Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 279 Saint Barlaan will meet his faithful followers today
"Hey!"

Liu Yonglu tiptoed over and slapped Haverson on the back. The little genius was so scared that he almost jumped up. He turned around and saw that it was Liu Yonglu. He stood there in amazement.

"Aren't you two going back home? What are you doing here?"

"Let's look for... someone."

"Look for someone inside. Mi Li'er didn't go to work today. She and the kids are at home. Go in."

Liu Yonglu was carrying two bags of vegetables and opening the door with his elbow as he spoke. He turned his head to see Lin Bei following behind him, and the little genius brother and sister were still standing there in a daze.

"What are you looking for? Are you really thinking about changing the feng shui of Mi Li'er's house? If you don't come in, I'll lock the door."

Liu Yonglu thought, just eat for free, why bother pretending? I just don't know if the food is enough, I can just get some when I get home. It would be so shabby to cook for guests and not have enough food.

When he led the three people into the house, he saw Millie Tang sitting alone at the table in the living room, writing and drawing. When she saw Liu Yonglu and the three people come in, she was also puzzled.

You bring people home for dinner without even saying hello in advance, you really treat them as your own home.

"Um...you guys take a seat first. I'll go upstairs to take care of something and be right back."

Millie Tang was still wearing the purple pajamas she usually wore at home. She said this and went upstairs to change her clothes.

"Don't worry about the rice grains. Just sit down and I'll cook."

Liu Yonglu chuckled, took off his coat and started cooking. He didn't hesitate to get wet and found a cup to drink by himself. The two little geniuses were left muttering:
"Roselis, the address is correct. It's Mr. Milly Tang's home. Could the presiding judge have made a mistake?"

"Brother, think about it, Mr. Bill just called the Holy See. If there is a problem with the address, would he dare to make such a promise to the Archbishop?"

"That's right, but...why is Saint Baran living in Mr. Millie Tang's house? Could he be Millie Tang's elder?"

“Brother… Hey, think about what other identities Ricky and Millie Tang have?”

"I heard Ricky mention it before. Millie Tang is a professor at Miskatonic University. Oh, Saint Baran is his colleague!?"

"A mystic scholar! It shouldn't be difficult for an mystic scholar to use forbidden spells to change his identity."

As she spoke, Roselis poked Haverson and pointed at Liu Yonglu, who was standing by the stove cutting vegetables. The two siblings were in sync with each other, and Haverson finally woken up from his dream. He walked over to help pick the vegetables while muttering in a low voice:
"Saint Baran, coming from the twilight of dawn, even the tyrannical monarchs had to acknowledge him..."

Liu Yonglu was cooking when he suddenly heard Haversham running over and chanting in his ear. He peeled garlic while looking at the little genius as if he was a psycho.

"Stop, if you want to chat, just chat properly. We only pray before dinner, why are you reciting before the food is even served?"

"Mr. Rich, let me ask you, do you know Saint Baran?"

"I know...I was just two days ago...oh oh oh!"

If Haverson hadn't reminded Liu Yonglu, he would have forgotten about Jacob. Yes, the little genius brother and sister are also judges, so they are colleagues of Jacob, and they must know each other.

What do you mean? My part about "eating Yuanxiao" is really good, are you two also interested in listening to it?

"Haverson, I almost forgot.

We were on a mission a few days ago, and we ran into six guys from your unit. They were nice people. Where are they? Have they returned to the Holy See? If they haven't, don't invite them to dinner. There's not enough food."

Liu Yonglu looked at the beans in the pool and thought, if he called those six people over, Millie Tang's house would really become a church.

Haverson was dumbfounded. He looked at Liu Yonglu with his mouth open. With his limited brain, he guessed the possibility.

My heart was beating wildly in my chest. No wonder you were resurrected by the saint. It turns out you are a saint!

"Can you tell me more about Saint Barlaan and the saint's preaching?"

