Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 169 Milna's New Year

At the beginning of the new year, heavy snow fell on the capital, giving it a silvery look, as if it had turned into a fairy-tale kingdom of ice and snow overnight. The morning sun shone through the thick clouds, adding a touch of warmth to this ancient and prosperous city.

On the street, the snow was crushed into tiny ice crystals by pedestrians and carriages, which squeaked underfoot. The vendors started their business as usual, shouting their wares in the central square. The children ran and played in the snow. For them, snow was always the happiest thing. Their laughter and the sound of silver bells echoed in the air. It was full of joy.

When talking about the New Year, the topic that cannot be ignored is the church. The Lord of Light imparted knowledge to mankind and established the concept of year, month and day. Every New Year, people always go to church to celebrate and offer blessings to the Lord. The Vatican also often makes extensive donations on this day to help the homeless poor.

The Royal Capital Cathedral is located in the center of the city. It is majestic and magnificent, with its towering spires reaching into the sky as if to touch the sky. The walls of the church are carved with exquisite reliefs, telling the story of the Lord. The stained glass windows reflect colorful light and shadows under the sunlight, adding a bit of mystery and solemnity to the temple.

As the church bells rang, Myrna slowly opened her eyes from the bed and hummed twice in annoyance. This damn bell, she hasn't had a good night's sleep since she came here, she really doesn't understand why these people want to make trouble so early in the morning.

At this moment, a nun gently pushed open her door, and then several nuns came in one after another and stood in a row in front of her window. Some of them were holding washbasins, and some were holding folded nun's clothes.

One of the nuns called softly:

"Miss Myrna, it's time to get up." A nun reminded softly.

There was no response, Milna simply turned over in dissatisfaction.

Several nuns looked at each other, and then one of them called out softly:

"Ms. Myrna, breakfast is ready. You won't be able to eat it if you're late."

When she heard the word "breakfast", she finally opened her eyes and stretched her limbs lazily. Several nuns immediately came forward, some helped her wipe her face, and some helped her dress.

Myrna sat on the bed, enjoying all this with a clear conscience. This was her privilege. As the favorite daughter of Prime Minister Aaron, what did it matter if she became a nun? There were many people willing to curry favor with her. Everyone was looking forward to making friends with her to gain benefits, especially the nuns in the church. Most of them were poor, and some were orphans. It was a great privilege to be lucky enough to serve her.

Of course, there were people who didn't like her style. As far as she knew, there were also nuns who secretly reported her behind her back. However, Bishop Made just laughed it off and didn't come to stop it. This was natural. After all, her father was the prime minister and the Duke of the West. Even the bishop himself had to give him some respect. Thinking of this, Myrna couldn't help but feel proud.

After the mass, Bishop Mede, as well as all the priests and nuns, sat down at a large table, and after a simple prayer, someone brought them food.

Breakfast was a glass of beer, a piece of hard bread, and a bowl of thin vegetable soup. Unlike what she had eaten at the Duke's Mansion, the bread was as hard as a rock. After just one bite, Myrna threw the bread on the table:

"Is this for human consumption?"

"To eat this kind of bread, you must first soak it with beer, and then..." Bishop Mede explained patiently.

"I'm not a child. I don't need you to teach me." She shouted impatiently, paused, and then said, "I mean, it's okay at other times, but it's Chinese New Year, can't we eat something good?"

Maide showed an embarrassment and said calmly:

"Well, many people still don't have enough to eat, but we don't have to worry about food here. This is also a gift from God..."

"Ah~" Milna felt like she was going crazy, "That's enough, stop talking, I'm full..."

"At least we can drink the soup and ale," said Maide again.

"I'm not a child!" Milna shouted impatiently, but even though she shouted that, she still obediently started to drink the soup.

The nuns around began to talk quietly, expressing their dissatisfaction, but Maide just looked at her quietly. After a long time, he spoke again:

"The North has been in turmoil recently. Carl defeated Earl Morton and occupied Morgan Territory..."

"Oh, that serf is pretty good. What about Morton?" Myrna put down the bowl and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief.

"They executed him."

"Good death! That bastard!" Myrna clapped her hands and shouted. She thought about their battle in her mind. She thought of her master, Alia. Carl's victory must have been all thanks to her master. She even imagined the scene of her master fighting against a hundred people on the battlefield. It would be great if she was there. She would join forces with her master and bravely kill the enemy, like all legendary knights. Instead of being trapped in this damn monastery and living a boring life every day!

