Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 287 Electric Umbrella Pro
On Fast Street, Prince Herama walked out of the gate of his mansion wearing a luxurious foreign-style coat. He looked up at the sky. The dark clouds above his head made it difficult for him to breathe. He raised his nose and sniffed, and smelled the damp earthy smell. It seemed that there would be a heavy rain soon.

A spacious and luxurious carriage was parked at the door. Although many merchants in New Newland chose steam carriages to keep up with the fashion, the upper class people were still accustomed to riding in carriages to attend grand dinners.

"Your Excellency, Mr. Wordsworth's men have been arranged. They will follow behind our carriage."

Balkan came around the corner and continued respectfully:
"Also, the Public Security Bureau's spies are nearby. There are three of them in total, right..."

"No, it's a good opportunity for them to follow and see the secret base of the Saint's Sect."

Prince Helama has a rough appearance but a delicate heart. As the prince of Kurt, he attracts the attention of the Mosesad people wherever he goes. It is better to make a big fuss than to hide it.

It was a good opportunity to use the Mosesad people to test the true strength of the Holy Maiden Sect. Anyway, neither himself nor the Holy Maiden Sect dared to rush in and search.

Find something for the inquisitors of the Holy Maiden sect to do, so that these sheriffs don't have to follow them around all day.

After getting on his specially made luxury carriage and driving for another twenty minutes, they arrived at the agreed location. Helama looked around and found that although it was the famous Helen Street, the villa was located at the very end of the street and there were no famous shops nearby.

It fits the Saint's style: comfortable, convenient, but not ostentatious.

The villa is not very big, a three-story building with an old exterior and lights on inside.

The servant helped Prince Herama get off the carriage, turned around and rang the doorbell. Soon, the door was opened and a tall and thin man in a white robe stood in the room.

Prince Herama looked at the visitor, who was about 30 years old, with a long face, thin eyebrows and big eyes. He looked plump, but suddenly he looked like a small winter melon. The look in his eyes was very strange, between seriousness and cheerfulness.

"The saint's compassion shines on the earth. It seems that guests have arrived."

The visitor opened the door a little wider, looked at Prince Herama, and then frowned and said:
"And Mr. Wordsworth?"

"I am Wordsworth's friend, Herama Dill. This must be the Inquisitor of the Holy See. What's your name?"

Heramar strode forward and gracefully extended his right hand.

The judge inside the door did not expect that this man was so confident. He was having a secret meeting with Mosesad and was talking about the most important invention at the Continental Exposition. He even dared to announce his name before he even entered the door.

"Von, von Stroevsky."

The one who came out to greet people was naturally Liu Yonglu. After all, today was nominally a dinner treat, so he had to put on a friendly smile.

It's just a pity, Millie Tang reminded herself, since she was playing the role of a judge, she couldn't reveal her accent.

Otherwise, when Liu Yonglu opened the door, he would have to say, "Dear Prince Herama, I miss you so much."

The door was completely opened, and Prince Herama shook hands with the Inquisitor inside the door. Both of them stared at each other, their hands clenched tightly, and neither of them was willing to let go.

"Please come in, Prince Herama. The fable of the saint also said that it is impolite and disrespectful to treat guests poorly."

Liu Yonglu stepped aside to let Prince Herama in. Herama did not need him to lead the way, but walked straight ahead, saying as he walked:

"I wonder if the Saint's sect's scriptures say what the consequences will be if someone with malicious intent attempts to attack a guest who has come from afar?"

"Mr. Herama, you may not have read the canon of our Saint's sect. Such trivial things that are intolerable to heaven are not recorded in the canon, because anyone who has listened to the Saint's gospel and converted to the Saint's teachings will not do such a thing, no matter what their past was, good or bad."

These words were both soft and firm, and Liu Yonglu handled the role of judge just right.

Although Prince Herama's IQ is not as high as Millitang's, he is also a man of extensive knowledge and good memory. Last night, he flipped through the holy scriptures of the Holy Maiden Sect and read most of the doctrines. When he heard Liu Yonglu's appropriate answer, he couldn't help but nodded.

"That's good. I heard that the Holy See's judgment..."

Prince Herama was stunned in the middle of his words because he saw Millitan, who was also wearing the white robe of the Inquisitor's flail. At this time, Millitan was wearing a fluffy black shawl wig, and her asymmetrical bangs covered one side of her face. She had light makeup on her face, and her hands were folded in front of her, holding a holy book in her hands.

Prince Herama also had many wives and concubines in Kurt, and he had seen all kinds of beauties, but he swore that even if all the women in his family were added together, they could not compare to a finger of the woman in front of him.

The Holy See is indeed extraordinary. How could an inquisitor be so beautiful? Or... does this woman have some special identity?

Some local sects in Kurt would select a god's wife to manage religious affairs on their behalf. This kind of woman was not only outstanding in appearance but also had an extraordinary status.

After all, I don't understand the structure of the Holy See. Could it be...

"Hello, Prince Herama. I am the Inquisitor of the Holy See, Mara Kiss."

Millie Tang rolled her eyes in her heart. What a crappy name Ricky gave herself.

"You know my identity?"

"Kurt's Prince Herama is coming to participate in the Continental Expo. I'm afraid this news has spread to the Western Continent several months ago."

Milly Tang was quick-witted and had figured out the whole story of how Heramar got involved with Wordsworth. She was participating in the Continental Exposition on the surface, but secretly trying to destroy the most important invention at the exposition.

