Quick Travel: After dressing up as a villain, he is bound to the childbirth system

Glancing again at the white dove with particularly beautiful feathers, Marit seemed to see the exquisite tail feather brooch...

Marit still planned to ask again later.

If she doesn't want to give the pigeon to her, then you can just pluck out the pigeon's beautiful tail feathers and give it to her.

Unfortunately, before Marlette could finish her meal, a nun passed by Zhu Baishao and informed her that a royal knight had come to pray and repent.

The dean named her to go over.

When Marit heard the name "Royal Knight", her eyes lit up slightly, and the smile on her lips became a little sweeter.

"It's really troublesome for you to make this trip."

The nun and the surrounding nuns all had smiles on their faces, praising Marit's prayers as the most beloved by God, which is why so many nobles came to her to confess and pray, and raised a lot of funds for the cathedral and the monastery.

Before Marit twisted her waist and left, she still looked back in the direction of Zhu Baishao.

Then all she saw was a head wrapped in a white turban.

[Host, the plot is about to begin. 】

The system walked to Zhu Baishao's hand with his head probing around, and rubbed his little head on her wrist.

Zhu Baishao nodded slightly.

In that insignificant one-third of the original plot, the original heroine Marit was born in a declining aristocratic family. In order to support their young daughter among the many family members, her parents sent her to a monastery.

Unexpectedly, Marit has been loved by the people around her since she was a child. When she grew up, she had an unexplainable entanglement with the royal family's chief knight Lorne and Prince Kennelly, and became the target of their pursuit.

But this is all just superficial.

Real hunters often appear as prey.

The precocious Marit knew early on how lovable she was.

As she spent more and more time in the monastery, she became more and more curious about the outside world. The isolated life made her want to break out of the prison and experience the wonderful world outside.

What the nobles who came to confess and pray became an important way for her to understand the life in the outside world.

There were many unsightly acts of debauchery and violence among the nobles, and Marit, who had been listening to such things all day long, began to become distorted.

Marit wanted to live the leisurely and surrounded life of a nun, but did not want to abide by the nun's rules. She wanted to be dressed in gorgeous clothes and covered with jewelry, and she also wanted to be kissed and hugged passionately to relieve loneliness.

But she also looked down upon those ordinary nobles with big bellies.

She wants young, handsome, athletic men.

Better to be powerful.

Even if she leaves the monastery, she can still have enough food and clothing.

When Marit came close to the confessional, she adjusted her nun's uniform and tightened her waist. Then she showed her signature sweet smile and walked in slowly. .

"...Isn't there a priest who can lead confession prayers? A nun? What's the use of a nun? Can she communicate with gods?!"

"My sins require God's forgiveness!"

The irritable male voice echoed in the slightly cramped confessional room, with obvious dissatisfaction.

Hagrid, wearing an all-black nun uniform, stood aside and showed a reassuring smile, "Your Excellency Lorne, you should have heard the news that the high priest passed away not long ago. At present, there is really no suitable priest to replace the high priest. s position……"

"Marit is the nun most favored by the gods. Every noble who comes to confess and pray has obtained spiritual forgiveness under her comfort. Please believe me."

"It's best that this is the case." Lorne said with a stern face: "If it's just a false reputation that you brag about casually, then the monastery can be moved to the northern snowfields."

"Your Excellency Lorne..."

Hagrid frowned. This Lorne was the chief knight of the royal family and was born in a noble family. He had the ability to decide whether to stay in the monastery.

She didn't expect this Lorne to be so narrow-minded.

Marit barely made any sound when she walked in, so she listened to the conversation between Lorne and Dean Hagrid. Judging from Hagrid's reaction, this Knight of Lorne was really a man with a background.

Of course, he is also a handsome man.

When Marit came closer, Lorne turned his head sharply and met her eyes.

One is dressed in noble clothes, tough and handsome, and the other is dressed in nun clothes, pure and sweet.

A brown eye filled with red bloodshot eyes, and a clean and clear blue eye.

The moment they looked at each other, there was a feeling of fateful encounter.

Lorne was slightly startled.

"Marit, come here quickly!"

Hagrid took a step forward, grabbed Marit's shoulders from behind, and turned her towards Lorne.

"Sir Lorne, this is Sister Marit, and she will lead the confession prayer for you next."

"Your Excellency." Marit nodded slightly, with a faint blush on her fair face.

Because nuns serve the gods, nuns in the kingdom have a high status and do not need to bow to the nobles.

Seeing that there was no emotion or anger on Lorne's face, Hagrid said a few words to Marit, then turned and left the small confession room.

The atmosphere quieted down.

A sweet and soft smile appeared on Marit's face. She stretched out her hand to signal Lorne to kneel under the statue, and then took out a cross medal from the clothes on her chest.

Holding the cross in one hand, he crossed himself on his chest with the other hand and whispered a prayer.

During this period, Lorne, who was kneeling on one knee, kept staring at the nun in front of him with obscure eyes.

His eyes slid from head to toe, and there was something strange in his heart.

Such a cute guy like a little white rabbit should appear at a noble ball, not in the cloister of a cathedral.

What a pity.

But in the next second, Lorne realized the frivolity of his thoughts.

It is disrespectful to God to be distracted during confession and prayer.

He lowered his head slightly.

Thinking of his fellow knights who were accidentally killed by him in a royal conflict, his brown eyes became more bloodshot.

Unconsciously, Sister Marit's prayers turned into a whisper with unknown meaning in his ears. It was like countless people were whispering in his ears, and it was like a dull knife was slowly sawing in his mind. The cutting made him feel throbbing pain.

"Uh-"

Lorne beat his head with one hand, making a weak and indistinct grunt of pain from his throat.

Just as Marit finished reciting her prayer, she blinked her bright blue eyes and looked at the handsome knight kneeling beside her legs.

The thick brown hair and the aristocratic dress held up by muscles made her heart flutter.

Marit put her little hand on the top of Lorne's furry head, and her voice was gentle and sweet: "May the Almighty God bless you and forgive you. Dear Lord Lorne, you can tell your story now..." hiss……"

Lorne unexpectedly grabbed Marit's wrist that was on his head and raised his head. The face on that handsome face was the same as before, but the brown eyes were already covered with red bloodshot eyes.

Full of violent desires.