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"Volpe?" Clearly, this was the first time Laura had heard such a strange name, but upon seeing the pair of ears on her head, she was relieved.

"By the way, Miss Urpe, are you a soldier?" Laura pointed to the sword she always carried, which was placed on a box in the room. As for the "Snow Fox" that had fought earlier, it had long since sunk into the turbulent Ticino River.

"A soldier?" Gisela was taken aback at first, then tilted her head and asked in a feigned ignorance.

"Because the people in our village also found a woman by the river who, like you, had fallen in..."

"Like me?" Gisela tilted her head, looking confused, but after a moment, her previously serious expression was replaced by joy. After all, the woman in front of her was her companion; perhaps she could help her return to the military camp.

“Yes, my uncle found her on the shallows by the river, but her uniform is a different color from yours,” Raura said, glancing at the clean white uniform hanging on the clothes rack in the room. Clearly, she didn't recognize the uniforms of Sardinia or Austria, so she assumed that the different styles simply reflected different ranks within the military.

"Can you take me to see her?" Gisela smoothed her spiky hair as she approached Laura, stopping just short of her cheek. With her clear, sapphire-like eyes, she looked at the flaxen-haired girl with freckles on her face.

"Miss Ulpei, you're too close." Looking at the pretty face so close to hers, Laura didn't know why, but her heart started racing inexplicably.

Good heavens! You must know that the fox-eared girl before you is also a girl!

Of course, Gisela was unaware of the inner turmoil and cries of the girl with the flaxen braids in front of her. She continued to maintain this posture. Perhaps due to her confused memories, the shyness she felt when getting too close to girls under the dominance of male consciousness was completely gone. Instead, she exuded a playful and composed air.

“Of course… you can.” Laura turned her head to the side, biting her lip lightly, the blush on her face revealing her embarrassment.

“Let’s go then.” Gisela stood up and put on the sandals her host had prepared for her, which were placed beside her bed. Turning around, she found Laura sitting motionless on her bed, looking on in surprise.

"Is there something strange on my face?" Gisela had no idea why the girl in front of her was looking at her like that.

"Miss Ulpei, are you really going out like this?"

"Is that not allowed?" Gisela seemed a little confused.

Laura was both amused and exasperated as she looked at the girl before her. Gisela was not wearing any clothes at the moment, as her body was wrapped in bandages. Although she wasn't exactly revealing, this "avant-garde" way of dressing, which fully displayed the charm of the female body, was enough to make the single men in the village's blood boil. Moreover, the person dressed like this was a rare beauty. Of course, none of the people in the village were that kind of filthy, but it wouldn't hurt to notice.

"Girls should wear their skirts properly and dress up nicely, because this is an essential part of their training." After saying this, Laura picked up Gisela, who was half a head shorter than her. Unlike the weaker noble girls, Laura, as a peasant girl, could help her parents with farm work. With such physical strength, it was not difficult for her to pick up Gisela, who was not too heavy.

Although the fox reluctantly wiggled its body, trying to break free, the power from the laborer was sometimes just that strong.

The lady is changing clothes —

Good afternoon, Little Laura!

"Good afternoon, Uncle Seth." A middle-aged man who was resting by the edge of a field greeted Laura as she walked toward him. He then turned his gaze to the girl behind her.

"Miss, it's so good that you're alright. The nuns at the church said you were seriously injured and chilled, and you would need to lie in bed for at least half a month before you could be out of danger. Thank God it's only been seven days. It's truly a miracle." The middle-aged man named Seth spoke devoutly to himself. As an ordinary person who was a devout Catholic, religion and family were his whole life.

“Then let’s go.” Raula nodded, preparing to say goodbye to Seth.

"By the way, Laura, give this bottle of our homemade wine to that young lady. Your aunt said that she had a tough time fighting on the front lines, so let her relax a bit." Obviously, this bottle of wine wasn't for Gisela, since Gisela looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, and no one would offer wine to a young girl willingly.