The motive is not difficult to guess. The two countries of Kurt and Mosesad are at an angle, with the Lost Sea in the middle. If the Mosesad people conquer the Lost Sea first and take control of the more important islands, I am afraid that the Kurts will not even be able to sleep well. "I am also very interested in the inventions of the geniuses in the Western Continent. I can't wait to see them before the expo starts."

Everyone understands each other's thoughts, but polite words still need to be said.

Prince Herama walked while observing the interior of the villa. The decoration was simple but tidy, and there were some books related to the Saint's Sect on the bookshelf.

Some common ritual materials were placed on the table. It seemed that the Inquisitors were an elite organization trained by the Holy See to deal with special events. Presumably, everyone in them was well versed in mysticism.

As he looked, he stopped again because he saw a chicken running away.

It was a large bird with small wings, one leg, a long lizard-like tail, and a long, sharp beak.

What the hell is this thing... Although Millitang was so beautiful that he lost his mind, Prince Herama was naturally not interested in women, but he liked rare and exotic animals the most. When he saw a running chicken, he was so amazed that he couldn't even walk.

It was spinning around, which god's servant was it? How come I had never seen it before? Not only had I never seen it before, but it wasn't even recorded in any of the atlases or ancient books.

Seeing Prince Helama looking at him, the chicken boss was unhappy and glared back at him fiercely. He only recognized two people in this world and was afraid of one person. In his eyes, everyone else was an object that could be bitten.

Sure enough, Prince Herama's hand was still one meter away from the running chicken, and it bit it directly. Fortunately, Millie Tang was quick-eyed and grabbed the running chicken.

"You are so stupid! You are so stupid! You are so stupid!"

The running chicken was held in the air and kept cursing. Prince Herama was not annoyed by its cursing, he was even happy. Oh, this bird is so good, it can even talk, it seems to have a very high IQ. If he takes it back, he will definitely make an extra-large golden cage for it and keep it in it.

"Ahem, Holy Eagle, Prince Herama is a guest of the Holy See."

Liu Yonglu took the chicken from Milly Tang and held it in his arms. He had a sudden inspiration and changed the chicken's name to one that suited its status. Prince Helama still hadn't taken his eyes off the chicken.

Liu Yonglu had already prepared a simple banquet in the hall.

Of course, he would not cook himself for such guests. These were all bought in advance by Kogan. The three of them sat at the dining table, and Prince Herama had five other attendants standing beside them, including Balkan.

Liu Yonglu had noticed him before, but Liu Yonglu was wearing a donkey's bookmark mask at this time. A donkey can change into thousands of faces when walking in the world, so his ancient relics are naturally impeccable in this regard.

Balkan simply felt that this Von Stroevsky looked somewhat familiar from somewhere, but he had definitely never seen this face before, so he shook his head slightly, thinking that perhaps he had accidentally seen this judge when he was captured at the Kujing Inn.

“Prince Herama, although we inquisitors have been listening to the teachings of the Saint in the Holy See since we were young, we occasionally go to various places in the Western Continent to carry out trials and executions. So we are a bit straightforward. Please don’t be offended.

The deal we talked about on the phone before was to exchange Nikola for his invention. Excuse me, where is Nikola?"

"Don't be anxious, Mr. Feng. Nicholas is a genius mechanic from the Western Continent and the most valued person by the royal family of Mosesad. How can we just throw him on a carriage and bring him to your villa?"

Prince Herama didn't even use a knife and fork, he just picked up a piece of dessert and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Can't you bring it here openly? The Saint knows everything. I'm afraid Nicholas is not in your hands, Herama."

Liu Yonglu took the lead. The Saint Maiden Sect was the one that could do whatever it wanted in the Western Continent. He and the little genius brother had a good relationship. Ordinary people would get ants in their calves when they saw the Inquisitor. They would accuse you of heresy and put you in jail for a year or two, and the local sheriff would not say a word.

Hearing Liu Yonglu's rude tone, several servants behind Herama took a step forward, and some even put their hands into their arms.

"Hey."

The prince waved his hand. As expected of the judge of the Saint's sect, Mr. Feng spoke with certainty. It did not seem like he was lying to him, but rather that he had obtained reliable information.

But since he knew he didn't have Nikola in his hands, he was still willing to sit down and talk, so he must have something to ask for.

"I didn't bring Nikola with me, but his invention may not be here."

"Haggling and haggling, a long night of meaningless fighting envelops the earth. These are the words of the Holy Maiden to the greedy merchants in the Holy Book of Mira.

You can do without Nicholas, but the saint will not lie. Inviting you here means that the invention is in our hands. Prince Herama, please take a look. "

Liu Yonglu turned around and pulled the blanket, and a bronze mechanical device appeared behind him.

Prince Herama narrowed his eyes. The bronze umbrellas were placed together. They were not small in size, but he could not see anything special about them. He looked down again.

Hiss... The long umbrella handle was held in the hands of a little bronze man. The man was about half a meter tall, barefoot, wearing a waistcoat with his belly exposed, and a small gourd on the top of his head.

What is this! ?

Here comes today’s joke. By this point in the story, young and old men may have guessed what this joke is.

Hey, it’s Monday, and everyone has to go to school and work again, come on.

A friend told me this morning that the temperature in Tianjin has dropped, so everyone should keep warm.

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(End of this chapter)