Chapter 63

At dusk, Grandma Short drove the cargo carriage to the Notre Dame Convent. Da Fei, hidden in a bag of vegetables, was among the cargo.

The carriage stopped, and Da Fei heard the stern voice of Sister Rong: "Why are you so late?"

Of course, it was so late to cover Da Fei's infiltration. Otherwise, even a master-level stealth wouldn't be able to go unnoticed in broad daylight. However, it couldn't be too late, as that would make it more suspicious and more likely to be exposed.

Grandma Short replied irritably, "The boat delivering the vegetables was late."

Sister Rong snorted coldly and then began to sweep the dust from the wheels and under the carriage with a broom. According to the convent, this was to prevent the filth of the secular world from entering the sacred convent. In reality, it was a routine inspection.

Feeling the rhythmic and regular tapping of the broom, Da Fei's heart rose to his throat. This was the moment of truth; if he couldn't pass the first checkpoint, all his plans would be in vain.

Suddenly, Sister Rong's triangular eyes opened wide, and her gaze became as sharp as an eagle's! With a bang, the broom struck the carriage, causing it to shake!

"What is this?!" Sister Rong's sharp voice rang out!

Da Fei's heart tightened as he lay in the pile of vegetables.

"What's wrong with it?" Grandma Short replied irritably.

Sister Rong, furious, said, "Don't think I can't see the rotten potatoes hidden among the good ones! You greedy dwarf woman, you must have embezzled the food allowance!"

Grandma Short, enraged, shouted, "Nonsense! Where are the rotten potatoes?"

Sister Rong dug into a few large potatoes and pulled out a few small ones: "Are these it? Don't think you can get away with it just because it's getting dark!"

Grandma Short suddenly stood on the carriage seat, one hand on her hip and the other pointing at Sister Rong: "Old woman, open your rat eyes and look clearly! These are small potatoes, not rotten ones! They are specifically for making soup!"

Sister Rong, furious, said, "Small potatoes are rotten potatoes! They're not even ripe!"

"Have you ever seen rotten potatoes that cost 6 copper coins per pound?"

"Nonsense, show me the bill! Clearly, you are embezzling the food allowance!"

"You have no right to see the bill!"

Their argument immediately drew the attention of a group of nuns in the courtyard, who came out to mediate: "Enough, enough, the vegetables need to be delivered."

Grandma Short, angry, said, "I won't leave until we settle this! How can you accuse me of embezzlement without any evidence!"

Sister Rong, furious, said, "Just because you are guilty, I can see through you! I can tell you have something to hide today!"

Grandma Short kicked the carriage hard and shouted, "Nonsense! If you say I have something to hide, I have something to hide? Why don't you become a judge!"

Sister Rong, furious, said, "Why are you shouting? The louder you shout, the guiltier you are!"

Everyone said, "Enough, enough! Don't argue..."

"Let it be! Get inside quickly!"

Grandma Short, crying and making a scene, said, "No, I won't go in! You have no evidence to accuse me of embezzlement!"

Sister Rong, furious, said, "What do you want?"

"You apologize!"

Sister Rong, furious, said, "I have never apologized to anyone in my life!"

...

"Decorum! Everyone to your positions!" A stern voice came from the gate, apparently alarming a high-ranking figure.

Thus, Sister Rong snorted and turned to leave, while Grandma Short wiped her tears and drove straight to the back yard without a word. Everyone dispersed.

Da Fei, drenched in cold sweat in the pile of vegetables, finally breathed a sigh of relief. The first difficult checkpoint was finally passed. The confrontation between the old woman and the dwarf woman was a battle of wits, a war between women, where men had no place to intervene! It seemed that Makal's decision to send Grandma Short was indeed a stroke of genius!

Details determine success or failure. This operation had a lot of planning in a small potato!

