Louis and Alice accompanied Grace back to the church.
After moving some supplies back, it began to drizzle in Tino City.
Grace was slightly sweaty, her cheeks flushed, and her hair clung to her face from the rain.
She carefully organized and classified the supplies, putting them away. Under the magic lamp, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, her almond-shaped eyes focused and concentrated.
After putting the last of the materials in place, she picked up a thin hemp rope to tie the box securely.
She was wearing only the plainest priest attire today, with no embellishments, simply for the convenience of doing good deeds.
Yet just like this, it was enough to awe many of the nuns present.
Louis looked at Grace and said:
"I'll be out of Tino City for a while, if there's any problem remember to find Alice, don't worry about bothering her."
Alice shrugged:
"Remember to leave me a royal talisman, so I can call someone if I can't handle it."
Louis nodded.