"We shouldn't slander the dead." Maide bowed his head and made a prayerful gesture.

"Do you want me to mourn for him?" Myrna replied, and drank the beer in one gulp. Then she said, "I'm done. Can I go back to my room?"

But I saw Maide shook his head:

"not enough."

"What else do you want?"

"I was hoping you could stay with us today?"

"What?" asked Myrna.

"It's the New Year, we have to do something for the children, at least so that they can have a good year." Maide said slowly.

Orphans? If Maide hadn't told her, she would have almost forgotten that the church was not only responsible for giving alms and preaching, but also for taking in orphans in the city. They even built an orphanage in a vacant lot next to the cathedral, which was usually taken care of by nuns. Bishop Maide always said that the children were the most pitiful. Are they pitiful? Myrna never thought so. She had been in the church for half a year and she knew very well what those children were like. They were thieves, robbers, liars, dirty, and full of dirty words. They were all a group of little hooligans and did not deserve pity at all.

"Can I not go?"

As a nun, she should have taken on the responsibility of taking care of them, but she could not stand it. Not only because of their bad personalities, but also because of the strange smell on their bodies. She always tried her best to stay away from these little devils, and Bishop Mede did not seem to force her.

However, today, Maide's attitude suddenly became tough:

"No~"

"What if I just don't go?"

Bishop Mede thought for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Of course you can do this. I won't force you. But your father and I have an agreement that you can go home when you are ready~"

"You!" But seeing that Maide was still smiling, she could only sigh helplessly, "I understand, I'll go with you."

Life in the monastery was boring and even vulgar, completely different from the luxury she had in the chancellor's mansion. The most annoying thing was the group of orphans.

She followed the group out of boredom. When they stepped into the gate of the orphanage, the group of children immediately swarmed out, stretching out their dirty little hands to beg for things from them. Myrna almost instinctively stepped back, with disgust that was hard to conceal on her face.

She saw other nuns begin distributing food, while Bishop Mede took out wooden toys from a large bag and gave them to each child.

This move once again shocked her:

"Toy, are you serious?"

"They are just children, and children need to play." Madd still had that calm expression.

"They are all robbers and hooligans, not the kind of childlike innocence you mentioned!" Myrna shouted, but Maide just smiled and continued to distribute toys. Seeing this, she added unconvinced, "Besides, they don't even have enough food to eat, who would want this thing?"

However, the reality was unexpected. The children seemed to be particularly interested in Maide's toys and they were all snatched away in a short while.

This even made her feel frustrated, as if she and Mad were competing with each other and she lost.

With this feeling of defeat, she walked in the yard with a look of disdain on her face. The air after the snow was fresh and cold, and her footsteps left shallow traces on the snow. A noise came from a distance, breaking the moment of tranquility. She walked towards the sound, only to find a group of children surrounding a thin boy.

The little boy was thrown to the ground, his face full of fear and helplessness. A few older children took the opportunity to snatch the toys from his hands and knocked his food to the ground.

The leader was a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old. He stood in the front with a proud look on his face, and seemed to enjoy everything in front of him.

Look, what did I say before, these people are just hooligans and bastards, this is their nature, they don't deserve sympathy at all. She looked around and it seemed that other nuns had noticed the situation here, but there were too many such things, and it seemed that they also understood what kind of people these orphans were, so they chose to turn a blind eye.

She shook her head and was about to leave, but suddenly she heard the loud roar of the child king coming from the other side:

"Your sister is a slut! She was killed because of having an affair!"

Then someone else shouted:

"I heard that when she died, she didn't even have time to put on her pants~"

Then all the children burst into laughter:

"Hahahaha~"

The little boy climbed up silently without any resistance. He just stood there and looked at the group of children calmly.

However, even so, the leader still did not give up:

"What's that look in your eyes? Are you not convinced?" He said viciously, "Come here, catch him for me. Humph, how dare a slut's brother look at me like that!"

For some reason, Myrna stopped. She felt a surge of anger burning in her heart. Then she turned around, walked quickly towards the group of children, and shouted:

"What are you doing?"

The children stopped and turned to look at her. The leader of the children looked even more disdainful:

"It's just for fun, it's none of your business."

"Play?" Milna sneered, walked to the side of the boy who was pushed, and protected him behind her. "You call this playing? You are such a bunch of little bastards, you deserve to be pariahs for the rest of your life!"

"How dare you scold me?" The child king's eyes widened, and he walked towards Myrna arrogantly. "Who do you think you are? Other nuns don't care about me, so why should you?"

