Menethil's Power

Chapter 243 Priestess
Let us shift our sights to Lake Lordamere, on College Island.

This island, originally only inhabited by some fishermen, has now become a place where nearly a thousand outstanding young people from Lordaeron gather. Naturally, these geniuses and elites are not willing to live an ascetic life. The demand, coupled with the fact that the college itself has nearly twice the number of grassroots faculty members, has made the service industry on the island experience rapid development from scratch to prosperity, so that the Lordaeron officials had to establish A town was set up outside.

Residents in the town are mainly businessmen, teachers and their families. Students and instructors do not live in the town. Students have their own dormitories, while lecturers and professors have separate living quarters.Behind the military academy is the royal family, and the identities of these lecturers and professors are naturally either rich or noble, so this residential area is not only a manor-level standard, but also equipped with special guards.

At this time, the college guard Rogerson was in front of a student who requested to enter the teacher's residential area. It was a very common procedure to check the identity certificate, but because the other party was so beautiful, Rogerson couldn't help but look at her several times.But it's just that he just dared to take a few more glances. Rogerson knew that the frightening degree of the white-haired beauty in front of him was on the same level as her beauty. Five—all dumbasses trying to take advantage.

Rogerson handed over the college badge and identity card, "The registration has been completed, you can enter, Lecturer Partress has recently moved to the northwest side of Mirror Lake, don't make a mistake."

Sally Whitemane nodded as a gesture of kind reminder, and then stopped looking at the guard. Of course, she could feel the guard's gaze, but she was used to it, after all, she hadn't had any since she was 14 years old. Men would treat her as an ordinary woman, her good looks were just one aspect, and with her silver hair and red eyes, she was extremely stunning.

Four years passed with a flick of a finger, and Whitemane still remembered the shock of seeing the Arcane Bridge for the first time, and the volleying figure at the end of the bridge.She has been head cadet in the theology department in each of the four years and is widely expected to be the first heroic chaplain in the entire Royal Military Academy.Everyone believed that it was Whitemane's talent and family education that made her so favored by the Holy Light, but only she knew where this "Holy Light's grace" came from.

Because of his outstanding talent, Whitemane naturally received the attention of various tutors in the theology department. Among them, Partress had the best relationship with her. The two girls were about the same age, and they were both beautiful girls. It happens to be complementary, so although they are called teachers and students, they are more like sisters.

It was obviously because of the graduation ceremony that Whitemane knew that the founder of the college would be there. In fact, it was him who motivated her to get close to Partress in the first place, but she always kept This secret is buried deep in the heart.

Patrice's new residence was a simple and elegant courtyard. When Whitemane gently pushed open the door decorated with vines, she found that her little tutor already had a guest. A dark-haired woman, Whitemane had met her before, and had heard her name mentioned by Partress: Natalie Serling.

Whitemane didn't have a good impression of this woman. Although she didn't have any contact with her, she could still feel the aura of Natalie that made her very uncomfortable.And Partress seems to be learning some secret knowledge from Natalie. After all, even though Isaacs added the identity of a lecturer jokingly, Partress, who is only 17 years old, still needs to keep learning.

Sensing someone coming in, Partress turned her head vigilantly, and she was relieved when she saw that it was Whitemane. She smiled and gestured to wait.Whitemane nodded slightly to express his understanding, then turned and walked towards Partrice's boudoir - for them who were like sisters, the other's room was their own room.

However, in this short period of time, Whitemane faintly heard half a sentence, "The shadow is the key to the void..."

She couldn't help shaking her head. If she was still in the hands of Tyr, she would have reported this almost completely undisguised evil to the church, but she would definitely not now.This is not only because the courses of the seminary not only discuss the holy light but also study the shadow, but also because the existence of Natalie and the knowledge of darkness that Partress has learned are obviously known and allowed by that person, Therefore, for Whitemane who has changed the nature of his belief, even if Natalie is a demon, it should not be called a heresy.

So Whitemane thought it best to act as if he hadn't heard anything.

Partress' room was as simple as ever, with almost no decorations. The door of the closet was open, as if the owner had forgotten to close it. Out of female instinct, Whitemane subconsciously walked over.

