Several days passed, and the two other witches, Fire Witch Ectar and Insect Plague Witch Andinie, also returned to the convent.
Now, aside from the long-absent Selene, only Die had yet to come back.
However, the witches could no longer wait for her; who knew how long it would take for the amnesiac Die to return to the convent? The opportunity to distribute porridge was fleeting, so the two newly returned witches were immediately pulled by Heidi to help.
As everyone prepared for this, the news was also spread. On the day of distribution, the poor came with their families and formed a long line in front of the newly built porridge distribution site.
Dressed in heavy nun's habits that wrapped them up tightly, the witches wore solemn expressions, mixed with a touch of compassion, as they ladled the steaming wheat porridge from the large pot into bowls, handing them out to the poor while advising them to be patient: "Be careful, it's hot. There's plenty of porridge; don't rush, you will definitely have enough to fill your stomach."
The porridge was mixed with a bit of salted fish and diced radish, which gave it a somewhat strange flavor, causing those who had a little extra money to be reluctant to accept charity here.
However, despite the strange taste, it was still clean and nutritious food, so those truly threatened by hunger would gratefully drink it down.
This was also a piece of wisdom the witches had accumulated during their long-term porridge distributions, used to filter out the middle class who enjoyed taking advantage of others, and to identify the truly poor and vulnerable.
This was convenient for them to hunt without future complications.
As the sun gradually moved south, even though the season was nearing autumn, the midday sun still felt quite harsh. The nuns, already dressed heavily, had to gather around the hot pot, making it extremely difficult for them, with fine beads of sweat forming on their foreheads.
This scene touched the hearts of those coming to receive porridge even more. Some who were already wavering in their original beliefs silently changed their faith, shifting their devotion from their deities to the Goddess of Life…
During the porridge distribution, all the nuns were busy outside, leaving the convent practically empty.
So, Hawthorne hid in the kitchen, ostensibly following Heidi's orders to help prepare food, but in reality, all he had to do was point at the system during critical moments to complete the entire cooking process.
Thus, he had a vast amount of free time and could move about freely in the convent.
He chose to stand behind the wall and eavesdrop on the conversations of the poor after they received their porridge, demonstrating perfectly what it meant by "walls have ears":
"The investigation team sent by the Mithril Hall has really been a pain for us these last few days. They question everyone they encounter, and they act like everyone is a cultist. I mean, why can't they find a lumberyard or something to do some real work?"
"I think they're just pretending to hunt cultists; the real goal is to find a scapegoat! Ha, three or four hundred lives were lost in one night, and since they're afraid to mess with the Dark Intelligence Network, they have to pull this nonsense about magical creatures, devils, and cultists. Pah!"
"This place is truly unlivable; we must move! Every morning when I step out, I feel like I can see someone staring at me from across the street. At night, I dream I hear someone crying at my doorstep!"
"So you're planning to move now? Aren't you afraid that when you relocate, they'll see you as a cultist fleeing from guilt and just arrest you? I think we should wait until they leave before we move together!"
The voices of discussion rose and fell, and Hawthorne mostly remained silent, quietly listening while sorting through the information in his mind, sketching out the current situation in the slum.
At that moment, a sudden cry came from outside the wall: "It's Selene! Nun Selene is here!"
Instantly, Hawthorne's pupils narrowed slightly.
She actually came back?
Hiss... there was no way around it; he would have to face this sooner or later.
Fortunately, he had already prepared a plan for Selene's arrival, so he didn't harbor any complacent thoughts…
Thinking this, he clenched his teeth in secret and reluctantly ended his eavesdropping. He was not particularly curious about what Selene looked like in reality—based on the experiences he gained from Heidi and Yuta, it should be quite similar to her in the game—so he forced himself to suppress his curiosity and returned to hide in the kitchen.
Meanwhile, outside the convent, on the eastern street, a beautiful figure dressed in a luxurious nun robe with pure white and golden trim was walking slowly toward this side, her tall and ample form facing away from the eastern sunlight, coming from the avenue of the district hall.
It was Selene.
Amid the adoring and respectful gazes of the crowd, she slowly approached the convent, mingling among the needy gathering for porridge.
Her hands were adorned with delicate black silk gloves extending to her forearms, and her hands were clasped together in front of her chest, fingers interlaced, slightly bowing her head in a posture of devout prayer. Her exquisitely beautiful face, as smooth as white jade, bore an expression of compassion. Beneath her light yellow long eyelashes, her water-blue pupils were filled with sorrow.
She wore a lightweight nun robe of pure white lined with golden threads, bathed in sunlight, exuding an aura of holiness. However, her body was so full of sin: the luxurious nun robe could hardly conceal her large and erect bosom, which was almost larger than Heidi's. Even with her body slightly leaning forward, her proud curves remained ample.
As she leaned forward in her prayer posture, the rounded curve of her hips was also accentuated by the thin nun garb, clearly visible as it trembled noticeably with each step she took, enough to ignite the deepest desires within anyone who merely glanced at her!
Her figure was so enchanting, akin to a perfectly ripe honey peach, with a glistening hue, full contours, and exuding an enticing fragrance, while showing no signs of over-ripeness or decay; from any angle, it was the epitome of exquisite beauty.
Logically speaking, such a sinful and voluptuous body appearing before the poorly educated poor would surely provoke one or two audacious individuals to extend their dirty, wicked hands toward her.
However, in reality, this did not happen. As Selene passed through the crowd of impoverished people, every man who lifted his gaze toward her alluring body would suddenly look down, filled with self-reproach and regret for harboring such base and contemptible thoughts, especially for feeling lustful desires toward the holy Nun Selene.
This was the effect of magic, as well as the innate spiritual influence that the great witch Selene possessed. It was precisely because of this that she held extremely high prestige among the impoverished, becoming the universally recognized "symbol of goodness and beauty" in the South Harbor District slum.
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