Trafford’s Trading Club

In the sea of trees beneath the cliffs of the monastery, shaking shadows of trees hide what is spying on them.

“Quiet indeed, Abbey of Pejols. ”

Drop the telescope on your hand and Ramirez jumps off the trunk. When you fall, the black nun's robe opens below you and thinks you're up with the wind.

These powerful, but not coarse legs stretch through the air, but people under the tree don't choose to look.

First of all, nobody dares to provoke the nun. Secondly, they don't care about * * * * things like that.

Ramias' legs flexed slightly as they landed, cushioning the impact of the fall. The nun lady belonging to the Black Sisters walked towards the tent stationed here at this time.

For a while now, come to this place. Naturally observing this monastery has been around for so long.

“Still no change in the magnetic field? ”

In recent days, almost every day, Ramias has asked the same questions about the people in the tent - the nuns who were assigned here after leaving Romania are clearly impatient.

Unlike in Romania, in the course of the mission, a number of personal problems were solved - although Ramias always felt something was wrong in the process - such as how she lost something without knowing how to carry a gun.

But in the end, it seemed that the mission of the Order had been accomplished, and Jonathan was getting what he deserved, so she felt fine.

But it's really boring here - just to find something in this monastery that would have planned the time of the operation, but had to temporarily set aside the time of the operation because of something that came naturally.

The machine responsible for monitoring the change of the monastery's holy light suddenly detected a powerful magnetic field of holy light appearing in the monastery - a magnetic field with a slightly greater energy factor than the configuration of the monastery's mission.

“An angel has come. ”

During her training, the nun was taught more than once, and when the value of the Holy Light magnetic field reaches this level, the likelihood of a celestial landing is very high.

The staff in the tent took off their headphones and turned their heads, helpless: "Still, as yesterday, there was no movement or movement. But more of it exists, and by calculating, I'm afraid the boundaries outside the innermost auditorium are more than twice as strong... Miss Lamierce, are we really not considering requesting backup from HQ? ”

“I don't mind you applying right now if you think HQ can pull more people out," said the nun. I'd even be happy for you to apply. ”

“I'm just... asking. ”

He knew that there had indeed been some strain on the manpower problems of the recent mending.

Recently, it was also heard that the team dedicated to excavating relics at Headquarters had been damaged in the Ulaanbaatar prairie and that some additional personnel had since been deployed, but that little had been heard recently, and it was unclear what had happened to the men and women.

Of course, as a grassroots person, these are just some of the things he and his peers talk about during a brief break… it would be more appropriate for the upper echelons to think about themselves.

“Wait, Miss Ramirez! The value of this magnetic field is starting to recede! ”

At a time when Ramias saw no gain and intended to leave, the staff suddenly said with surprise. Ramias turned around and stared at the numerical changes on the screen.

She always felt like a big gun hidden under her nun's dress and started to get thirsty.

……

“When anger is stopped, anger is abandoned. Don't be so grumpy as to be evil. ”

The only small window in a rudimentary stone chamber can bring light. Anatoly stood in front of this little light and prayed as usual.

He thinks it's his instinct - he's spent every day in prayer since he was conscious.

So even if the sanctity in his body had been banned, no prayer would resonate with the sanctity, and he had not abandoned his habit.

The iron door of the stone chamber was suddenly knocked, and an old monk, his godfather, Moji.

In front of Moji Station and the Iron Gate, a slight sigh was made, but Anatoli in the stone room was heard whispering: "Why is my father sighing? ”

Moji shook his head: "My child, forgive me, I have tried my best. However, you will never be able to get released from here. ”

Anatoly said quite calmly, "Father, you've done enough for me. Isn't it enough that Mr. Sullivan ended up simply banning my holy forces, not abolishing them, but holding me here instead of expelling me? He said," Be thankful. "Because you picked me up, you gave me 20 years of my life. ”

Moji frowned: “You're the one I grew up watching. No one wants me to know you better. How could you be heretic? Tell me, Anatoly, my child, do you really not remember what you encountered? ”

Anatoly shook her head.