"Okay, Uncle." It was an ordinary bottle of wine, but the sentiment behind it was clearly more important than the value of the wine itself.

"Oh, by the way, little Laura, remember to go to church and thank the Lord." Seth knew the kind-hearted little Laura; she used to go to the village church every day to pray for that complete stranger.

"Okay, I understand, Uncle. We're off now."

"Let's go! Say hello to that lady for me too." Seth waved his hand, watched Laura and Gisela walk away, then collapsed onto the haystack, covered his face with his straw hat, and whistled as he prepared to take a nap.

The two walked along the winding path toward the high hill. Unlike Gisela, who lived in Laura's house, the person they were going to visit had been under the care of the church due to severe external injuries and had been living in a monastery on the mountain.

Gisela curiously observed the scene, which was completely unfamiliar to her at this moment. After all, she had never seen anything like it in the Viennese court.

PS1: Ra! Tomorrow is New Year's Eve!

Chapter 218 Irises Withering in the Alps: Capter 79 Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road (Seeking Votes)

“There is a priest and six nuns in the monastery on the mountain, but the priest does not live here often because he is the only priest in the three villages in our area. Therefore, the daily affairs of the monastery are managed by the eldest nun. The nun is not only devout, but also has excellent medical skills. She is the one who treated your illness.” As Laura explained the situation of the monastery to Gisela, she handed her a cross.

"Whether you are devout or not, please be grateful for the help it has given you this time." With the promotion of the Reformation, Catholicism has long lived up to its former glory. The decline of the Roman Catholic Church has also made European religions more free. Whether one is religious or not is no longer a standard for distinguishing people, so even ordinary people like Laura have become much more tolerant.

Of course, Gisela is unaware that her Habsburg family is practically the patron saint of Catholicism (500 gold coins). If she still had her memories, it would be an utterly comical scene. An ordinary believer, leaning on the Pope's thigh, asks, "Sir, are you a believer?"

"Okay~~!" Gisela said in a drawn-out tone as she took the cross from Laura and held it in her hand. The two of them then entered the monastery.

This monastery, located on a mountaintop, may not be wealthy, but it is certainly not shabby. After all, since the Middle Ages, churches have been the most concentrated places of wealth. To judge whether a region is rich or not, in addition to its population, one should look at the size and scale of its local churches. Paying for faith has been the same from ancient times to the present.

"Laura's here." As the two entered the monastery, the first person to greet them was a mature young nun. This woman was not only elegant in demeanor but also possessed a stunning figure; even her conservative nun's habit couldn't conceal her graceful curves. Of course, most importantly, her gleaming breasts immediately captivated Gisela's gaze. After all, breasts were one of Gisela's few hobbies, which only proved that the church's food was truly excellent…

As Gisela was looking at herself, the nun was also observing Gisela. However, perhaps because she knew Gisela somewhat, she still greeted Gisela with a standard courtly gesture.

It's worth mentioning that Laura's previous movements were modeled after this nun.

“Sister Aponia! I’ve brought Miss Urpe to find her companion.” Laura buried her face in Aponia’s chest, wrapping her arms around her shoulders. This nun, who had come here a few years ago, was said to have been a noblewoman’s daughter, though she rarely spoke of her past. Laura liked her because Aponia often shared interesting tidbits with her, though she was more interested in the secrets of the nobility, the so-called gossip.

“Ulpe? Companion?” Aponia glanced at Gisela and Laura with a smile, then revealed a look of sudden understanding.

"Miss, do you know 'Snow Fox'?" Aponia casually asked, then turned around and led the way for the two.

"Snow Fox?" Laura turned around and looked at Gisela behind her with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"I don't know." Gisela shook her head, feigning ignorance. Since she was in a bad state, there was no need to say too much to the other party. However, judging from the pair of fox ears on her head, if the village had any means of contacting the outside world, they would probably guess her identity.

"Sister Aponia, what is that snow fox? Is it an animal?" Seeing that Gisela didn't understand, Laura turned around and asked Aponia.

