Wearing a brand new black robe and walking in Star City, Rikka hummed a little tune while sneaking into the slums. Compared to the expensive delicacies in restaurants, the little girl prefers the cheap food on the roadside stalls, which is both delicious and authentic. "Boss, let's have another bowl of stew, add more coriander, the half-gluten kind!" Rikka took out five copper coins and then shouted to the food stall owner.
In Rikka's memory, she always thought that meat should be like steak. But after she tasted the bowl of broth in front of her today, she felt that the meat and muscles were the most delicious.
"Experts, but my sister-in-law, I agreed that this is the last bowl. If you continue to eat it, your belly will burst." The fat boss smiled and gave Rikka another bowl of broth, and then suggested. p>
Fresh and tender beef, translucent beef tendon that melts in your mouth, spice powder with just the right flavor, and those chopped coriander that add to the icing on the cake. The reason why Rikka ate nearly ten bowls of broth was to satisfy her appetite.
At the same time, I also want to keep this taste in mind so that I can cook it for Boom in the future.
Burps sounded one after another, and Rikka gradually faded away from the smile of the fat owner of the snack stall. Although it was the Beaver Moon, Rikka now felt that her whole body was warm, and it seemed that spring had already arrived.
"Hmm... If we add some high-quality orcish spices and fill it with Rikka's love, I'm sure Brother Boom will definitely praise my cooking skills."
Rikka's little face turned red, probably because she thought of Boom, and her eyes were instantly filled with love. Rikka had only confided this feeling to Christine, because when the little girl thought about it, Boom was currently in the process of practicing
During the critical period, you must not be disturbed by these things.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Rikka gradually woke up. The leather boots no longer moved forward, and the familiar outline was reflected in her eyes.
"Brother Boom is an orphan. He grew up in the monastery of the King of Ogu. Liuhua's herbal medicine was also taught by the old nun. I don't know how she is doing now."
"Since you came here accidentally, let's just go in and take a look. If there are poor people in need, they will give some gold coins to Brother Boom."
"The monastery" has a high status in Rikka's heart. This is not because Rikka believes in the gods, but because she and Boom have a deep connection with it.
However, Rikka, who wanted to step directly into the iron gate, was stopped by a nun. The little girl was a little confused and didn't know what the other party meant.
"By the gods, Miss, if you plan to enter the monastery, you need to pay a gold coin." Seeing that Liuhua was well-dressed, the nun said with a smile.
"One gold coin? When did the monastery start charging admission fees?" Liuhua was stunned when he heard this, and then asked in surprise.
"It turns out that the lady is not from Moronil, which is normal. In our Principality of Moronil, any monastery charges a fee, but please rest assured that the money will eventually be given back to the poor in the form of charity." p>
"Of course, if you are able, you would also like to donate more money. The Black Rain Moon is coming, and those who are suffering need to be wrapped in cotton clothes, and those who are seriously ill need to be treated as soon as possible."
When the nun learned that Rikka was a foreigner, her smile became even brighter. She first bowed to Rikka and then revealed the donation box behind her without leaving any trace.
"Well, then I'll just donate a hundred gold coins. I hope your gods can protect those creatures through the dark rainy night."
After Rikka said that, she took out a money bag from the dimensional space very grandly and threw it to the nun. The little girl may have prospered in the market area, but after all, her nature is simple, far from Boom and Kelly.
Si Ting is so experienced. You must know that even the great nobles in Star City will rarely donate huge sums of hundreds of gold coins.
The nun's hands were trembling slightly. This was not because she was excited for the poor, but because she was weighing the number of gold coins in her purse based on her experience.
A few seconds later, Rikka stepped into the small monastery, but the nun who was originally guarding the door ran directly to the third floor of the monastery.
Dim candlelight, people praying in twos and threes, and fine dust on the wooden benches. After sitting down, Rikka looked around and saw that the statues of the gods were somewhat dilapidated, and some of their faces were even blurry.
Although she does not believe in the gods, Rikka still silently prays that the poor can survive this year's dark rainy night. Although she will not be heartbroken by strangers, Rikka is no longer heartless now.
With a slight sigh, Rikka planned to end today's wandering, because the little girl was no longer in that mood. However, just when she was about to get up, her brows instantly wrinkled.
"Huh? If I remember correctly, those kind of leather boots should be very expensive, at least forty gold coins for a pair. But how can a nun who chants sacred texts wear such things?"
"That bracelet should be made of pure meteorite iron. Although it is not large, it would probably cost hundreds of gold coins to buy it."
"Huh? It's a decorative dagger from the dark elves of the Whispering Forest. No one is willing to buy it for collection, but it actually appears on the waist of an ordinary nun."
Rikka's face became more and more ugly. No matter how innocent she was, she still felt like she was being deceived. And Rikka didn't like being deceived the most. Anyone who treated Rikka like this ended up with no trace of her body. p>
As silently as a snow cat, Rikka moved quickly through the shadows, and arrived at the second floor of the monastery after a while. The back kitchen was extremely messy, with rats and cockroaches swarming in groups, and black bread covered with mold.
Placed randomly in a corner, green moss floated in the broth as light as water, and the smell of spoiled milk made Rikka's stomach acid surge.
On the third floor, in the huge lounge, the seven or eight nuns still looked modest as usual. They were drinking ale to themselves, bragging to each other about their wealth, laughing at the plight of the poor, or from time to time
Let out bursts of harsh laughter.
"Today a little girl donated a hundred gold coins. It's better for the noble lady to make money, hehehehe." The nun who received Rikka earlier said while stroking the money bag.
"As the Black Rain Moon approaches, there will be more and more idiots like this. I will be on duty tomorrow. I hope I can also receive a huge donation. God, this kind of life is really exciting." Another nun said somewhat.
He nodded enviously, and then began to imagine that he would have such an unexpected gain tomorrow.
Click! The wooden door was kicked to pieces by Rikka, and the two short blades slowly extended out of the black robe. The nuns who were chatting on the top floor of the monastery fell silent for an instant.
"You have destroyed the value of 'monastery' in people's hearts, and even insulted the word 'monastery'!"
"The gift of liberation! The first dance, the sound of the piano!"
Rikka was not in the mood to listen to the other party's explanation and directly used the Gift of Liberation Sword Skill. A few seconds later, the third floor of the monastery was as bloody as the abyss and purgatory. The walls were covered with blood, and the eyes and pieces of flesh crackled in harmony with the floor.
Death Elegy.
Step by step out of the monastery, Rikka was no longer in the mood to hang around, but she also did not take possession of the monastery's finances.
This is her last mercy. As for whether the poor people of Star City can survive the Black Rain Moon in the end, they can only pray to the so-called gods.
The cold wind blew Rikka's hair full of silver threads, and Rikka's eyes at this moment were somewhat similar to those of the mermaid Scylla. It was a kind of indifference to all living beings, and it was a concrete manifestation of the feelings in despair.