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Chapter 330: Shopkeeper, Please Give Me Some Thoughts

Now the mental state of fake Richie is not very stable, because the god behind Wordsworth has just awakened through the ancient relics in the Investigation Department controlled by him, and it was controlled through Wordsworth's dreams, so the control is insufficient.

In terms of his control over his body, Wordsworth is even better than the gods.

Originally, the "Lord of Green Decay" thought that he would have an adaptation period first, and then go out and act after he had complete control over the body of fake Ricky.

By then, wouldn't it be easy to achieve your goal by using this face and some tricks?

Unexpectedly, as soon as his true form was revealed today, Kou Gang attracted the people from the Saint's Sect.

The fake Ricky stood in the room, not daring to move. He had a good plan. If he didn't make any sound, the people outside would knock on the door for a while and think that Ricky was not there. He would go out after they left. Isn't that a good idea?

The bad luck fell on Kougan.

"Bang bang bang."

Haverson knocked for a long time, but no one answered the door. Kogan stepped out and took a key from his pocket.

If the genius siblings had met Lin Bei or Marquette instead of Kougan today, they really wouldn't have been able to enter this door. But besides him and Millie Tang, only Kougan had the key to the basement.

Didn’t Liu Yonglu give Kou Gang an ancient relic some time ago? So Kou Gang would come to the study room regularly to take classes with Millie Tang.

He was a newly promoted investigator in the Investigation Department. People always came to him for help with trivial matters, such as delivering letters and filling out forms. Millie Tang got annoyed with it and handed Kougan a key.

If you have something to do, just go and do it. Don't keep coming in and out and asking me to open the door.

Thus, Kogan had the third key.

Kogan also wanted to show off in front of the bishop. He had a special relationship with Captain Ricky, so he prepared to leave a note for the captain in person, telling him that the bishop came to see him today, and when he had time, he should go and ask him what was going on.

When Wordsworth, who was controlling his body remotely, heard the sound of the door lock turning, he almost jumped up in fright in his dream. He also knew what the Father was going to do, but as luck would have it, he was about to take action and had not even left the house when he was about to fail.

He quickly controlled the fake Ricky to turn on the light and wait for Kogan to bring people in to take a look.

Wow! The captain is not in the room, but standing next to the ceiling light switch, looking dazed, barefoot and wearing a rubber raincoat. What kind of outfit is this...

"Captain Ricky, Bishop Bernard of the Saint's Sect wants to see you."

"it is good--"

The fake Ricky had no choice but to agree, but the problem was that he was a fake. His height and appearance were exactly the same as the original owner, but his voice was nothing like Liu Yonglu's.

And because the one who was controlling the fake Ricky at this time was Wordsworth and "Green Decay", the words that came out of his mouth sounded particularly weird.

The tone was hoarse and drawn out.

Kogan and the little genius brother and sister all frowned, wondering what was wrong with Ricky today.

“May the mercy of the Saint shine upon the earth. Mr. Richie, I’m sorry for visiting you unexpectedly without saying hello today.

I, too, have a few things I would like to ask you."

Bishop Bernard didn't understand the situation yet. He took two quick steps and grabbed the fake Ricky's hand. His hand felt very cold. Bernard thought to himself, this Saint Barlaam... he doesn't even put on his shoes when it's so cold.

Why didn't he just call the fake Ricky Saint Barlan? Because the Archbishop told him to do so over the phone.

When you meet Saint Balaam, just pretend not to know him. The saint must have important things to do when he travels around the world. It would be bad if you expose him. If you misunderstand the saint's meaning, we will be in trouble.

So he still called the person in front of him Richie.

Wordsworth knew that his voice might not be enough to fool the crowd, so he didn't dare to speak. He just nodded, thinking about how to deal with the situation first.

"Alas, the Continental Expo is coming up soon. Logically, I shouldn't bother you, but I heard from Haverson before that you have a unique understanding of the Saint's scriptures.

I just heard from Mr. Kogan that a few days ago you made the patron saint who had been covered in dust for hundreds of years come back to the world to sing.

As for me, I am just a humble shepherd in front of the Saint. I dare not say that I have a deep understanding of the doctrine, so I dare not discuss the Scriptures. I just want to..."

At this point, Bernard's followers brought over chairs, and Bernard offered them his hand:

"I just want to listen to the desolate songs from a hundred years ago and review that epic sermon and asceticism. Today's trip will be worthwhile."

Wordsworth was also full of questions in his dream. The Bishop of Mosessade came to ask the captain of the investigation department, Rich, about the doctrines of the Saint's sect?

These two things are totally unrelated.

In his dream, he anxiously called out the name of God the Father, but received no response for a long time. God the Father could not figure out what was happening for a while.

"My throat is not very good, and an accident occurred while I was studying the ancient relics."

No wonder he was wearing a special rubber raincoat, it turned out he was studying ancient relics. As a bishop, Bernard must have some knowledge of mysticism, he nodded slightly.

After hearing what the fake Ricky said, the little genius siblings and Kou Gang felt it was even more strange. They had spent quite a while with Liu Yonglu and knew too well what kind of person Captain Ricky was.

The Ricky in front of me...his tone and expression are completely different from usual.