Haverson wanted to confirm it again, and the voice came out dryly from his throat.

"Saint lady, Jacob didn't tell you?"

"I told you, there are other things."

Haverson clenched his fists. Roselis watched from a distance and saw that her brother's legs were shaking and he almost fell to his knees.

"Oh, yes. Let me teach you something. Where should I start... Oh, let's start with the old Saint lady smoking.

Draw five bags of oil (Zhou called it the Five Dynasties, all have their roots), do you know where this sentence comes from? "

"I don't know. There's no such sentence in the scriptures."

"Nowhere. Alas, you are just like Jacob, too stubborn. Is there any allusion to the saint walking in the olive grove?"

"Yes, that olive grove is right behind the Holy See, and it is now one of the holy places."

"What's the story?"

“There is a family in the Bastina Peninsula who has been managing an olive grove for five generations. But by the time of Saint Paulal the Younger, a drought had struck…”

"Stop, that's enough. So the sentence I just said, 'Draw five bags of oil', is a summary of this story. Olives are used to press oil, so that sentence means that five generations of people have been pressing oil on the island."

Liu Yonglu unscrewed a bottle of seasoning and smelled it. It was okay and usable. Millie Tang's house was always empty and many seasonings had expired.

It was quite boring for him to cook alone, so it was nice to have someone to chat with, so he was happy to chat with them.

“Oh, as expected…”

"Don't worry. As expected, this allusion is a double entendre. On the one hand, it refers to the family of Saint Paulal in the Olive Grove, and on the other hand, it also refers to the saint smoking."

"The Saint really smokes...smokes?"

Haversun swallowed his saliva and prayed silently in his heart, "Saint, this is all what Saint Balaam taught me. I am not blaspheming you."

"Smoking is a big addiction! It's a really big addiction!

The story of the olive grove is a pun about the saint's addiction. If she smokes five bags of tobacco, there will be oil in the pipe. Just imagine how addictive she is."

"So this is a pun, and the five generations don't refer to five generations, but what if you draw four bags?"

"Four bags won't do. Four bags won't satisfy you. You need to add cigarettes. Think about it. Saint Paullar's father, Paullar Sr., was at the peak of his family business. Only then could he afford cigarettes.

Smoke four bags of cigarettes."

"What about the sixth generation?" "Six generations is not good. It's too many. The pipe can't bear it. The pipe will crack. Think about it. At the end of the story, did the saint Paulal burn down the olive grove and go to preach with the saint? Right, the fire was too big, and the sixth generation was burned.

All six bags were broken."

Half an hour later, Roselis saw her brother come back in a daze, sitting down on a chair, mumbling:
"It's Saint Barlaan, it's Saint Barlaan..."

Roselis was excited and anxious. "You said it at the critical moment! Why is Mr. Richie Saint Baran?"
Haverson finally calmed down and told his sister the new "doctrine" he had just learned in a disjointed manner.

The two of them whispered to each other, recalling every detail of their time with Mr. Richie over the past month, from being resurrected by the saint, to the two of them borrowing money from him for alms, to later spreading his doctrine.

They are all tests!
The first test was their loyalty to the Saint, then their compassion for suffering, and finally their mastery of the doctrine. If they didn't answer any of the questions...

"Hey, what are you two talking about!"

Millie Tang changed her clothes and came down from upstairs. She patted Roselis on the shoulder from behind, and the little girl jumped up immediately.

"Millitang, Mr. Millytang, you, Saint Baran, know, we, just know."

Millie Tang: “???”

Roselis is crazy.

"Roselis, please speak slowly."

"Mr. Millie Tang, do you know Ricky's secret?"

"I don't know, do you know?"

Millie Tang thought Liu Yonglu was hiding something from her, so she quickly pulled Roselis over.

"He has a hidden identity."

"I know, Dou Niwar."

"Then do you know who Dou Niwar is?"

Millie Tang shook her head. She felt that Roselis might really be crazy. Anyway, the look in her eyes was not normal.

