Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 270 Lantern Festival and Notes

"We, the common people, are happy today..."

Inside the Dry Well Inn, six archons were praying on the first floor with their eyes closed and scriptures in their hands. Following the sound, they saw their saint, Saint Balaam, humming a tune as he came downstairs.

This person was walking with breath in his mouth and he couldn't hold back the smile on his face, as if he had eaten three pounds of honey. Why was he so happy?

"Go pour...Mr. Bean a cup of hot tea."

Bill exchanged glances with several of his companions and said, "I will negotiate with Saint Baran first. If you have anything to add, please speak up."

"Good day, Mr. Bean. How was your rest last night?"

"Very good. This is the best sleep I've had in the past few months. Oh, I wish I could sleep like this all the time in the future."

Liu Yonglu waved his hand and asked the five people to sit down quickly. He looked them up and down and found that it was just as Mi Li'er said, their clothes had changed and the way they looked at him was strange.

"Excuse me, but when are you going to leave the Kujing Inn, Mr. Dou? Of course, I'm just asking casually."

The chairs in the hotel restaurant had backrests, but the five of them did not lean on them; they all sat upright.

"I haven't thought about it yet... I wanted to chat with you guys again. Let's have a meal together. I'll leave if I don't have anything else to do at noon. We'll contact each other later about Nicholas' matter."

What Liu Yonglu said was ambiguous. After all, he didn't know what Wordsworth left on the note.

Hearing that Saint Baran had chosen to stay and have dinner with them, the judges at the table were all very happy and nodded to each other. Liu Yonglu blew on the hot tea and took a sip:
"I'll make some breakfast first. Have you guys eaten yet? I'll make some for you as well."

"No, no, Mr. Bean, we've already eaten."

Jacob waved his hands fearfully, then patted his companion: "You, go get Mr. Bean some food."

Why was Jacob acting like he did when he met the head of the group, with his shoulders hunched and his neck shrunk? Where did his previous madness go? Especially the way he looked at him, he was thinking of the little genius brother and sister who stayed in New Newland.

What's wrong with the people of the Saint's Sect?
"Mr. Bean, didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to give us a box of inventions?"

"Well, if you say no, then no, no, I've also thought it through. We can't force people to do anything. We have to make it a matter of mutual consent, Mr. Bill, don't you agree?

Tsk, this tea is well brewed, quite strong."

Liu Yonglu leaned back in his chair and drank tea. He had everything planned out when he came. He would first shut them up with words and also test their attitude to see how they would react. If Bill spoke harshly, he would have an excuse. If he spoke softly, he would have another way.

Bill seemed to be hesitant to speak, and finally looked to Jacob for help:

"Mr. Dou, to be honest with you, we want Nikola's invention again... Can you let us take the invention away before we leave?"

The last few words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth. Jacob felt embarrassed. We refused what Saint Barlaan gave us yesterday, but now we are asking for it again. How shameless!

Moreover, after searching through the scriptures of the Saint's Sect, there is no precedent of mortals asking saints for things.

"Ah! You didn't want it when I gave it to you yesterday? Why did you think of it again today?"

After saying this, Liu Yonglu slammed the cup of tea in his hand onto the table, almost knocking Jacob's heart out of his chest.

"I finally understand. It turns out that you were still worried about me yesterday. Oh, you thought I was a scammer with no background and was setting a trap to harm you, right?
Hey, we sincerely wanted to make friends with you, but after all this time our kindness has been taken for granted.

Just like this."

Liu Yonglu stood up, put one foot on the stool, and lowered his head on the table.

"Jacob, take that little dagger of yours and chop me over here. If you kill me, all the things upstairs will be yours."

He acted like a bachelor and made these judges confused. They looked at each other.

"Mr. Bean, please get up quickly, please get up quickly. No way, that's not what Jacob meant."

Bill was playing the good cop and trying to smooth things over. Just then the judge who was serving the meal came back, trembling as he stood at the back, not daring to come over. They were chatting just now, but now Saint Balan had his head thrown on the table, with one hand pulling Jacob's sleeve.

"No, you can stab me to death. Anyway, in the eyes of you Saint Maidens, there are no good people in the world now."

These words were too powerful, especially the words "now you are the Saint's sect" which frightened Jacob so much that he jumped up.

Why did Saint Balaam implicitly raise the issue to the Holy See? Wasn't his meaning clear enough? Thousands of years ago, he suffered so much persecution and hardships when he preached with the Saint, and he finally made the Saint's Sect the number one faith in the Western Continent.

Look at what these followers of the Saint's Sect are doing now! ?
"Mr. Dou...Mr. Dou, please eat first, and we'll talk after dinner."

Bill quickly signaled the judge to bring breakfast. In fact, as the presiding judge, he was older and had experienced a lot. He was still undecided whether to believe that Dou Nival was the saint Balaam.

But it is never good to ruin the relationship right now. What if it is the case? I will become a sinner for all eternity.

"Well, if you want to take this invention, you can."

The breakfast was ordinary, just two boiled eggs, a plate of whole bread, and a dish of butter. Liu Yonglu spoke incoherently with the eggs in his mouth.

