Chapter 321: For the New World

In the sea of trees beneath the cliff of the Pechersk Lavra, somebody was hiding within the swaying trees and peering out.

"Pechersk Lavra is really quiet."

Putting down the telescope, Lamias jumped off the trunk, with her black nun robe billowing in the wind.

This pair of powerful but not thick legs stretched in the air but nobody under the tree chose to notice her.

Because no one dared to provoke the nuns.

Lamias bent her legs to reduce the impact of fall. The nun, who belonged to the Black Religious Congregation, was now walking toward the tent stationed here.

She had come here for several days and had been observing the monastery all along.

"Is the magnetic field still the same as usual?"

In recent days, Lamias asked the people in the tent the same question---She became more and more impatient after leaving Romania.