"It's nothing, just a little animal I saw in a book." Aponia squinted her eyes, rested her chin on her hand, and secretly watched Gisela out of the corner of her eye for a moment before continuing to walk forward.

The three of them walked through the hall and arrived at the area where the monks lived. After turning two corners, they finally reached their room.

"That's your companion's room up ahead. Go in by yourself. Laura and I won't follow you in and disturb you, right, Laura?" Aponia said with a smile, then pulled Laura away from the area, leaving Gisela alone.

Gisela nodded to indicate that she understood, and after watching the two leave, she went to the door alone and gently knocked on the wooden door.

"Please come in." A gentle yet firm female voice came from inside the room.

Gisela pushed open the door and saw a girl with brown braids who was changing clothes and had bandages wrapped around her body.

"It's you!!!" The brown-haired girl seemed a little surprised, then she decisively grabbed a stool from beside her and swung it at Gisela.

Gisela instinctively dodged the swinging chair, watching it whistle through the air in the brown-haired girl's hand before slamming into the wall and shattering into pieces. Gisela gasped in horror.

"Giselle Louise Marie, you're insane!" The brown-haired woman gritted her teeth and charged at Giselle at full speed, the force of her charge knocking Giselle to the ground. She then expertly grabbed Giselle by the neck, her eyes filled with rage.

Gisela shifted her body, looking somewhat bewildered at the woman pinning her down. A suffocating feeling washed over her, filling her with a strange fear and unease. She had been so looking forward to meeting this so-called "companion," but unexpectedly, she'd run into Garibaldi!

"Where's that look in your eyes that night, like you were looking at an insect? Where's your mockery and ferocity? Where's your bloodlust and madness?!" the brown-haired woman roared hysterically, then slammed her bandaged right hand heavily on the ground.

“Speak up! Your damn face!” the brown-haired girl continued to roar.

Wait a minute, my current persona is amnesia, so how should I react if I encounter a stranger who wants to kill me? Should I cry?

With all this in mind, Gisela decided to begin her performance.

To Garibaldi, it seemed the other person was feeling wronged; her large, clear, blue eyes glistened with tears, which soon slid down her cheeks. Yes, she was "frightened to tears." (II《;)II鸸e3;球兒

"Hey! Why are you crying!" Garibaldi looked at the aggrieved girl in front of her with a surprised expression. She wasn't usually a bully, but she had witnessed how terrifying this girl was before. However, her current behavior was... too much of a shock to her, leaving her at a loss for how to react.

"Ouch!" Gisela shrank her little head, her ears drooping. At this moment, she looked like a small animal, very endearing, which made Garibaldi feel a little dazed.

"Where does it hurt?" Garibaldi told herself that this was all the girl's trick, while turning her head to ask the girl about her condition with some reluctance. Of course, she had already let go of Gisela's hand, but the way she was pressing down on Gisela remained unchanged.

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Chapter 219 Irises Withering in the Alps: Capter 80 Sister Aponia (Happy New Year's Eve!)

"My hand hurts," Gisela replied to Garibaldi in a trembling, slightly choked voice.

Garibaldi looked down and noticed that Gisela's hands, which he was holding down with his left hand, were still wrapped in bandages. At that moment, some red blood was seeping out from her bandages, staining the white bandages red.

Of course, even the blood was deliberately drawn by Gisela through a deliberate adjustment of her magical energy to slow down the healing process of the wound, all to serve her acting skills.

"What a nuisance!" Garibaldi rubbed his brown hair, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then released his hand.

After her hands were freed, Gisela quickly brought them in front of her to check her injuries.

"Giselle Louise Marie, how long are you going to keep up this act?" Although Garibaldi didn't threaten Giselle anymore, her fierce eyes silently told Giselle that she still harbored hostility towards her.

"Why do you keep using the name Tiggicera Louise Marie? Is she someone important to you?" Seeing the face that resembled that of the murderer from that day, yet uttering such words, Garibaldi really wanted to punch her in the face. However, her innocent expression showed no sign of pretense, making it impossible for her to bring herself to do it.