He also knew that if he didn't give an explanation today, it would not be easy to get away, so he asked for a sky-high price first, and then both sides could save face by taking a step back.

"Really? Thank you so much..."

"Don't thank me yet. I can't give you the things for free. You have to exchange them for something." Exchange them for something? If Bill knew that Moses Sader's mission had become like this, he would never come. Was he a judge or a small businessman?

"What do you want in exchange, Mr. Bean?"

"What do you want in exchange? Ahem."

Liu Yonglu smoothed his mouth with hot tea, held up three fingers and said, "Don't change your mind. Let's keep the old price."

"Three ancient relics. Take three ancient relics in exchange."

"Oh……"

Saint Pie is different from Patrick. She has a wealthy family. If this thing is really worth that much money, she can afford thirty pieces, not to mention three. The key is that she doesn't have it now.

The six of them had only two pieces of armor in total. Haversian did have a holy spear, but distant water could not quench immediate thirst.

And if we really want to change it, we need the Archbishop's consent.

"It doesn't matter if you can't come up with it. Our price is valid for a long time. When you get back to New New Lent and have the money together, you can come to me to exchange it."

Liu Yonglu observed the expressions on their faces and quickly added that it would be easy as long as they could get Bill and the others into this topic.

When you return to New Nuremberg, don't look for me. Go ask Prince Andrew to exchange it with you and see if he will do so.

"Okay, we'll contact you when we get to New Newland. Are you…"

Bill pushed a piece of paper over, and Liu Yonglu wrote Mi Li'er's home address and phone number on it.

"Mr. Dou, do you have time later? If you do, can you talk to us about the scriptures?"

Seeing that Liu Yonglu had almost finished eating, a judge with golden curly hair asked respectfully.

Before this, only Jacob had heard St. Balaam debate in person, and he himself had not heard it yet. Whether he could understand what he heard was secondary. The most important thing was to leave a name behind.

If the sainthood is recognized by the Holy See, all the conversations between the few people today will be recorded word for word by religious scholars, and a line of small print will be attached below.

Which judges listened to the debate and preaching of Saint Balaam in Moses Sadeh in a certain year and month?

This was a chance to leave his name in history, so he bravely asked. After hearing what he said, the other judges also thought of this and nodded to keep him.

That's just right. Otherwise I would have to find a reason to send you out. Liu Yonglu drank the last bit of tea in the cup and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Okay, since we have met, it is all due to the guidance of the Gospel. I see the weather is nice outside, how about we talk while walking?"

Under the warm morning sun, in the wheat fields of the village of Mosesad, an old man wearing a windbreaker and glasses walked in front, muttering to himself.

The six men in white robes followed closely behind him, forming a semicircle. Many of them took out their notebooks, and sometimes they wrote in thought, and sometimes they looked up and asked loudly the questions in their hearts.

"The saint is hungry even without food. Take Saint Ximan and other saints to stroll on the street to see if there are any familiar faces so that you can take them to have a good meal."

What can Liu Yonglu say? Just finish the second half of eating Yuanxiao.

Liu Yonglu is quite good at making up stories. They don't have Yuanxiao here, but they have dumplings. However, they are not the same as the three-fresh dumplings he loved to eat before he traveled through time. The dumplings in Mosesad are small and filled with cheese. There is usually a layer of soup base under the plate, which is thick and milky.

Liu Yonglu then attributed the trick of getting ten coins for one penny to the saint.

The saint, almost a saint, when Liu Yonglu came to the exciting part, the saint took out a dagger and when no one was around, she carved another 1 behind the 0 on the wooden board, so that 1 dumpling became 10 dumplings.

"Mr. Dou, is this the dagger that the Saint used?"

Jacob tremblingly took out his five-finger sword from his arms and helped to round it. Liu Yonglu took advantage of the situation and said:

"Yes, this is it. The Saint used this to modify the price list."

The "two-wheel allusion" took half an hour to finish. Except for Jacob, the other five judges also heard the holy scriptures disassembled in this way for the first time. Most of them had only one thought in their minds: if there was a problem with this person's identity, they would definitely kill him. The story he just told was a blasphemy against the saint.

But if his identity is correct, then he must be Saint Baran, otherwise how could he remember the incident so clearly.

Liu Yonglu felt that the time was about right, and Mi Li'er and the others should have made arrangements for Nikola.

Just as he was about to go back, he suddenly remembered something and took out the small note from his pocket and handed it to Bill.

The note was given to him by a little girl in the dreamland. It was written with ancient characters that he definitely couldn't recognize.

Under normal circumstances, he would have asked Millie Tang directly, but asking her would inevitably bring up that little girl, and Liu Yonglu was afraid that if she became jealous, it would be difficult for him to end up like that.

Why not just ask these people? The ancient relics were given to them by the Holy See, and perhaps they also know the words on them.

Bill was the most knowledgeable among the group. He took the note and looked at it, and his expression changed.

"Mr. Dou...Mr. Dou, where did you get this note?"

Today I will take a nap and proofread the second chapter before posting it, to ensure that you can see it when you get up early. I don’t know what’s wrong with me recently, I feel listless and can’t muster up the energy. I will do the same as goodbye later, getting up early and making myself a pot of tea.

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