Moji nodded helplessly: "The adult had gone back yesterday. We don't know when he will come again, so I'm afraid you'll have to stay here until his next visit. ”

Anatoli bluntly said, "There's enough water, there's enough food. A true monk in a monastery is a lot harder than I am. ”

Mogi wanted to say something, but at this moment, a loud noise suddenly rang outside, and at the same time there was a slight shake on the ground.

Both people in the conversation unconsciously frowned.

Moji quickly left the confinement zone and headed outside. Anatoly had difficulty keeping calm and a restless mood at the moment, making him stare out the window blindly.

Hearing only those loud sounds did not stop, but became more dense… it was the sound of an explosion.

By implication, Anatoli even heard a weak scream.

Soon afterwards, Moji rushed back and appeared in front of the stone chamber door, injuring his forehead and staining his half face with blood.

“Father!” Anatoli finally couldn't stay calm at the moment.

All I heard was Moji rushing, “We've been attacked… they want to rob the auditorium! Anatoli, get out of here. ”

“No, Father! How could I abandon you! Father, you! ”

Knock.

The moment the door opened, Moji had fallen to the ground. He still had the key to the door in his hand, but his chest was red.

“Forgive me, I cannot open Lord Sullivan's confinement to you.” Moji said weakly: "But even Holy Light cannot be effective against them… their bullets seem to have a curse and tear our shields apart with ease…"

“Father, don't talk to me! I'll stop the bleeding! ”

“No… no. You... you come to my ear, I have something to say to you...”

Anatoly had to bow her head.

But he saw what Moji had pulled out of his arms and stuck it in his palm.

“Please… be sure to keep the faith in your heart, wherever and whenever… but…" Moji's voice gets weaker and weaker, "but… if one day you get really lost… if you have doubts in your mind… go and find…"

“Father!!! ”

Moji closed his eyes before he could finish his speech.

Anatoly looked at the last thing the Godfather gave himself: a black card.

……

The light shield evolved by the golden holy light, easily punched through by bullets.

Ramias walked easily into the monastery's 13th Auditorium with a double gun in his hand. The nun looked at the last remaining dean of the monastery.

By his side, several bitter monks had fallen into the bloodbath.

“Without Holy Light, you're not even a retired veteran.” Ramias smiled softly.

“Cursed Weapon… The Black Order has developed this corrupt thing!” The dean of the monastery seemed very calm.

Life seemed to come to an end at any moment, and he was clearly not afraid.

Ramias turned the silver gun on his hand and smiled: "The puncture man's blood plus some other material, although I don't really like it myself, but the effect is obvious, isn't it? ”

“What is your purpose? ”

“Dean, what are you hiding under your feet? ”

“Sure...” the dean's face changed dramatically, "you want to stain it even? ”

“For the new world. ”

Ramias said a few words, and with a cursed bullet, he also shot out of the chamber of a silver pistol, easily punching the dean through his forehead.

After a moment of silence, convinced that the old man had no possibility of standing up again, Ramias took out the walkie-talkie: "Let the priests in and begin to erode the boundaries here and remove the sacred relics inside. Let's start cleaning up everyone else and let's get ready to move in… from now on, Peugeots is our product. ”

“Miss Ramirez, we caught a guy. He seemed trapped in a dungeon, probably running out of chaos. ”

“Do you have holy power?” Ramias asked softly.

“No signs of saint activity were detected. ”

“Well...” Ramias thought for a moment: "You will be imprisoned, either sinners or heretics. Since there is no holy power... grab it first, maybe it will work later. ”

“Got it! ”

Ramias put the walkie-talkie down and took a look at this auditorium number 13. Her fingers stretched out toward the body that fell here, and a cross was carved out in front of her.

Ramias smiled and turned around and put his gun in his pocket, "For the new world? Who would do that for such a boring reason? ”

……

The blood on the walls was washed, the bodies were taken to an incineration, and the doors of the monastery opened anew, as if nothing had happened.

Only Ramias got on a helicopter and left this wooded place.