“No! That’s just a damned woman.” Garibaldi covered her cheek with her right hand and sighed helplessly. After all, Garibaldi was an upright person, and she would never take advantage of someone in distress; it was against her principles.

"So, I'd like to ask you what your name is?" Garibaldi brought her cheek close to Gisela's, and Gisela could clearly feel the brown-haired woman's breath brushing against her cheek.

"They all call me Ulpei." It is said that when a person is lying, their eyes will naturally dart to the upper right. While this may not be entirely accurate, one thing is certain: people who have not received professional training will reveal subtle flaws in their facial expressions when lying.

After staring at Gisela for a moment, Garibaldi realized that she didn't seem to be lying, since Gisela had guessed what he wanted to do.

“It seems you’ve lost some of your memory because of what happened a few days ago.” Garibaldi stood up, helping Gisela to her feet, his tone softening considerably. Although he still didn’t completely trust her story, he had at least lessened his hostility towards her. After all, given Gisela’s strength that night, there was no need for her to put on such a show. If she were truly so weak that she needed to act to protect herself, there would be no need for her to come here to see him, unnecessarily increasing his own risk.

As the saying goes, people are always eager to believe what they want to believe.

"Thank you!" Gisela nodded.

"Sit down first!" Garibaldi pointed to a bench on the side, not the broken bench on the ground, of course, Gisela was still a little shaken by what had happened to the bench.

"How much do you remember?" Garibaldi took an iron box from the head of his bed, then picked up a stool and sat down directly opposite Gisela.

Gisela shook her head helplessly. There was no need for her to say that she remembered some parts and make Garibaldi suspicious.

"Really? Don't you remember? Raise your hand." At this moment, Garibaldi was caught in a dilemma. Logically speaking, she had a reason to fight Gisela and an obligation to kill her for the sake of the dead Italian patriots. But perhaps it would be a good idea to take her back as a bargaining chip in negotiations with the Austrians after she recovered from her injuries.

“Your wound is bleeding. I’ll disinfect it and re-bandage it.” Garibaldi looked at the well-behaved girl sitting in front of him and for a moment seemed to see his long-deceased sister.

The blood-stained bandages were untied, rinsed with distilled water, and then disinfected with alcohol. Every step had to be done meticulously, as tetanus caused by wound infection in this era could be fatal. Even the powerful magic users, blessed by the heavens, dared not be careless in treating their wounds.

"Sister, what's your name... Ouch..." Gisela gasped for breath as the alcohol stung her wound.

“Me? Giuseppe Garibaldi,” Garibaldi replied softly.

Meanwhile, on the other side—

“Laura, I’ll take care of this. You go and see if you can help the two young ladies.” Sister Aponia said with a smile, taking the broom from Laura and gently patting her shoulder.

"Okay, Aponia, I'll go right away. I'll leave the rest to you." Laura stuck out her tongue, said goodbye to Aponia, and went back down the stairs to the first floor.

After watching Laura walk away, Aponi turned around and walked towards the room at the end of the corridor, finally stopping in front of the room number XIII.

She gently raised her right hand, and with the infusion of magical energy, the stone door in front of her slowly opened, and she soon entered it.

Aponia's high heels, hidden beneath her oversized nun's habit, tapped lightly on the marble staircase, producing a crisp sound. She reached above her head and removed the headscarf from her habit, revealing long, silver-grey hair in the dimly lit tunnel illuminated by torches. Her light-colored eyes now flickered with a coldness unlike her previous gentle, refined demeanor.

Aponia passed through the tunnel and stopped in front of a spacious hall. She knelt on one knee, lowered her head, closed her eyes, and spoke to the man in the distance, who was shrouded in a cloak.

“Your Grace, everything is as you predicted. Garibaldi has met with Princess Gisela, but…” Aponia’s words were completely flat, making it impossible to discern her true thoughts.

"Just nothing."

"It's just that the princess may have some memory problems."

"Really? That's not exactly good news."