In front of a saint-level expert like Sister Rong, any guilt would not escape her sharp eyes. The small potatoes could attract her attention first, serving to highlight the small and overlook the big. The second step was to use the small potatoes as a pretext to argue, further diverting Sister Rong's attention. The third step was to create a commotion, drawing everyone in the courtyard, making it harder to discover Da Fei and providing a way out. The fourth step was for Grandma Short to make a scene and refuse to leave, to buy time until it got dark! Only when it was dark could Da Fei's infiltration and hiding proceed smoothly. Otherwise, if he was allowed to pass directly, it would be even more difficult to handle.

Thus, the art of espionage does not lie in high-tech gadgets like 007, nor in seemingly ordinary but incredibly handsome blonde men, but in a small, unremarkable potato and an unremarkable old woman.

When the carriage reached the back yard, it was already dark. Among the many shadows, Grandma Short's sturdy figure provided the best cover for Da Fei. Da Fei, using his master-level stealth, entered the pre-planned storage room.

The second checkpoint, successfully passed! The storage room was the least managed area in the entire convent, rarely patrolled by the old nuns, making it the most likely place to hide.

Now, it was time to find the person. As long as he found her, he would bring her to the storage room for a private meeting! He would use the relic attack to win her over in minutes!

A voice from outside the storage room called out: "Elsa, is this yours?"

"No, Lady Tabia."

"Amber, is this yours?"

"Hehe, no, but I can help Lady Tabia find the owner."

"No need, I will find the owner myself. If I can't find them, it's mine, hahaha!"

"Lady Tabia... you..."

"What's wrong with me?"

"You have no integrity!"

"Nonsense, can't you see I'm trying to find the owner? I still have half my integrity!"

Hahaha, the nuns' voices were so beautiful, like angels. Serbia, what is your name now? Come, Uncle will take care of you!

After a while, Grandma Short's voice came: "Ah? None of them? Then I'll have to come back tomorrow."

Obviously, she didn't find anyone. Sigh, only to wait. According to Grandma Short, there were no men in the convent, and tasks like carrying and moving things were often handled by young, low-ranking nuns. The chances of encountering Serbia were very high.

The sound of the carriage faded, and the commotion outside the storage room subsided as Grandma Short left. Da Fei began to think about how to escape after his success, which was the hardest part. According to the current plan, the best option would be to start a fire in the storage room, and then Serbia, playing the hero, would pretend to fetch water to put out the fire, and he could take the opportunity to escape, hahaha!

Female heroes were rare, and special occupation female heroes were even rarer. Nuns were undoubtedly special occupation female heroes, and they were absolutely worth the effort and any means to obtain. Looking at the entire world, how many people could be as awesome as him, using heaven-defying skills, unmatched intelligence, and master-level stealth to infiltrate a convent? He was a god-level hero, no doubt about it!

Just as he was getting lost in his thoughts, footsteps approached the storage room, getting closer and closer.

Da Fei was taken aback. Someone? A nun?

A group of people entered the dark storage room, and Da Fei's eyes widened! Holy cow! Female players!

In this world, there were some places where men, no matter how capable, could never enter, but women could come and go freely, like women's restrooms and women's bathhouses. He had used heaven-defying skills just to enter a women's bathhouse!

—Ah! Realizing this, Da Fei spat out a mouthful of blood!

At this moment, a group of female players, all with the prefix "Blood Rose" (Blood Rose Holy Spear, Blood Rose Rose, Blood Rose Holy Sword), sneaked into the storage room and formed a circle.

Da Fei was suddenly startled. Blood Rose? Blood Rose Studio? Holy cow! It was in this city, and it was the most famous female player studio in the country! Although it was not as large as Star Dragon, it was still quite well-known! Wasn't their leader this Blood Rose Rose? She was said to have competed with his dream girl, Bu Feiyan, for the title of last year's otaku goddess, but ultimately lost due to the greater influence of Star?

If it was the Blood Rose Studio, it meant that even female players in the convent had to be of a high level to enter. This thought made Da Fei feel a bit better. So, what were they doing? Should he greet them and ask for their help?

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