"Why?" Myrna's eyes also turned cold and fierce. She looked directly into the eyes of the child king, her eyes bursting with anger. "Based on my surname, based on my identity, I tell you, little brat, even if His Majesty comes, he won't dare to talk to me like this!"

The child king was obviously irritated. He suddenly waved his hand and said:

"Come on, everyone! Teach her a lesson!"

The other children hesitated for a moment, but seeing the signal from the child leader, they still gathered around. Many of these children were eleven or twelve years old, not much younger than Myrna, and some had already started to grow. Especially the child leader, who was only two years younger than Myrna, and even taller than the girl. But even so, Myrna did not retreat at all, her spirit would not allow her to do so, she gently bent down, ready to fight back.

One of the kids rushed forward, and Myrna quickly dodged to the side, stretched out her hand to grab his wrist, twisted it hard, and pushed him to the side. Then, she kicked another kid who tried to attack her, knocking him to the ground. After all, she was taught by Alia, and was much stronger than these little hooligans. Every move she made was quick, crisp, and full of power.

The children obviously did not expect such a strong counterattack from Myrna, and were caught off guard for a moment.

The child king shouted angrily:

"A bunch of trash, hurry up!"

However, before she could finish her sentence, the fight was over. With just three punches and two kicks, Milna knocked all the children to the ground, and there were cries of pain everywhere.

Then he saw Myrna walking towards him with her hands clenched:

"You are the only one left~"

For a moment he actually cried out.

At this time, as the matter became a big deal, it finally attracted the attention of other nuns. People rushed over and looked at the children on the ground with shocked expressions.

One of the older nuns frowned and asked:

"what on earth is it?"

"Nothing, just teaching a few little beasts a lesson."

The nun showed an incredible expression and then shouted:

"Is this what a nun should do? They are just a group of children. We should use love and tolerance to influence them, not violence."

Milna looked at her calmly, and finally uttered a few words lightly:

"Convince your mother~"

Then he picked up the child and walked away.

“This…this…” The older nun was so angry that her face turned red, but she didn’t dare to get angry. Finally, she ran to Bishop Mede and said, “Bishop, look at her, look at her…”

Maide remained as calm as ever, looking at Milna's back from a distance, and then said:

"At least she's helping the kid, that's progress."

What is going on? Mirna dragged the child around the garden aimlessly, saying that these people were all bastards and not worth saving. Of course, there are exceptions among them, she thought, looking at the child next to her, who looked so thin and pitiful, pitiful and hateful. He was obviously a boy, but he didn't know how to resist when he was bullied. Think about Karl, who was also a pariah, but he was completely different. He acted decisively and could even kill Morton!

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the child say softly:

"Thank you, Sister..."

Sister... Your Excellency? How humble this person must be. For some reason, the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Finally, she shouted:

"Why don't you fight back?"

The boy was startled and lowered his head:

"Yes, it will cause trouble for everyone..."

What kind of reason is this? She was shocked:

"So you just let them bully you?"

"As long as I don't provoke them, they will get tired of it sooner or later..."

"Nonsense! Kind people are often bullied, and kind horses are often ridden! If you don't give them some strength, they will bully you even more. Don't you understand this truth?" Milna became more and more excited as she spoke.

The boy was so frightened that he shrank his neck. After a long time, he said timidly:

"But I can't beat them... I'm not as powerful as the Sister..."

She really liked hearing this, and then she revealed a smug expression:

"Why, am I awesome?"

"Yeah~" The boy nodded vigorously, "Just like the hero in the story."

The hero in the story? Myrna was getting more and more proud. She should have been a hero. She was the apprentice of Arya the Flame! She should have been galloping on the battlefield and becoming a legendary female knight, instead of wasting her youth in this damn monastery. Humph, didn't that guy Mede say that he would let her go when she changed? Well, let him do as he wishes~ As long as she can leave this place, it doesn't matter. It's just taking care of the children!

Myrna thought so and looked at the boy:

"What's your name?"

"Joe~" the boy said softly.

"Listen carefully, Joe. From today on, I want you to be my disciple. I will teach you fighting skills. You must become stronger and let those bastards know how powerful you are. Do you understand?" Milena shouted.

“Yes…yes…” the boy replied in panic.

"Call me Master!"

"Yes, Master!" the boy changed his tone and shouted.

"louder please!"

"master!"

Well, as long as I can take good care of the child and get Maide's approval, I can go back early and make achievements on the battlefield! Thinking of this, Milna smiled proudly.