There is nothing special about Partress's clothing, plain and conservative, except for subtle differences in color, even the style is roughly the same.Whitemane couldn't help lamenting that her mentor and best friend really didn't know how to dress up. Suddenly, she noticed a flat box at the bottom of the closet. On the box was a line of cursive characters:
"To my sweetest little Lily."

Whitemane's curiosity was instantly aroused, what could be inside?Who would call Partress Little Lily in such an intimate tone?Judging from the creases on the box, it has been pressed at the bottom for a while, could it be that...

In line with the principle that there should be no secrets between girlfriends, Whitemane opened the box without hesitation. Not surprisingly, there was a piece of clothing inside, a silver lady's clothing...

……

"I hope you think again, you have an amazing talent in the shadows, and this talent should never be buried." Natalie was still trying to persuade Partress before leaving.

"I'll think about it." The 17-year-old female pastor replied mildly, but it was obviously meant to see off the guests.

After Natalie left, Partress couldn't help rubbing her temples, her delicate brows almost wrinkled. Although she was very grateful for the knowledge Natalie imparted selflessly, she still felt that what she had The shadow power of the bishop does not have the same source as the bishop's, and she doesn't want to further explore the so-called void. The feeling of the talking dagger is too weird, and Partress thinks it's best not to believe it.

There was another guest in the room, so the young priest didn't think about these troublesome things for now, "Sorry, Sally, but you just wait..."

The words stopped abruptly the moment they entered the room.Partress looked at Whitemane in surprise, who took off his academy uniform at this time, and changed into a set of clothes that definitely did not fit the human style of Azeroth.

It is made of silver and silk fabric, and it can be roughly seen that it is a priest's uniform, but the fabric does not wrap the arms, and the original robe on the lower body is cut on both sides, and it seems to be cut on purpose, so that the front and rear fabrics can barely reach The occlusion effect, that is to say, the two beautiful legs are almost completely exposed, and the white flowers dazzle people's eyes.

This kind of attire obviously does not belong to the clergy, but Whitemane wears it with a different flavor, it looks pure, holy and charming, and because of the wrong size, the fabric collapses tightly, making Whitemane far surpass other The curvy figure of age is undoubtedly exposed and arouses people's daydream.

Even Partridge, who is also a beautiful girl, couldn't help but blush a little, but then began to condemn, "Why did you find this out!"

"I didn't expect that my dear little Lily also has such clothes." Whitemane teased and twirled gracefully, "How is it? Does it look good?".

"This...is given to me by someone else." Paltress explained with some embarrassment.

"Oh?" Whitemane pretended to be surprised, "You accept all such gifts? Be honest, who gave it to you? What is your relationship with him?"

The blush on Paltrace's cheeks became a little deeper, and she was a little annoyed that her little secret was discovered, "Don't worry about this." She said forcefully.

"Tell me~" Whitemane used a coquettish tone, but this trick obviously doesn't work between the same sex, so her eyes turned to Paltress's chest, "But what about you? The scale is too small, I feel almost suffocated in this dress."

The pure and kind Partress was stunned for a moment before realizing what Whitemane meant, and she was short of breath, "I was only 13 years old when Isaacs gave me this suit!" She subconsciously said.

"Sure enough, it's His Highness." A gleam of scheming flashed in Whitemane's eyes, she looked at her clothes thoughtfully, so His Highness likes them like this, she thought.

Partridge realized that she had slipped the tongue just now. It was not just a secret that was known by her friends. She had actually discovered that Whitemane had a special feeling for Isaacs. This feeling was by no means love, and had already It is more like a kind of extreme admiration than idol worship.

"Seeing that you put this priest's uniform at the bottom of the closet, don't you like it?" Whitemane blinked, his rose-red pupils full of hope, "Can you lend me a few days?"

"No." Partress refused flatly.

"My dear sister, I won't tell others, but let Mrs. Mika make another one according to this pattern. I will never say that this dress is yours, and besides, yours doesn't fit me..." Only in two Only when Whitemane is alone will shed his haughty and indifferent shell, revealing such a cute and naive demeanor rarely.

"No, don't even think about it." Partridge's attitude was still very firm, and she already had a faint premonition of what would happen if she really borrowed it.

(End of this chapter)