Chapter 167 Change

"Holy light, is Sister Cheryl a masterpiece created by the gods?"

After just ten minutes, Denisa's uneasiness has long been replaced by two beating villains on the magic net.

Denisa's expression, which was originally full of sorrow, also glowed again, and her fingers were slowly pressing in mid-air.

"If only the gods could create something so interesting..."

Cheryl couldn't refuse the help of her juniors in excellent figure and her best friend. She first showed Denisa the record she brought from Nolan.

Although the lady nun was excited about the uplifting songs on the record, the record didn't do much to dispel the whispers in her head.

So Cheryl tentatively opened the caster forum and chose the 'Game Zone', trying to use the games inside to divert Denisa's attention.

According to the current results, Cheryl has succeeded. This nun who has never been out of the holy city since she was a child, and even seldom goes out to the church, fell in love with this "dwarf saves the princess" in just a few minutes. game.

"Then... who is the creator? Sister Cheryl, you have been to Nolan, so it must be a well-known great sage in Nolan."

In the eyes of this nun, no matter how you look at it, this miraculous 'magic' can only come from the hands of gods, or from the rumored omnipotent sages of Nolan.

"Sages? How could those boring old men like those who have no desires make such things... Wait! Denisa, you missed a mushroom that can increase the number of times the resurrection technique can be used."

Cheryl didn't tell Denisa the truth, in case the nun knew that the game she played, which was comparable to a masterpiece of a god, was played by a 'demon'.

She will definitely fall into panic again, and then immediately leave the keyboard with both hands, uneasily shouting something like 'the devil's trap'.

But even if this is really a 'devil's trap', this nun is also very happy to play in the trap.

So sometimes ignorance is always the happiest.

"Resurrection mushroom?"

Denisa wanted to turn around to look for the mushroom at Cheryl's reminder, but unexpectedly, her operation was very unfamiliar. With such a sudden change of direction, the dwarf in the red hat controlled by Denisa Uncle' instantly encountered a monster.

The lady nun also managed to lose her first blood in the game.

"How...he died?"

The death of the game characters on the screen filled Denisa with guilt, and even stopped the movements of her hands.

"This dwarf has been blessed by the gods. After death, he can receive the blessing of resurrection countless times, so don't worry, the task of guiding them to save the princess falls on us."

Cheryl fooled this naive nun lady, because she shouldn't have stayed in such a cruel organization as the Heresy Tribunal.

But unfortunately, Denisa suffered from a very strange disease when she was fourteen years old.

In order to prolong her own life, she chose to give all of herself to the so-called gods, that is, to join the Inquisition of Heresy.

But in the five years since joining, she has not been sent to perform a mission.

"If the journey is so dangerous, I think it is better for the two dwarves to live together than to save the unknown princess."

At this time, Denisa made her own unique view on the plot of the game.

Cheryl didn't know how to answer the sentence that the nun lady said, and could only look at her with surprised eyes.

"Let's… let's get on with it."

As if to cover up something, and driven by the desire to clear the level, Denisa manipulated the dwarf Mr. Mario in a red hat and embarked on a journey to save the princess.

The fun brought by the game gradually made Denisa forget the whispers in her mind, but Cheryl next to her fell into anxious waiting.

She hasn't had time to write the latest part of today's "Diary of a Heretic Inquisitor", thinking of those spellcasters who are waiting to read the latest content, Cheryl is full of worries.

Cheryl didn't know where this guilt came from. This was the first time she showed what she had written to others. What she didn't expect was that it would attract the attention of so many spellcasters.

A motivation of "wanting to be seen by more people and appreciated by more people" drove Cheryl to keep writing.

But if there is no new content updated today, will those spellcasters lose interest in "Diary of a Heretic?" !

Cheryl found the reason for her worry, but unfortunately tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

There was another knock on the door of her room.

"who is it?"

Cheryl immediately sat up from the bed and loudly asked the identity of the person who knocked on the door.

"Cheryl, is that child Denissa in your room?"

A male voice came from outside the door. It was a priest with the identity of the presiding judge, and he was also the host when dealing with those 'failures' tonight.

Hearing his voice, Denisa, who was controlling the dwarf uncle to run after a mushroom, trembled slightly, and put her hands on the virtual buttons on her legs instantly.

"In my room...what's the matter?"

Cheryl didn't watch the door. She couldn't confirm the purpose of the priest's visit. She probably discovered that Denisa was also a 'failure'.

"The child Denisa seems to be a little confused recently, which makes me very worried, and Sister Cheryl, I also have a task for you, please open the door."

The priest's voice is soft, a skill the clergy must learn.

Cheryl was not deceived by his words, but the priest's position was much higher than her presiding judge in the Heresy Tribunal, so she had no choice but to open the door of the room.

The priest walked into the room, and the expression on his face changed slightly after his eyes focused on Denisa.

"It seems that the confusion in your heart has been dispelled, Denisa." He said.

"Yes, my lord priest..."

"Maybe I heard the singing of the saint tonight."

Cheryl made an additional explanation, this naive nun doesn't understand what it means to lie.

"Very well, may the gods always bless you, and Sister Cheryl, heresy has appeared again, and the church needs your strength."

The priest took out a Gospel book from the armhole of the priest's robe and handed it to Cheryl. It was blank, and only Cheryl could see the words on it.

'The giant dragon entrenched in the foundation of the ancient tree has fallen asleep forever, offering praises for the recovery of the gods...'

This is a series of jerky and difficult to understand words, and what Cheryl deciphered is that three days later, she will be ordered to go to the Blackwood Forest far away in the Kingdom of Faluoxi.