When the clock strikes midnight every day, while ordinary people in the capital are still sleeping peacefully in their dreams, the nuns have already started a new day.

Zhu Baishao was woken up by the system that he never dared to take a nap again.

She remembered that the first thing a nun did every day was go to church to pray, also called morning prayers.

I wish Bai Shao had a good sleep quality. She was quite energetic when she got up from the bed. She put on her nun's uniform and headscarf neatly. She went to the public washroom to get water to brush her teeth and wash her face.

As for makeup, nuns are not allowed to wear makeup, and those who serve the gods should be pure - although in the entire monastery, except for the abbot Hagrid, there are no other pure nuns who believe in gods.

Even if she could, Zhu Baishao wouldn't dare to use the cosmetics here. The lead and mercury content exceeded the standard, and the beautiful face she had worked so hard to create would be ruined.

Watching her quickly pack herself up and go out, the little octopus in the pottery bowl was lying on the edge of the bowl thoughtfully.

The candles in the church had been lit, creating circles of pale yellow light.

Rows of nuns stood silently. The content of morning prayers was already quite familiar to them. Each one held a cross and recited it in a low voice.

Zhu Baishao stood at the end, not reciting the prayer at all, and mainly played a nun version to make up for it.

She has no faith and no respect for gods. She prefers to believe in the power she holds in her hands rather than wishing for nothing. Perhaps, in her heart, she is her own god.

Fortunately, most of the nuns had worked hard all night last night and were very tired when they came in the early morning. They all held their eyelids open to prevent themselves from falling asleep, so no one noticed her perfunctory behavior.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward and depressing.

Hagrid stood at the front. While she lowered her head and recited, she was also aware of everything behind her.

——They are all blasphemers and deserve to die.

The morning prayer lasted for more than an hour. In Zhu Baishao's view, doing this day after day was really hard on brainwashing the nuns, and the results were obvious.

It did not turn these nuns who could not abandon their emotions into fanatic believers in the gods, but made them more indulgent and rebellious.

The next process is to praise and pay tribute to the gods.

Hagrid turned around, with a kind smile on her wrinkled face, and made the sign of the cross on her chest, "May the Almighty God bless us."

Starting from her, the nuns below began to sing praises to the gods in different ways.

Hagrid's eyes passed over the nuns who were sleepy but had good looks and rather "lazy and charming" eyebrows.

When he saw the chubby-cheeked, soft and cute Marit, a trace of disappointment flashed through his eyes.

Then Hagrid's eyes fell on Zhu Baishao at the end. Looking at the nun with lowered eyebrows and a different aura from the people next to her, she silently recited her name in her heart.

"Del..."

Dale has also come of age, and it's time to accept her test.

……

Hagrid found Zhu Baishao who was pruning flower branches in the backyard with the system.

"A great nobleman has come to the church and wants to pray for repentance. Del, you go and preside over the ceremony."

Hagrid was talking to Zhu Baishao, but her eyes kept falling on the system.

A nun chosen by a holy dove? No white dove has come near the monastery for a long time.

Thoughts were swirling in Hagrid's eyes. If Del passed the test, then she would be enough to be the next abbot of the monastery...

But her faith seemed not passionate enough.

Zhu Baishao saw that Hagrid was absent-minded. She put the cut flower branches into a pile and then asked doubtfully: "Hagrid, shouldn't this kind of prayer ceremony for a noble family be presided over by the experienced Marit? I don't have it." related experience."

"Don't think like that, my little Dale, you have to believe in yourself, you are a follower of the gods, and the gods are with you."

The smile on Hagrid's face was as kind and sincere as ever.

Zhu Baishao had seen this section in the original plot, which was why the original owner had the idea of ​​raising the butcher's knife to judge those people.

She corrected her attitude and said in an extremely serious voice, "Hagrid, are you sure you want me to come over?"

If she goes there, she might see blood.

Hagrid didn't know what was going to happen next, but he just felt that the suddenly serious conversation was a bit strange.

Nodding, Hagrid turned his attention to Zhu Baishao's white scarf that covered most of her face. When most nuns began to secretly dress themselves up, she still had an old-fashioned nun style.

"Del, don't cover your face, don't let the gods not see your pious expression. If the gods don't feel your sincerity and don't bless you, I will be sad."

Hagrid sighed half-seriously, and then took the initiative to remove Zhu Baishao's scarf.

The part of the fabric that covered her face only hung on her ears. When she lifted it, it fell down naturally, revealing a delicate and beautiful face.

It is aggressively gorgeous, and the red phoenix eyes are filled with a sense of aggression whether they are raised or lowered.

There is no trace of makeup, but the lip color is still slightly red, rich and attractive.

Hagrid was in a daze for a moment when he was stared at by those red eyes.

Did Dale actually look like this? She couldn't remember clearly.

"What a face loved by the gods..."

Hagrid seemed to be sighing, then patted her arm, "Go ahead."

Zhu Baishao responded and headed towards the church confessional.

Hagrid looked at her back from where he was, with a smile on her face that was definitely not very comfortable.

On the way, the nuns who were working and the monks who came to help saw Zhu Baishao. Their expressions were very vivid, and they stretched their necks one by one. They couldn't believe that there was such a beautiful nun in the monastery.

When Marit came over, she saw the people in the shape of silly geese. She was a little confused and said, "Hi, my friends!"

"Did something big happen here? Why is everyone acting like this?"

She puffed up her cheeks, widened her eyes, and imitated everyone's expressions. She looked so milky and cute that people wanted to take a bite of her fair face.

"Oh my god! Is she bathed in holy light!"

"She doesn't look like a nun, she looks like a Crusader from the Cross Temple!"

The sudden compliments from everyone made Marit even more confused.

Is this talking about the people in the monastery?

Zhu Baishao didn't know the chain reaction she had triggered. She just obediently walked outside the confession room where she belonged and then walked in.

Inside, there was a man standing in black aristocratic clothing with golden tulips embroidered on his shoulders. When he heard the footsteps, he slowly extended his right hand, which meant that he allowed the visitor to come forward and kiss his ring.

It is an act of affection and intimacy that a person of higher status allows a person of lower status to kiss his or her ring.

But Zhu Baishao's red eyes were cold, and he didn't even look at the man's outstretched hand. He just walked to the front, bowed his head and chanted in front of the statue.

And what she recited was not a prayer, but some trivial nonsense.

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