The river beach square on the east coast, surrounded by countless houses, reflects the incomparably white and pure afternoon, and its various outlines are particularly distinct.

As the clouds drifted in the sky, the huge shadow of the bell tower of the abbey kept changing, expanding and contracting repeatedly from one point in this vast city.

The winter afternoon is not lonely, and the bustling square is full of people. A bell chimes here, a hammer there, the clatter of rolling carts in the distance. On the surface of this building, there are still scattered smoke rising up, as if coming out of the gap in the huge crater.

The straight artificial channel cuts the square into two halves with water flow. Under the arches of the bridges, on the tip of the island, there are heavy ripples, silver-white ripples, and the waves are flickering.

The warm wind blew off a few clouds from the woolly haze between the hills, and the clouds swept across the sky and drifted eastward.

Outside the balustrade of the bell tower of St. Bernaham Abbey, there is a stone gutter, carved in a strange shape, from the crack of the gutter grows two beautiful violets, the flowers are in full bloom, swaying in the morning breeze.

Right below, Yale raised his voice and asked displeasedly: "For a long time, this is a women's convent!!! Can't you write it clearly in the letter! How can we get in?

Facing the displeased knights, Kara smiled ingratiatingly, and gestured with both hands to explain: "That's why everyone came together to find a way, and..."

He put on a mysterious expression: "It is said that there are many nuns who have been entangled by strange things this time, maybe it is a red-line task."

"What's the strange thing, make it clearer." Nicole asked carefully with narrowed eyes.

"Cough, let me explain this matter." On Kara's left, the blond girl who had received the crowd suddenly spoke up, attracting their attention.

"I'll introduce myself first. My name is Verity Jeffrey. It's an honor to see you all the presidents."

Verity picked up the hem of her pink dress and gave a ladylike gift, narrating in a sweet voice unique to a girl:

"The thing is this, when we were resting in the early morning, a middle-aged woman dressed as a peasant woman suddenly came to visit. According to the regulations, we were basically closed during the day, so no one paid any attention to her. Until she revealed her identity —Sister Charles Argent of St. Bernaham Abbey."

"In the nun's account, very troublesome and strange things happened in the monastery. A large number of nuns have strange nightmares every night, red and swollen scars appear on their bodies, and they often have hallucinations. There are even some frail nuns because of nightmares. wake up."

"Also, the church's exorcism ritual is useless, which is undoubtedly a huge scandal. Under the pressure of the whole hospital, the supervising priest Aldred Coggin decided to try other channels to solve it before he fell into disrepute. Thrace, except for the Blue Truth Detective Society, which is full of octopuses, the only people they can turn to are us."

"Since it's their request, why don't you let us in?" Yale glanced at the closed door of the monastery, and then turned his eyes back to Doctor Goblin.

"Because of the deputy priest." Verity nodded and continued:

"The abbot Annis Gerram was a devout fanatic who believed that the Church's ability to solve all troubles and to turn to worldly powers was a blasphemy to Christ. In the words of Priest Aldred Coggin When cooperating with secular powers, this fanatic made a threat that if someone did something blasphemy against Christ, he would simply bring it up to a higher level, and would rather be relegated to an ordinary priest."

"That's the way it is, so anything involving the clergy is going to be very troublesome."

"You mean, we have to find a way to enter this monastery by ourselves? It's ridiculous, you know, it's a crime to trespass the women's monastery!"

Beverly rubbed his temples with a headache and looked helplessly at the dancing pair of violets above.

"Miss Vitelli, do you have any good ideas?" Nicole looked at the other party's eyes and said softly.

"It's a pity." Dr. Goblin gathered his shoulders and pointed his two thin white index fingers together, drawing a clockwise circle.

"What is the normal way to enter this monastery?" Yale looked through the crack of the door, observed the interior of the monastery, and asked abruptly.

"The inspection by the superior, the theological exchange between the church and the institution, and... natural disasters such as fire." Verity replied.

"That's easy to handle." The black-haired knight's fists slammed together instantly, and the corners of his lips raised an evil arc.

Everyone was shocked, and Lydia quickly stood up and persuaded: "Don't do this kind of thing! If you destroy this kind of monument, you will definitely be imprisoned, at least five years, and the fine is astronomical."

"That's right, don't go in before you can investigate." Nicole nodded sharply, echoing anxiously.

"Calm down, I thought of a way to enter the front." Yale walked to the side of the street, called out a carriage, and waved to everyone:

"Come with me and take you to a place to solve the problem."

The eight people followed into the carriage ignorantly. After each sat down, the driver in front asked loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, where are you going?"

"Hagia Sophia."

...

"Well, give grace to the lost lamb, and give us poor mercy on behalf of the Father."

"Welcome to visit the ruins of Hagia Sophia, one sol at a time, thank you for your patronage."

In front of the cathedral, two familiar nuns sang together, you beat the gong and I shouted, holding a wooden basin, maintaining the daily routine of begging and selling tickets.

"It's a pity that the magnificent cathedral in those days has become so decadent..." Nicole said in a rare melancholy line behind the tourist queue.

"Yeah." Lydia and Vitili sighed, and the men looked at the interior of the church with sighs.

At this time, Yale had reached the forefront of the team, staring at the two nuns who had pitted him, revealing a playful gaze.

"It's you... One Sol at a time, thank you." The blue-haired nun was slightly startled, and then showed a lovely smile.

He took out two ten-sol bills, waved them in front of them, and threw one of them into the tub first:

"It's a donation."

Then the knight threw in another banknote: "This is the cost of the ticket, including the eight people behind me, and the remaining one sol does not need to be changed."

"Thanks for your patronage." The two nuns bowed their waists and said in unison, looking at each other helplessly.

Alas, there are fewer and fewer fools these days...

The crowd passed through the lake with swans, the ruins of the courtyard, the collapsed triple stone gate, the remnants of the ancient stone road, the simple wooden bridge above the pool, and finally arrived at the razed church hall.

In the neat lawn, there is a mini church floating in the dust. Just looking at it from a distance, the soul seems to be purified and washed.

"It looks amazing, it looks like a hidden place where ascetic monks concentrate on their studies." Arcia solemnly closed her palms, full of expectations for the big figures in the church.

"Yeah!" Except for the black-haired knight, everyone showed their longing eyes.

"Ike! I'm here to see you!" Yale shouted, raised his hand and pushed open the wooden door of the church.

The eight people maintained a cautious attitude, and entered the church with a straight face, but what they saw was this scene - a young priest covered in oil, sitting on the altar, holding half a roast chicken and gnawing wildly.

"Yo! Yale, have you finally remembered me?" Bishop Ike wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, put the roast chicken back on the plate, stepped forward and grabbed the knight's hand:

"Thanks to you, I don't have to go hungry anymore, let's go! Follow me to the back!"

Ka-cha-!

Except for the two people involved, the glass hearts of the others shattered to the ground.

"I came here today. Actually, I have something to ask you for help." Yale said sincerely.

"Don't talk!" The young bishop sternly refused, then turned his pupils, and said with a drooling face: "My appearance fee is very expensive..."

Ka-cha-!

This time it's the eyeballs...

"How much do you want?"

"Five hundred!" Ike hesitated for a while, perhaps feeling that his asking price was too high, and hesitantly said, "How about... four hundred and five?"

"I thought you were expensive! I'll give you five hundred!"

The bishop, who was used to the poor life, raised his brows with joy, pursed his mouth hard, and made a dignified expression: "Well, tell me, what trouble are you in?"

"It's like this..." Yale told him the whole story.