Fairy’s Box

"So... do you want me to bring you in?" Ike touched his chin in a trance, paced back and forth for a few steps, and finally nodded in response:

"This kind of thing was originally illegal, but, taking people's money and people to eliminate disasters, this is the professional ethics of clergy such as me. I'll help you!"

Are you sure you're talking about clerics and not bandits?

"Wait a second." The bishop rolled up his sleeves and walked out of the church quickly.

Seeing him leave temporarily, Clark couldn't help but ask in a low voice on behalf of everyone: "Are... Is this person really the bishop?"

"Well, don't underestimate him because of this, this guy is a great bishop." At this time, the knight thought of the steam car invented by Ike.

"Could it be... is this just him putting on a mask for the outside world?" Verity's eyes lit up, she held up her face, and said swayingly:

"The heart that sees through the red dust is hidden under the face of the incomparable philistine. In fact, it is aloof, watching the transcendence of everything in the world..."

"You think too much……"

"Dignity, reputation, and even status are not in the eyes, and silently suffer from strange eyes, just to save people who are struggling in a world of suffering, ah, what a great person..."

"It's said that you think too much, why don't you listen to others..."

Continuing to ignore Yale's words, Doctor Fairy was immersed in the dream he weaved and kept talking to himself.

"I'm back!" Ike held a large pile of clothes and placed them on the front row of benches near the altar, with a wooden box in his hand.

He picked up one of them, threw it to the black-haired knight, and opened the wooden box himself, revealing a large number of sacred ornaments:

"Here are the clothes and sacred objects that I made from the clerk. There are five sets in total. They are fully equipped and genuine. In this way, you can dress up as my subordinates and sneak into the monastery."

Yale put the sacrificial clothes on his shoulders temporarily, and frowned at the pile of clothes: "But there are nine of us, and you only have five sets of sacrificial clothes."

"Do you all have to go in? Uh... that's easy too, wait a minute." His Excellency Bishop ran out of the church again in a hurry.

Beverley picked up one of them, sniffed it with his nose, and his expression instantly relaxed: "The sacrificial clothes look like new and very clean."

Verity held up the pretty red tide, and said excitedly: "Look, look, as I guessed, this bishop must be a hermit master!

It's enough!

"Looking at his age, he is no more than twenty-five years old. A twenty-five-year-old high-ranking cleric seems to challenge common sense, right?" Nicole took out a silver cross from the wooden box, and said lightly in her hand.

The hierarchy of the church is strict, and there are only seven ranks in total, namely - the first-rank clerk, the second-rank scripture reader, the third-rank exorcist, the fourth-rank deputy priest, the fifth-rank priest, the sixth-rank bishop, and the seventh-rank hub bishop ( Also known as the Purple Bishop).

Among them, the first to fourth grades are low-level divine grades (small grades), and the fifth to seventh grades are high-level divine grades (big grades).

For a clergy of the fifth rank or above, if they want to be promoted, it is no longer enough to rely on their talents and qualifications, and they must make enough contributions to the church. The status of a bishop is to some extent equivalent to that of a senior official in the frontier, and one must be fifty years old or above to get into this.

Ike looks like he is not yet middle-aged, but he has already sat in this position. Although the situation is a bit poor, the bishop who is even poorer is also a bishop. It does challenge common sense.

"..."

Yale put his eyes on her, looked at each other for a long time, and smiled dumbly: "Nicole, we are just a group of people who came to seek his help. Does the other party's life experience matter?"

The female knight couldn't help laughing along: "That's right, sometimes it's not a good thing to think too much habitually."

"I'm back!" After Ike stepped into the church, he carefully closed the wooden door before throwing a large cloth bag in front of the crowd:

"For five hundred, no... I mean for you, I risked my life this time and took four sets of clothes from Nightingale and the others, so it's all right."

After a few discussions, the men were all dressed as priests, and it was no problem for women to dress up as nuns.

Only because of mental exhaustion, Bruno, who was the slowest, froze in place. After a few seconds, he suddenly made a cry that was almost out of tune: "Wait a minute!"

"What's wrong?" Yale just put on the priest's hem, looked over, and immediately closed his mouth.

Because... in front of the silver-haired boy——is a set of nun's clothes... women's clothes... clothes...

"Why did you give me a nun's dress!" The silver-haired knight's apricot eyes widened, shaking the nun's dress angrily, and gritted his silver teeth.

The young bishop glanced up and down Bruno's curve, and finally, his eyes stopped on the other's flat chest for a long time, and then he let out a hot breath:

"Uh, so you're a boy...but...sorry, I don't have any clothes anymore."

"Why is this..." The silver-haired boy stared blankly at the nun's clothes, muttering to himself as if he had lost his soul.

"But...you can exchange with other people."

"Yes!" Bruno's eyes regained their luster after Ike's reminder.

At the same time, all the men, including Yale, shrank nervously, quickly changed into sacrificial clothes, let their eyes jump, pretending to look around at the scenery.

"Yale..." The silver-haired boy cast his hopeful eyes on his friend, and said in a low voice.

"Even if you look at me like that, I can't do it... Look... My figure and face... It's obviously impossible to wear nun clothes!

"Clark..."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Poker face choked a few times, trying to puff up his muscles, showing his masculine figure in silence.

"Beverly..."

"Every day is the same. Occasionally, I have a whim. As long as there is... Illusions will be extended indefinitely~ Share with me when you are happy, stay by your side when you are sad... You will forget your troubles~"

Beverley's eyes wandered on the ceiling, and he didn't dare to look at him, so he chose to play stupid and sang the children's rhyme he learned from somewhere.

"Arcia..." Bruno reluctantly aimed at the young man. The other person's figure and appearance were the most likely candidate to replace him.

"Don't, don't look at me like that..."

After a long time, Arcia couldn't stand the other party's eyes, and denounced for forgiveness: "Why don't we guess the boxing, the loser will wear that suit!"

"A word is settled! The winner is determined in one round!" The silver-haired knight showed a smile of successful conspiracy.

"Okay, okay..."

"Hammer! Scissors! Cloth!"

Arcia shook her right hand excitedly, and slowly withdrew the "cloth". He never thought that he would actually win.

Bruno's face was pale, and his eyes stared blankly at the right hand - the "hammer" that was clenched tightly.

Damn, if the last deep water training was not too expensive, how could I have lost to a second-order scumbag in guessing... I, I don't want to wear a nun's uniform...

"That... Bruno." Yale said with sweat on his forehead, "If it really doesn't work, you can quit this mission, I've authorized it..."

"Ridiculous, how can I back down by myself!" The silver-haired boy glared at everyone with tears in his eyes, picked up the nun clothes and ran away crying.