Chapter 891: Chapter 138: What Other Surprises Are There Tonight
Wang Yunxiao lay in the massage store all night, not daring to close his eyes.
It wasn’t that he was worried about whether or not a call would co; it was mainly because these deaf-mute girls were rather troubleso.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he heard rustling sounds in the room.
The nuns were using sign language to communicate, and he didn’t know what they ant. Their fingers were practically sparking.
Every now and then, soone would quietly open the door.
When Wang Yunxiao turned his head, the door would instantly close.
After a while, the rustling sounds would co again from inside.
Can’t you guys just sleep quietly in the middle of the night? Or is it that you’re uneasy with a man here?
At eleven o’clock in the evening, the phone finally rang.
Wang Yunxiao sat up to grab the handset, and when he looked back, the door had secretly opened a crack.
“Hello?”
There was a pause on the other end of the phone, perhaps not expecting to hear a man’s voice.
“Sorry, wrong number.”
With a “click,” the other side hung up imdiately.
Two minutes later, the phone rang again.
This ti Wang Yunxiao didn’t rush to speak.
The other side waited for a while, then started relaying numbers: “1022, 4047, 8583, 2366…”
This was the nuric code used by the “Net Path Communicator.” Wang Yunxiao took out his notebook and glanced at it, finding the numbers incoherent.
At this mont, a young nun tiptoed over and handed Wang Yunxiao a slip of paper.
It had the previous ssage transcribed with a pencil.
“Codeword Dawn, activate Silent Speakers, proceed to the Sixth Path, await further instructions…”
What was supposed to co has finally co.
Tonight, soone wanted to mobilize this covert unit to achieve so kind of unspeakable secret.
It might even be an inside job by the Church, otherwise, how would they acquire internal codes and this phone number so easily?
“Ignore it, go back to sleep!”
Wang Yunxiao’s task tonight was to guard this telephone.
He wasn’t interested in whatever upheaval was happening within the Church, as he had no acquaintances among the other nuns. Unless Veronica called in person, he would dismiss all other calls.
The young nun crumpled the paper and swallowed it, then pulled out another slip that read: “Can I eat sausage?”
Wang Yunxiao: “…”
Wang Yunxiao: “???”
Am I overthinking things?
“What sausage?”
The young nun tugged at his sleeve, encouraging him to follow her inside.
No, I don’t want to go in!
The painful mory of being dragged into their dormitory for a forced massage was still fresh in Wang Yunxiao’s mind.
These nuns were skilled in martial arts, rushing together in a group of ten, fastening his joints until he couldn’t break free no matter how strong he was, and then pinning him to the bed for manhandling…
Their grip was so firm that Wang Yunxiao couldn’t help but wonder if these girls practiced on a T-Rex in their spare ti.
Following her into the room with so hesitation, he saw the nuns arranging sausages and bread.
Freshly stuffed sausages, ready to be cooked, dried, and smoked.
Originally intended for sale as New Year’s rchandise, but now it seed they were planning a midnight snack.
“Couldn’t sleep, wanted sothing to eat.”
The young nun quickly wrote.
Stress eating in the middle of the night? Aren’t you falling apart a bit too quickly?
To be fair, using the term ‘falling apart’ isn’t quite right.
The Qianjin Church wasn’t particularly conservative or strict about rules.
Quite the opposite, these nuns were more open-minded, maybe even a bit too progressive.
Veronica once invited him for a foot bath…
They just appeared to be conservative for others to see, as society couldn’t yet accept overly progressive ideas.
These Silent Speaker nuns weren’t deliberately made deaf, mute, or blind to build willpower and combat skills—in fact, it was the opposite. They were chosen because of their combat talents.
They shouldn’t be regarded as bizarre, twisted murder tools.
“Well, then go for it!”
Saying that they were hungry, it would have been awkward for Wang Yunxiao to scold them for sneaking a bite, especially since he had no idea how they lived their lives when he wasn’t around.
So, the nuns expertly brought out a grill and started roasting the sausages.
Soone even rummaged through a cabinet and pulled out suspicious bottles filled with a cloudy liquid.
Not that… You guys grilling sausages at midnight, I can accept, but drinking too?
“This is Kvas, non-alcoholic.”
The young nun handed over a bottle of dubious beverage and a new slip of paper.
Wang Yunxiao took it for a sip and indeed found it sweet, with a bread-like flavor.
Along with the Kvas and roasted sausages, they waited until around three in the morning when the phone rang again.
This ti, Wang Yunxiao finally heard Veronica’s voice on the phone.
“Everything okay over there?”
“Of course, everything’s fine on my end, but shouldn’t I be the one asking if you’re okay?”
“Not bad, everything’s running smoothly. The handover is complete.”
Veronica let out a long yawn: “If there’s nothing tomorrow, co by. I’ll give you a blessing, free of charge.”
“What kind of blessing? Have you beco an abbot or sothing?”
“Sothing like that, you can now address as Archbishop Veronica St. Anton Yevgenia Ivanova.”
“What Archbishop…”
Wang Yunxiao suddenly realized: “You’ve been promoted? What about the previous one…”
“Forr Archbishop Theresa was unfortunately attacked near Pavilion Bridge train station last night and passed away. After discussion, the Church unanimously decided that I should succeed as the Archbishop.”
(Teresa is a commonly used religious na for nuns in the Western Church, transliterated as Tereisa, Delisa, Delesasa.)
“Aren’t you just… flooring the accelerator straight to the top?”
Veronica’s promotion was within Wang Yunxiao’s expectations, but what surprised him was the sudden leap to beco Qianjin Church’s No.1.
Wasn’t she just… what was her position anyway?
Upon reflection, Wang Yunxiao realized he had never asked Veronica about her specific role within Qianjin Church.
He instinctively assud that a nun assigned to the Nantong District Special Service Departnt couldn’t hold too high a position, right?
So I’ve had a big shot by my side all this ti, and I never knew?
Thinking about it again, maybe it wasn’t that far-fetched. From the latter half of the year, Veronica had been back in the Church, continuously busy with internal matters, constantly exhausted every ti they talked on the phone.
At least this indicated that she was already part of the Church’s higher echelons at that ti; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been qualified to participate in top-level decision-making.
Moreover, last night at King Mu’s Mansion, the attitude of Old Master Wang was telling. In hindsight, his words were asking whether Veronica needed support using the Mu Family’s political resources to back her rise, which Veronica declined politely.
The Church was prepared for this.
Or to be more precise, the Church was prepared for both Archbishop Theresa’s death and the selection of a new Archbishop, managing to complete the internal power transition smoothly in less than eight hours.
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