out of the minotaur's hand, and cursed in an extremely rough voice: "Who are you talking about? I'm only eighteen this year!"

When she turned around and looked at Irene again, she seemed to change her face, showing a kind smile, with a look of love for the world, and handed the black leather book to Irene with both hands, and said in a soft voice: "Hey, this is the Holy Book of Redemption, the way of redemption is in it!"

"Uh..." This scene made Irene unable to deal with it. Her eyelids twitched, and she hesitated for 0.1 seconds, but still took the book, thanked her, and glanced helplessly at the minotaur who was sleeping soundly on the ground without fear of catching a cold.

My heart couldn't help but riseI had a thought: 'Is this church legitimate? Could it be some kind of evil cult?'