From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1442: 658 Confusing Heart_4 Chapter 1442: 658 Confusing Heart_4 “Good child, rise,” the Holy Master’s voice held a hint of gratified smile, as if seeing his own child succeed.

Aubree Groove and Mandy stood up, but their heads remained bowed, afraid to look around carelessly.

Aubree felt a gaze on her, knowing it was the Holy Master observing her.

After a long while, Isabella spoke again: “What’s your name?”

Mandy immediately responded: “I am your servant, Mandy.”

A long silence followed, the oppressive feeling from above made Mandy’s forehead sweat profusely, he knelt on the ground with a “thud”, his forehead touching the floor: “I deserve to die, please punish me, Holy Master.”

The Holy Master was asking Julius Sutton, not him.

Such silence almost made one suffocate.

Mandy trembled all over, finally he heard the Holy Master speak: “Stand up, it’s my fault for not being clear, not yours.”

Mandy didn’t expect the Holy Master to be so understanding, but he dared not take it lightly and carefully stood up.

Aubree, in respectful tone, began: “In response to the Holy Master, your servant, Julius Sutton.”

“This name is not good.

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From now on, you’ll be called Bartholomew.”

Aubree suddenly looked up, as the beads on the curtain moved, a beautiful figure apappeared.

After a long silence, Aubree bowed her head, “Thank you Holy Master for bestowing this name.”

The Holy Master seemed to have completely forgotten about Mandy and didn’t bestow him with a name.

As the two left the temple, Mandy sneered and glanced at the boy next to him – “What kind of luck has fallen upon you?”

Receiving a name from the Holy Master, is a great honor.

Aubree frowned slightly, “You could use the energy used to mock me, to think about how to win over the Holy Master.”

At this moment, a man dressed in silver armour came over, “Follow me.”

Aubree and Mandy followed him, entering a side hall in the north.

As the two entered, the large door behind them closed.

The man stood with his back towards them.

“I am Divine Art, your leader.”

Both of them immediately knelt on one knee: “We are at your command, leader Divine Art.”

“Other than the Holy Master, you don’t need to kneel to anyone, including me.

From now on, your duty is to guard the Holy Temple and the Holy Master.”

Next, Divine Art told them about the things to note in the Holy Temple: They only had access to the front of the temple where the living quarters of the Holy Master were located; they were forbidden to venture into the south side of the Holy Temple.

Apart from the Holy Master, no one else was allowed to set foot there.

The two received their uniforms, a suit of silver armor, with their weapon being a long spear, a short knife, and a pistol with the latest technology.

They had to use these three weapons flexibly, but generally speaking, it was unlikely that anyone would dare to mess around at the Holy Temple.

The shift work was eight hours a day and they worked in pairs.

The work involved patrolling and standing guard.

From four in the afternoon to ten in the evening was training time.

New recruits had a seven-day training period.

After seven days, those who pass the training will be awarded the silver badge by the four leaders and become a true Silver Armor Guard.

Speaking of these four leaders, Divine Art was one of them, and the other three could only be seen at the badge granting ceremony the next day.

This Holy Master must definitely be well-versed in the culture of Jimenez, for the names of her four leaders were taken from the four divine beasts in mythology: the Green Dragon, the White Tiger, Divine Art, and the Vermilion Bird.

That night, Aubree sat under the lamp, slowly grinding the short knife.

Mandy walked in from outside, and when he saw her, he curved his lips into a smile: “Bartholomew, I don’t know what the Holy Master was thinking, giving you such a feminine name.”

With a “swish”, the short knife cut through the air, heading straight for Mandy’s face.

Mandy dodged hastily, and the short knife embedded deeply into the wall, causing cracks to appear around it.

Mandy was furious: “You dare to attack me?”

The first rule for Silver Armor guards is a prohibition against private fights.

Violation of the rules would face severe punishment.

The young man calmly replied: “Privately criticizing the Holy Master.

If I report it to Divine Art, what punishment do you think you’ll face?”

Mandy sneered and picked up his clothes to go take a bath.

Aubree got up and walked over, pulling the short knife out of the wall and sliding it back into the sheath at her waist.

Remembering the fleeting glimpse of the beautiful figure, Aubree unconsciously murmured, “Bartholomew….”

Bartholomew is an alternate translation for Percival.

Aubree never thought her disguise was seamless, after all, there will always be someone better out there.

But ever since she stepped into this country, she felt like she had stepped into a trap.

A trap that was meticulously prepared for her.

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Early the next morning, Aubree met the other three leaders.

She lingered for a second longer on one man’s face, keeping her head low without revealing any emotions.