"Then Mr. Richie, I have a few things for you to look at. They are related to some of the fables of our Saint's Sect."

Bernard thought, I won't let you sing the hymn. This is my own business. If you don't want to listen, then don't listen.

But I must do what the Archbishop asked me to do. I have to report back. Wordsworth was about to collapse. Why did the Saint's Party come to Richie to look at something? This matter was totally inexplicable. What should I do?
reject?

No, they have already made a concession and stopped me from singing. If I refuse again, I'm afraid...

Wordsworth saw the expressions on the faces of the little genius siblings through the vision of fake Ricky. Kogan was scheming and was muttering in his heart but did not show it on his face.

But the two in white robes with blond hair and blue eyes were different. Everything on their minds was written on their faces, their brows were twisted into a knot, and it was obvious that they were suspicious.

"it is good--"

He could only answer reluctantly.

"Please take a look at this first."

Bernard took a small round metal box from the servant. He had specially collected this thing from an antique shop these days. It had a history of hundreds or even a thousand years and was a small crusher for crushing tobacco leaves.

Didn't the archbishop tell me that the saint was addicted to smoking? This thing must be useful. Ask Saint Balaam if he knows her. If he knows her, then the argument will be valid. If he doesn't, then I will first punish the person in front of me for the crime of blasphemy against the saint.

Wordsworth dared not refuse. It was better to recognize something than to sing a poem himself.

He reached out to take the crusher, and looked it over inside and out. To be honest, the quality of the crusher was really bad. The metal smelting technology at that time was poor, and with the baptism of time, a layer of red rust had formed on the outside of the crusher, the blade inside had long been corroded, and only half of the handle was left.

Wordsworth was anxious and called out in his heart but received no response.

If I return the things to the person who gave me the gift and say I don't know him, then I will definitely not be able to leave this room today. He glanced at Bishop Bernard who was sitting opposite him.

This skinny old man might not know me, otherwise he wouldn't come to ask me.

"Ahem... OK - rusted iron sheet, two-layer structure, a coffee bean filter!"

Bishop Bernard raised his eyebrows. What is this? A coffee bean sifter? I have never heard of using this thing to sift coffee beans. It is just a small round box. How long will it take to sift coffee beans?

It seems that the Archbishop in the Holy See also believed the rumors. Is the person in front of me Saint Barlaam? I don't think it should be taken seriously.

"Well, Mr. Richie is indeed well-informed. This thing is related to a fable. Now that I know it is a coffee bean filter, I understand it much better."

Bernard took the tin back and took out the second item.

What is this? The patchwork blanket that the archbishop mentioned on the phone, isn't it the Saint's blanket? Then you must know this.

A blanket is not like a tobacco leaf crusher. It is made of sheepskin and is difficult to preserve over time. The blanket in front of me was bought from a merchant from the South Continent with great effort.

The condition was considered good for this type of collectibles, but even so, I couldn't pick it up because the fur had almost all fallen off and the leather inside was hard, so I had to find a picture frame to mount it in.

Bishop Bernard passed the frame over again.

Wordsworth still didn’t know, and called upon God the Father, but it was useless.

This is not the Father God's fault. For some reason, "Green Decay" was already very weak when it came to this world, and had been in a dormant state until it was awakened again by Wordsworth in recent decades.

So he really didn't recognize the thing in front of him.

Alas, Father God doesn't say anything, so I can only make it up...

"Good - a patchwork of different things, a profound artistic conception, a colorful abstract painting."

Ah? Abstract painting. Oh, it seems that I came to the right place today. This Saint Baran is really just for show.

Fortunately, I brought a lot of followers today, and they are all capable men who are proficient in forbidden spells, otherwise they really can't deal with you.

Even though you are the captain of the investigation team of the investigation department, this concerns the reputation of the saint. I will catch anyone who spreads rumors to mislead the people.

"Mr. Rich, are you sure?"

Bernard first turned around to look at the little genius brother and sister. They both had pale faces and their hands were not placed properly, all in their pockets. It was unknown what they were trying to do.

Fake Ricky nodded, and Bernard had no choice but to hand over the last piece.

what is this?
The long-stemmed pipe was not from the Western Continent, and no one in the Western Continent used it, so he searched all over New New Londo, but at most he could only find a half-broken piece.

The mouth of the pipe is still there, but the brass pot in front is broken, leaving just a straight bare pipe.

Bernard handed the pipe to the fake Ricky. Wordsworth in the dream was fuzzy. He thought, you bishops of the Saint's Sect, what do you do every day? Are you doing archaeology here?

And what they got were all kinds of mess.

But I had to continue the conversation, hoping that they would leave quickly.

"Good—a black wooden pen, a long barrel with a missing cap, and a broken fountain pen without a head."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a strong wind coming towards him, accompanied by a roar:

"Look at the gun!"

Hehe, the Continental Expo chapter is coming to an end. I may take 1-2 days off next week. I will mainly conceive the outline of the Cross-Sea Expedition to the West chapter. I hope it goes well. We can update every day as long as we can.

However, since we are starting a new chapter, we still cannot be careless about the many foreshadowings and laying of the groundwork.

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(End of this chapter)