"Your Grace, do you require my protection for Princess Gisela, who has lost her memory?"

"It's alright. Garibaldi would never commit such an unjust killing, just as she did in Rome 22 years ago. She will protect our lovely princess."

"So what do the Vatican and His Majesty mean?" Aponia looked up at the tall figure in the distance, hidden beneath a black cloak.

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Chapter 220 Irises Withering in the Alps: Capter81 How about you come to Genoa with me? (Seeking votes)

"Your Majesty's intention is for us, the Thirteen Courts, to sit back and watch the tigers fight. Your Majesty believes that Jesus and that black-robed Pope will definitely continue to look for opportunities to kill Princess Gisela. After all, they are nothing more than a group of power-hungry, pure-blood madmen. Since they want to control both theocracy and secular society, and treat our Your Majesty as an innocent little girl, a puppet to be used for their purposes, then the Lord will eventually make them pay the price for their arrogance." The cloaked man waved his hand and continued to murmur.

"Napoleon III wanted Italian hegemony, the Kingdom of Sardinia wanted unification, the Jesuit madmen wanted an earthly kingdom, and our His Majesty only wanted a little freedom, and only one person could give His Majesty this freedom, that is Princess Gisela, no! She should be called the future Augusta (the feminine of Augustus)."

After all, in the eyes of the Church today, France has always been a country that cannot be trusted. The Kingdom of Sardinia’s desire to unify Italy would naturally challenge the Pope’s rule. Making Gisela, who did not conform to the values ​​of the Jesuits, the emperor of the Austrian Empire was the best response to these fanatics.

She will become a patron of the Vatican in the future, and her hatred for the Jesuits will become the basis for the Papacy to regain its position. Therefore, from the perspective of the Church, Gisela is a good tool, and from the perspective of the Thirteen Chambers, they will naturally follow the decisions of the Papacy and the Pope.

Aponia looked at the somewhat deranged person in front of her, still maintaining that ever-present, captivating smile.

"Aponia will continue to monitor the two of them, keeping them in this village until the Austrians come looking for them." The Thirteenth Court couldn't tell Emperor Joseph in person, after all, the Jesuit intelligence network was far superior to theirs, and they didn't need to risk being exposed. As for the Jesuits finding their way here, they could just eliminate them... after all, the dead never reveal their secrets.

“Yes, Your Excellency, for His Majesty, for my Lord.” Aponia looked at the huge cross of Jesus behind the cloaked figure, placed her hands on her chest, and prayed devoutly.

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“Miss Garibaldi, do you know about my past?” Gisela tilted her head and stared with wide, curious eyes. She sat obediently in the chair, observing the brown-haired woman who was re-bandaging her wounds. Acting skills can be improved with practice, and in Garibaldi’s opinion, Gisela seemed to have completely lost her memory.

"Your past?" Garibaldi stopped what he was doing, took a deep breath, and tried to look at the girl with less disgust. Who knew how many of his men and French allies she had killed in that explosion? The thought made Garibaldi's expression even more complicated.

"You are my servant, someone I can beat and abuse at will." Perhaps because he was in a bad mood, Garibaldi deliberately said some things to bully Gisela, venting his emotions in the process.

"Really? So that's how it is. No wonder my sister hit me earlier. So that's the kind of person I am." Gisela lowered her head, a hint of disappointment in her blue eyes. Her fox ears drooped, and combined with her stunningly beautiful appearance, she easily evoked a feeling of pity. This made Garibaldi feel a pang of conscience.

"Don't believe me! I was just kidding!" Garibaldi scratched his face and turned his head to the side, a little embarrassed.

"You are my friend, my best friend." It was obvious that this Italian revolutionary leader was lying again. Judging from her vacant look as she naturally glanced to the right, it was clear that she wanted to gain the child's trust.

"Friends?" Gisela's eyes sparkled with joy, and a happy smile spread across her little face.

“Of course.” To match his words, Garibaldi gave his opponent a close hug after finishing bandaging her up.