Fairy Tale: Conquering the Nun with Black Silk at the Beginning

When Wayne left Aoshen Village, the poker friends who had been hiding in the Tree Hole Tavern were confused and surprised.

“Where the hell were all those succubi?”

“After my wife turned into a succubus, I lost 20 pounds in three days. Now, that stinky woman is gone?!”

“What the hell is this sticky stuff on my walls?”

“Oh, my God! There is a loquat tree in my family yard. I planted it myself the year my wife turned into a succubus. Now it has grown tall and majestic like a canopy!”

After collecting a total of 211 succubi in the village into the [Void],

Wayne called back the men who were hiding in the Tree Hole Tavern to the village.

These men who had left their hometown and hid in the tree holes in the forest for a long time, after seeing the streets of Ao Shen Village that they had missed, tears welled up in their eyes. They looked around, and everywhere they saw familiar faces.

But.

It has changed again.

The walls are covered with strange white mucus, and the furniture with handles are polished to a shiny shine, as if they had been used in a humid environment for a long time.

Wayne looked at these sloppy, lonely, and embarrassed men in Ao Shen Village.

He said,”Now, you can live in the village.”

These men have learned that the village chief Mendes was shot and sent to hell by Lord Wayne.

They also recognized Wayne as a powerful village chief.

The fat tavern owner next to the hunter Oak took a step forward, and his broom-like beard on his face fluttered in the wind.

“But, Village Chief Wayne, where have those succubi gone?”

Wayne glanced at the tavern owner:”I will remove their curses in my own way.”

That’s all right.

The suspicion on the tavern owner’s face disappeared in an instant.

Lord Wayne’s method is definitely the safest method in the world!

He made the village chief’s wife Daniela disappear out of thin air, and made the tall and strong Mendes’ head roll all over the street like a ball.

In the face of absolute strength.

Lord Wayne’s method must be the most correct method!

Wayne briefly explained to these men who returned home, then turned and left.

Walking into the wind.

Now.

He still has a lot to do.

Wolf blood can unlock the mysterious invisible ink contents in the priest’s diary.

In the white stone bunker, Little Red Riding Hood’s grandmother is also about to usher in her reckoning.

The wind, like an invisible tent, accepted Wayne…………………….

Night!

A lonely moon.

A lonely figure under the moon.

The figure holds a lonely musket in his hand.

Under the musket.

Several werewolf corpses are piled up together. They are not alone, and they are going to hell as companions.

Wayne holds the Collector musket in one hand and a beaker in the other, and then the wolf blood flows out from the gaping wound caused by the musket.

The beaker was taken from Resiondo when passing by the church.

Werewolves are attracted by bloody water ghost meat.

The wolf blood is collected and poured on the priest’s diary.

Wayne took the beaker full of wolf blood and glanced at the system panel.

Killing the village chief Mendes rewarded 200 silver coins, and now six werewolves have been killed.

The balance of silver coins has reached 500.

Wayne put away the system panel with satisfaction, holding a cup of wolf blood, and walked out towards the tree hole of Resiondo not far away.

He didn’t want the process of pouring blood into the priest’s diary to be seen by the nuns, Little Red Riding Hood, the witch in the forest, and others.

When he took the beaker in the church, he had already informed Resiondre, half of which was a notification and half of which was an order.

Resiondre didn’t refuse, but his cheeks flushed.

Unexpectedly, Lord Wayne was going to his own warm bed. He hoped that his tree house would not be too messy and ruin Lord Wayne’s mood.

Wayne walked to the tree house.

The big oak tree that was blasted off a piece of bark by his musket yesterday and burned a piece of gunpowder black spots was still standing silently.

Wayne entered the tree hole, took out the thick leather book of the priest’s diary from the [void], and placed it on a small wooden table that Resiondre usually used.

Open the book.

Turning to the first blank page, it is estimated that it must be a mysterious event in the 1400s.

Who writes a diary?

Who writes a diary with invisible ink?

This priest can be said to be extremely unserious.

Wayne complained in his heart, and used a small brush to dip some wolf blood and brush it on the surface of the invisible diary page.

Neat cursive handwriting slowly emerged.

【I seem to have discovered a way to become a god, but I’m not sure. Let’s wait and see!】

【Today, I fell in love with a noble lady passing by again. Faria, oh Faria, how could you be so depraved? But her drum is really big.

Faria is the name of the priest.

Wayne looked at the handwriting that appeared under the wolf’s blood, and thought to himself, this Father Faria is also an old pervert, writing the noble lady’s drum with a special invisible ink.

But.

Wayne is more concerned about the first sentence.

The way to become a god?

What?

In this fairy tale world, you can become a god step by step by discovering the secret of becoming a god?

Then, do gods exist in this world?

Wayne thought.

The feeling of being a super god must be much stronger than Superman.

Wayne continued to read the hidden contents in the priest’s diary.

