While staying at the monastery, it was inconvenient for Olivia to contact the Rose Legion. She could only negotiate by leaving information at specific locations during her occasional outings.
She had already confirmed that Mirabelle was the person the Rose Legion was looking for. Naturally, she had to pass this news to them, or there would be trouble.
Before she possessed sufficient power, she didn't want too many complications in her life.
Of course, she wasn't worried about Mirabelle getting into trouble either. The high-rank transcendent hidden within the girl was enough to make anyone who pried pay a heavy price.
As for the Rose Legion—after learning about the organization's various activities from the original owner's memories, Olivia only wanted to break away from this heretical organization. She didn't care whether it lived or died.
The method of passing information was actually quite simple. She had already written Mirabelle's name on a slip of paper. All she had to do next was choose one of several specific locations to drop it off.
Under the fourth flowerpot from the left at the flower shop at No. 72 Duran Street was one such location.
Inside the bookstore at No. 124 Karen Street, tucked into a book titled 'Politics and Society' on the bottom shelf of the fifth row, was another.
At the bottom of the trash can next to the seventh public bench from the left outside Morning Dew Park on Aus Street was yet another.
There were several other similar spots distributed in the area radiating outward from the monastery.
Arranging so many specific locations was precisely to make it convenient for Olivia to pass messages.
As long as Olivia placed the note in any of these areas, it would eventually find its way into the hands of the Rose Legion.
'The Rose Legion is truly ubiquitous.'
After learning how to communicate with them from the original owner's memories, Olivia couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
If the Rose Legion was like this, how much worse could the other heretical organizations be?
Thinking of this, even the incredibly prosperous imperial capital of Kaliron didn't seem so safe in Olivia's eyes. Especially when she recalled Brittany Mason's warning from last night, it felt as if danger lurked everywhere.
In any case, Olivia had already crossed Duran Street and Karen Street and was now walking down Aus Street. If she didn't place the note in the designated spot now, she probably wouldn't have another chance before arriving at the orphanage.
Looking at Bethany, who was chattering away beside her, Olivia's eyes darted around as an idea formed. She whispered, "Bethany, don't you think everyone else is being a bit too silent besides us?"
She gestured toward Mirabelle, Lena, and Evel, who were walking ahead.
Bethany looked over and also whispered back, "They're probably just not familiar with each other, right? Unlike us, they didn't live next door to each other. They haven't really interacted in their daily lives, so they don't know much about one another. They probably just don't know what to say."
Olivia said softly, "We're going to be working together. It's not good for everyone to seem so distant. I think you're the only one who can break this ice."
Bethany pointed at herself. "Me?"
Olivia nodded. "Yes, you. If you take the initiative to talk to them, I'm sure the atmosphere will become much more harmonious. Bethany, you're always so lively. No one would refuse your company."
Was that a compliment?
Bethany couldn't help but feel a bit happy upon hearing this. She immediately declared that she would handle everything.
She finally stopped staring at Olivia and jogged a few steps forward to strike up a conversation with the other three.
This allowed Olivia to breathe a sigh of relief.
Then, she chanted in her mind.
'Magic mirror, magic mirror, if I leave a note here, will Arilla, who is with Mirabelle, notice?'
'No. Arilla is in a deep sleep most of the time to reduce the loss of power, unless Mirabelle encounters danger.'
Olivia felt relieved upon hearing this.
She had already reached the exterior of Morning Dew Park. The park was lush with greenery and filled with numerous recreational facilities. Flowers and plants decorated the scene with vibrant life. Even though it wasn't a holiday, many people were moving through it, bringing laughter and joy.
Outside the park, public benches were placed at intervals for passersby to rest. At this early hour, the benches were still empty.
Olivia didn't even need to deviate from her original path. As she passed by the target trash can, she crouched down, pretending to pick up some litter that had missed the bin and was scattered nearby.
While putting the trash back into the bin, she slipped the note into the bottom of the trash can.
After completing this in about ten seconds, she quickened her pace to catch up with the others.
...
A short while later, the group arrived at Bates Orphanage.
This orphanage was located at the corner of a street, surrounded by quiet residential houses. During the day, everyone was out at work, making the entire environment very peaceful.
The orphanage had only one main gate, surrounded by walls made of greenish-gray brick. Inside was a courtyard and several buildings.