"You two can go to the study and talk."

Millie Tang went to the study, pulled up two chairs, poured two glasses of water, and let the little genius brother and sister talk slowly.

The two men took a few deep breaths, and this time they supplemented each other and told each other the whole story they had heard from Jacob.

This time it was Millie Tang who was stunned. She sat in the chair and blinked, trying to figure out what was going on. Ricky... Although she knew that he was a frivolous person and liked to talk nonsense... But this...

What was even more unbelievable to her was that these people from the Holy Maiden Sect actually found four pieces of evidence in one go to prove that he was the Saint Barlaan.

The "unique" understanding of the holy scriptures, the unexpected rescue in the dreamland, the divine oracle that happened to be lucky enough to catch a dead mouse, and the "personal letter" from the saint.

"You two go out first and leave me alone."

Millie Tang sat in the study for another half an hour. She didn't believe that Liu Yonglu was really Saint Balaam. If this guy was a saint of the Holy Virgin Sect, she couldn't imagine what the saint would look like.

It must have been the Saint’s Faction’s mistake, but this isn’t a bad thing… at least there’s one less enemy and one more “friend”.

Millie Tang sorted out her thoughts before returning to the restaurant. Liu Yonglu happened to be serving food on a plate. When he saw Millie Tang coming over, he scooped a spoonful with a playful smile:
"Mi Li'er, try this. Black garlic beef cubes. Try it. I'm not bragging about my cooking skills. Look around the entire Moses Sadeh and see who can make this..."

While blowing, Liu Yonglu moved the spoon towards Milly Tang's mouth. Milly Tang wanted to grab the spoon, but Liu Yonglu's hands were very strong and he insisted on feeding it into her mouth.

Millie Tang couldn't persuade him, so she ate a spoonful of beef. After she finished eating, she quickly pulled Liu Yonglu by his clothes and pulled him into the study, where she made him sit on a chair.

"Mr. Rich, do you know who you are now?"

"You... you didn't say it to my face, so are we officially dating... I said you're my boyfriend, is that appropriate?"

Liu Yonglu's face turned red and he felt embarrassed.

"That's not what I'm talking about!"

Mili Tang blushed, but then she put her hands on her hips and said:
“You are now Saint Baran!”

"I'm going to Saint Baran? Their Saint's Sect also has local opera? They asked me to rehearse the play but didn't even give me the script."

"..."

Millie Tang was so angry that she twisted his arm and then angrily repeated what the little genius had just said.

"Hehe, hehe..."

Liu Yonglu was so happy that he kept laughing. He scratched the back of his head and felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

"Saint Baran, Saint Baran, no, we have a good relationship with the Saint Lady."

"Have you ever thought about what would happen if the Saint's Sect found out that you are an imposter?"

"Found? No, no, no..."

Liu Yonglu pointed outside the door and then pointed at his own head, meaning that the little genius brother and sister could not find them.

"Then I'll call them in now. You pretend to be nice and ask them what their next mission is."

"Okay, go ahead."

At the table, Lin Bulang was eating black beans cooked by Liu Yonglu with beer. He saw four people coming in and out of the room with weird expressions on their faces. He wondered what was wrong with these four people? Did they eat the wrong food?
At this time, Xiao Tiancai went into the study again to see Liu Yonglu. After being persuaded a little, he really said whatever he wanted.

"By the way, Mr. Rui... Mr. Saint Baran, there is another note left by Mr. Bill.

According to what Mr. Milly Tang just said, it should be the address and phone number of Wordsworth! "

Yesterday was Halloween, right? I had forgotten about it. Now I am confused about all holidays except for the very important ones, hahahaha.

But it is indeed the weekend soon, so everyone should take care of their health recently. Yesterday, my wife and daughter both had fever, but I was fine. You should also pay attention to the temperature and put on more clothes if necessary.

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(End of this chapter)