【I, José Custodio de Falla, hereby swear to stay away from pornography!!!】

【What a hell, he touched the hands of different ladies all day long under the pretext of blessing people on the roadside. Faria, Faria, how could you be so depraved?】

【Nothing to do today, listen to opera in brothel】

【As for quitting masturbation… it’s impossible to quit masturbation, I can’t quit masturbation in this life, and I can’t be selected as a noble, so I can only make a living by being a prostitute like this.】

【I seem to have a clue about the path to godhood. I’m not sure. I’ll wait and see. Let’s go to Park Chang first. 】

Wayne was almost laughing when he saw this.

Beyond, the secret contents written in invisible ink in the priest’s diary, except for the occasional mention of the path to godhood, the rest are all the paths to godhood.

After dipping in wolf blood, the developed part ends here.

Wayne used a brush again, dipped a full brush of wolf blood, and brushed out the contents of the second half of the page.

【Based on astrology and celestial bodies, I seem to be able to imagine that the world we live in is a sphere!】

【But the prostitutes also have balls, and more than one. Could it be that the path to becoming a god is hidden among the prostitutes? I am a little sure. I must go and see.】

【Nothing to do today, go to the brothel to see girls】

【There must be some secrets hidden in the eastern sea of Dolan Gureg, I’m sure of it! Today, the old sailors in the brothel told me that they saw a great terror when they went out to sea! 】

Great terror?

The great terror on the sea?

Wayne saw this and held his chin with both hands. Could it be that the gods in this world are all Cthulhu evil gods?

The great terror that the sailors saw on the sea can’t be something indescribable, right?

Wayne felt that his appetite was whetted by this lecherous priest’s Lovecraft-style diary writing.

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【The old sailor said that at 6:66 on August 8, 1640, a great terror would befall the kingdom. I think this guy is talking nonsense!】

【There are only 60 minutes in an hour, where did the time of 6:66 come from? He probably rapped too much and lost his mind!

Wayne saw this and frowned.

1640, isn’t this year?

Today is July 6th, and the diary mentioned that the great terror descended on the kingdom on August 8th, isn’t this a month later?

But this 6:66 is really a bit ridiculous, there are only 60 minutes in an hour, is it possible to get another 6 minutes from somewhere?

Wayne continued to read on

【I heard that the royal city is a good place, and the prostitutes there are as white as snow. It’s almost 1445, Faria, Faria, you are almost 30 years old. What else can you do now except writing a diary and selling tickets?】

【Nothing to do today, rap is so cool】

【Is there something buried in the lake next to the church? Why does it glow for a few minutes at midnight on a full-moon night? 】

Seeing this,

Wayne stopped again.

The lake next to the church glows at midnight on a full-moon night?

Wayne hadn’t noticed this yet.

The night he came to the church was an exception, with a blood moon.

In the following days, it has always been a waxing moon.

The priest’s diary said that the lake would glow on a full-moon night, but we have to wait until July 15th.

Wayne was about to continue reading Father Faria’s diary.

Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound on the soft ground outside.

Like footsteps.

He put away the priest’s diary and put it into the [Void]. He took out the [Collector] musket and held it in his palm.

He thought.

Could it be that the smell of this beaker of wolf blood is too strong?

Did it attract the bloodthirsty monsters in the dark forest?

Smile.

A calm smile.

It appeared at the corner of Wayne’s mouth.

If there are bloodthirsty monsters, it’s just right. Now the monsters in the dark forest seem to be afraid of me and dare not move at night.

It’s just right to give me some silver coins.

Let’s see what good things I can get from the [Chaos Summoning] that is ten times more powerful with 1,000 silver coins?

Wayne picked up the musket and did not cover the beaker of wolf blood. Instead, he placed the wolf blood where the window was facing. The night wind just happened to bring up the smell of blood.

It drifted out of the window.

It drifted into the darkness.

It swung under the moon, attracting every bloodthirsty creature in the dark forest.

“tread!”

“tread!”

“”Trample!”

The rustling sound originally from stepping on the soft ground now came from stepping on the stairs leading to the wooden house.

“tread!”

“tread!”

“”Step!”

The door opened.

It was not violently pushed open as Wayne expected.

Instead, it was gently and slowly pushed open like a lady.

A tall and slender figure appeared in front of Wayne.

Wayne was holding the Collector rifle in his hand, ready to pull the trigger to fire.

But when he saw that the person behind the door was a graceful blonde young woman,

Wayne stopped.

He stopped.

Not because this was a woman.

But because this was a woman who looked very similar to Little Red Riding Hood! She was a little older than Little Red Riding Hood, but with deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, peach-like cheeks, and a slender chin.

Everything.

She looked very much like Little Red Riding Hood.

Or, Little Red Riding Hood looked very much like this woman.

Could it be that this woman was Little Red Riding Hood’s mother, Camilla Bartoli?!

Suspicion instantly exploded in Wayne’s heart, surging up and spreading out!