"Welcome. I was so happy when I heard you were coming yesterday. It is an honor for these children to learn through the church."
The speaker was an elderly woman standing at the entrance of the orphanage with a kind smile on her face.
She wore simple, dark brown clothes that reached past her knees. The collar and cuffs had matching fine-cloth piping, and a ring of keys hung from the hemp rope tied around her waist.
She was the director of Bates Orphanage, Georgina Bates!
Olivia and the others immediately went up to greet her politely. While they were talking, some children from the orphanage ran into the courtyard, tilting their heads and looking at the group with curious eyes.
Seeing these small children, Bethany's eyes lit up instantly. After a few words, she walked toward them.
"Bethany really likes children. I think they will be taken care of meticulously," Olivia said with a smile.
Georgina replied with a smile, "I believe that under your guidance, the children will be very happy as well. Please, come in."
She led the novice nuns into the orphanage and then called all the children over. There were sixty-five in total, with the oldest being eleven and the youngest being four.
Actually, there were a few infants in the orphanage, but they were too young for lessons.
In the Holy Kelidos Empire, adulthood was defined at fifteen, while twelve was the legal age to start working. Therefore, once the children in the orphanage reached twelve, they had to leave and live on their own.
After scanning the many children, Olivia asked Evel, "How should we arrange things? As you know, we haven't done social service before and lack experience in this area, while you are the only one among us with experience."
Hearing Olivia say this, Evel suddenly became nervous.
She recalled the process from the last time she followed a formal nun for social service, and the steps gradually became clear in her mind.
"First, we need to understand the children's learning progress. Some of the older children have had many lessons and mastered certain knowledge. Some of the younger ones are still ignorant. Different children require different teaching methods, so we need to divide the work..."
Because she had the experience of her predecessors to follow, Evel only needed to imitate them, and she quickly finished the division of labor.
The five novice nuns were each responsible for children of different age groups.
Olivia was assigned to teach the ten and eleven-year-olds, and there were five such children in total.
Compared to the others, she had fewer children to deal with, which made things a bit easier, and older children were also easier to teach.
Olivia led the five children into a building and arrived at a quiet room assigned to her.
The room wasn't very tidy, but it was spacious and had tables and chairs.
"Please, sit down."
She had the five children sit while she took out a thick book—'The Goddess's Revelations'.
She looked at the children and began to ask if they knew 'The Goddess's Revelations', and if so, how many chapters they were familiar with.
'The Goddess's Revelations' recorded the various grand miracles of the Radiant Goddess. Different miracles corresponded to different chapters and stories. It was often used by the church as a primer to teach children how to read.
Of course, it was also a way to proselytize.
Other equally famous books included the 'Secret Manual of the God-Chosen', 'Holy Words of Redemption', and so on.
She soon had her answers.
After understanding the children's knowledge base, Olivia opened the book and began to teach.
Since they were older children who already knew basic vocabulary, she had to teach more in-depth content.
A morning passed in the blink of an eye.
Near noon, Olivia walked over to the oldest child.
This was a girl, currently eleven years old, named Rose.
Orphans had no surnames; their names were chosen randomly. Only if someone adopted them would they possibly gain a surname.
Rose looked somewhat thin and small. With her delicate and youthful appearance, if the orphanage hadn't said she was eleven, one might have thought she was under ten.
Olivia reached out and lightly stroked Rose's light brown hair, asking with a smile, "Rose, do you have something on your mind? I noticed you were often distracted during the lesson. If there's something you want to say, feel free to tell me."
Rose tilted her small, innocent face, her gaze appearing a bit strange. "Can I really tell you?"
Her voice wasn't loud, but it was clear, though her tone sounded odd.
Olivia made her smile appear even more approachable. "No matter what it is, you can tell your big sister."
"Even if it's something very dangerous?"
"Dangerous? Don't worry, we are from the Radiant Light Church. What danger is there that the Radiant Light Church cannot solve?"
As Olivia spoke, she traced a pentagram across her chest, looking as if she were protected by the Radiant Goddess and had nothing to fear.
Rose's voice carried a hint of low gravity. "Then, Sister, do you know? Not counting the infants, there are actually sixty-six of us orphans. But today, one person is missing. Why does everyone think it's normal for one person to be missing? We were all playing together just yesterday."
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