The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

As usual, after the sky curtain briefly describes Charlotte Linlin's life, the originally filled content began to loosen, the sound of raging waves came from the sky, and everything about chaos started with the nun.

A storm appeared in the sky, and the rolling waves seemed to be able to overturn everything. A ship with black as the main color was tossed in the wind and waves, trying to venture across the sea.

"Carmelo is beyond saving. Give up on him."

The nun grabbed the hands of the exploration team members, ignored her superiors' authority, and continued to stubbornly rescue the bodies. The warmth was dissipating from the wounded.

"Carmelite..."

"Don't make noise, I know... I know," Carmelo, who just turned 30 this year, is still a beautiful nun. She has always been very pious to the God in her heart.

The nun stood up from the corpse and looked at her hands which were stained with blood. Her ascetic robe was also stained red. Carmelite was very confused at this moment.

Carmelite is a support department under the Black Order. The medical sisters are responsible for the medical care and health issues of the members of the order. Sometimes they receive emergency missions to go to the scene of the incident to treat patients.

This time the exploration team's mission ended in failure. The last man who walked out of the ruins died in front of Carmelo.

The patients' injuries could not be effectively treated. Those who came out of the ruins seemed to be cursed. Their bodies cracked over time and no medical treatment was effective. The nun could only watch the injured die in pain.

The nun fell silent and walked back to her room alone. During this time, someone called her name. Carmelite did not respond, but pushed the door open and walked to the bucket.

She began to wash the blood off her hands. Carmelite was a nun with obsessive-compulsive disorder. She kept rubbing her fingers, trying to wash off the red dirt on her hands. In the end, the entire bucket was stained red with blood, but the nun's hands were still not clean.

Looking at his own reflection in the blood, it seemed as if Carmelo's face was covered with blood, "God, if you really exist, why don't you open your eyes and see the suffering of the world."

Carmelite, who had seen too many lives and deaths, thought she had become numb and would not have any emotional fluctuations about the departure of life. But today, the nun felt very abnormal both physically and mentally. She was inexplicably irritable and wanted to smash everything in front of her.

In order to calm her negative emotions, Carmelite walked to her bed, found a cigarette, lit it with a match, and sat on the bed and began to smoke.

Cigarettes pass through the nose and lungs at a high intensity, and a certain substance in the cigarettes (nicotine) gradually eases the nun's irritable mood. "Cigarettes are really good things, but it's a pity that you can't smoke too much or it's easy to get addicted."

Carmelo only started smoking in the last year. She used to abide by the doctrine and didn't pay much attention to material things. But after witnessing too many deaths, she was under too much psychological pressure and was on the verge of collapse. She couldn't find anyone to vent her feelings, so she could only keep it in her heart.

Until she met a patient who was an old smoker. He still had a cigarette in his mouth when he was seriously injured. After being saved by the nun, he promoted the beauty of cigarettes to Carmelite.

The nun had always kept her distance from such indulgences as cigarettes. Not only did she not like smoking, she even hated the smell of secondhand smoke.

One day she was in danger and was approached by two ruffian pirates. The two shameless guys wanted to strip off the nun's clothes to see if Carmela was as pure as she seemed.

The nun, who had no ability to resist, was nearly killed. The old chain smoker passed by and helped to drive away the two pirates. Originally, the other party wanted to eliminate all the evil, but the nun was kind-hearted and chose to forgive and let the two pirates live.

Who could have thought that on the way back by boat, the pirate who had been released would shoot from the dark, one shot piercing the nun's shoulder and another shot piercing the old smoker's lungs. After successfully committing the crime, the murderer escaped.

It was really a tit-for-tat. The old smoker's life was originally saved by the nun, so it was only natural for him to return it to the nun. Before he died, the nun personally helped him light the cigarette. After taking the last puff of his life, an unruly soul died in Carmelite's arms.

From then on, Carmelite began to learn to smoke. The nun, who had originally had a flawless heart, was torn into a crack by the sufferings of reality. This was the beginning of her gradual degeneration.

Another year passed, and Carmelita was already 31 years old. She became more and more depraved year by year, and even lost her virginity last month. She once vowed to be a woman of God and would not let any man touch her, but the nun broke her own vow with her own hands.

"I won't come again," Carmelo adjusted her nun's uniform in front of the mirror. She had just had a naked fight with the man on the bed until dawn, which was their last breakup.

"Carmelo, are you tired of me so soon? I am your first man and you really don't know how to cherish me. Don't you know how many women are lining up to go to bed with me?" The man leaned against the head of the bed, half naked with disheveled hair, like a lonely ghost. His eyes were empty and deep, revealing an indescribable gloomy temperament. His pale skin looked even less like a human under the dim light, as if he was a ghost walking out of the darkness.

His fingers were long and slender, resting lightly on the edge of the bed, as if playing a silent piece of music. His lips were slightly parted, as if he wanted to continue saying nice things to keep her, but the man didn't speak in the end, and a depressing atmosphere filled the whole room.

Character Notes: The Black Cult's North Sea Branch Chief, Exorcist Marshal Acardo

Carmelo, a nun who had been abstinent for many years, broke her vows and chose to devote herself to the exorcist marshal. Perhaps it was because of Accardo's handsome face. She thought that it was better to give her virginity to a handsome man than to an ugly guy. Perhaps she would still remember this past when she was old.

The nun was transferred to the Beihai branch in the first half of the year, and in the second half of the year she hooked up with the Exorcist Marshal. The two hit it off immediately. They were superiors and subordinates during the day, and loving lovers in bed at night.

I never thought about staying together with a big shot forever. In the closed Beihai branch, I relieved my depression by connecting with my body. Time passed faster than chanting scriptures and praying to God all day long.

Carmelo was somewhat tired of the life in the Black Order. From birth to the age of thirty-one, his life had always been arranged by the church. The monotonous life and depressing working atmosphere made it increasingly unbearable for an ordinary person. His humanity gradually returned to his divinity and gradually faded away.

The nun no longer wanted to be a saint who saved the poor and the needy, and she wanted to live for herself. For an orphan like Carmelo who was raised by the Black Order, it was very difficult to leave the church, and almost every path was a dead end.