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Chapter 344: Pulling the Shadow (I)

"Sita, have you seen Bastoli?"

"Donny, your brain was originally attached to your left leg. When it was removed ten years ago, your brain was removed along with it. I'm a blind man! Tell me where to see Bastoli!"

Inside the venue, the Pope of the Church of Wisdom and several high-ranking priests shuttled between various booths. When it came to the invention of steam machinery, the Church of Wisdom was definitely the leader among Moses Sadeh.

Not only are the priests in the church good at inventing and repairing machinery, but many factories and workshops in Calder County are also affiliated with the Church of Wisdom.

When the Church of Wisdom invited Nicholas to join, it actually wanted to make him its vassal.

Before the opening of the Expo, the Pope met with Prince Andrew and asked him to set aside a separate area for the vassal workshops of the Church of Wisdom to exhibit their inventions.

Today the Pope brought some priests to the exhibition, and he was very friendly and took a few people to meet these "own people" and say a few polite words.

“I really didn’t hear Bastoli’s speech, but don’t worry. Bastoli only accepts the leadership of the Pope. He is used to freedom, so he must have other important things to do.

And Lame Danni, if you want to go away and do something else, you don’t have to participate in these insignificant little activities.”

Father Sita took a mechanical device from the boss behind the booth, put it to his ear and listened to the sound of the firing pin swinging, then gave the boss some advice with a smile and said a few words of encouragement.

"By the way, when Bastoli disappeared last time...were you not in Saint-Domingue?" Donnie took the scroll as a gift from his boss's son to the Pope and stuffed it into his robe.

"You have a good memory, old fellow. Yes, about seven or eight years ago, I went to Charlemagne County in the north, and when I came back I learned that Bastoli had been missing for two months.

I remember that before I left, the Pope gave him a mission to go to the southern continent. "

"When you came back, Bastoli had gradually returned to the... person we were familiar with, but in the first few weeks, he was almost the same as he is now, like a completely different person.

It doesn't feel like a disappearance at all, to be more precise, it feels like... a rebirth..."

Sita knew what Danni was going to say, so he carefully kept his mouth shut. He shared the same feeling.

However, no one dares to talk nonsense about resurrection. Several larger religious groups in the Western Continent have their own doctrinal understanding of the cycle of life and death. Resurrection from the dead can be said to be the highest praise and promise made by major religious groups to the gods they believe in and their believers.

Many religious scriptures of religious orders contain fables about resurrection from the dead. If Bastoli really came back from the dead instead of disappearing...

Sita didn't dare to think further. If this was true, the church should have publicized it widely. Why did they always cover it up?

"Eight years ago, Bastoli gave me the same feeling as he did these past two days. He looked the same on the outside, still with that neurotic and arrogant look.

But what he did during that time was somewhat erratic.” Donnie tapped his cane on the ground out of habit.

"Unstable?"

“To make an analogy, it’s like a child with a bad temper but full of desire to explore the outside world, who will suddenly show an impulsiveness and weakness that is inconsistent with his usual behavior habits.

I remember clearly...that day Bastoli actually took the initiative to help a religious man improve his steam invention. Of course, the end result was not very pleasant. The invention exploded as soon as it was tested, causing the religious man to lose an arm.

That believer later became a high-ranking priest named Jiuli."

……

"boom!"

In front of Liu Yonglu's booth, Bastoli put his left hand on the counter and pressed Liu Yonglu's mask on the table with his right hand.

"It's pretty much what I guessed. I felt it the first time I saw you, you bastard."

Bastoli pointed at Liu Yonglu:

"You are very dishonest. You like to change concepts and don't follow the rules. I know your face. Captain Ricky Baldwin of the Investigation Department. Or should I call you Dou Nival?"

Liu Yonglu's reaction was definitely not as quick as others. Bastoli attacked suddenly and he didn't react in time, so his mask was taken off.

"You are not a mask, you are handcuffs. You are not a mask, you are handcuffs."

"What did you say?"

Liu Yonglu actually didn't know if the bookmark could change shape without him touching it, he just wanted to try...

But I don’t know whether it was because the bookmark and he had been together for a long time that some extraordinary chemical reaction occurred, or whether the donkey was particularly fond of Liu Yonglu, and even his ancient relics favored this preacher on earth.

Anyway, the black mask in Bastoli's hand actually turned into a handcuff hanging on his right hand!
The citizens and merchants who were watching were stunned by what had just happened. They saw the boss behind the counter suddenly change his face, and the priest of the Church of Wisdom who had taken off his mask was inexplicably handcuffed.

If the scene just now had not happened in the conference hall, most people would have screamed and ran away.

But what day is today? It is the opening day of the Continental Expo, and inventors at many booths will deliberately come up with some sudden inventions to display, so there are still many onlookers who think that these two know each other and have specially rehearsed a good show.

Bastoli rarely restrained his smile. He shook the black handcuffs on his hands, but he couldn't get them off!

This might be an ancient relic of the other party. It is better not to act rashly. Trying to break free might just play into the other party's hands.

Just at this moment, the curtain behind Liu Yonglu's counter was pulled open, and a little girl with black braids walked out.

She stared with her big black eyes, looking left and right as if she could see through the secrets in other people's hearts. After a while, a playful and sarcastic smile appeared on her face.

Why did Ling'er come out? Because in the backstage, Millie Tang was playing chess with Xiaohu. Xiaohu could still play well with Liu Yonglu, but when playing with Millie Tang, he was basically defeated.

Millie Tang also knew that Xiaohu was a bad chess player, so she deliberately let Xiaohu win during the game, letting him win one game out of five. With Millie Tang's cooperation, the games that Xiaohu lost were not too bad.

Hey... Ling'er is so angry! She can't stand this the most!
She hated the deviousness of human beings the most. These tiny and stupid creatures thought that giving everything emotion was in line with social habits and could reflect their moral standards.

Little do people know that compromises based on emotional indulgence represent inefficiency and misunderstanding, which are obstacles to the advancement of knowledge.

Ling'er whispered to her silly brother in her heart, but Xiaohu ignored her.

Ling'er couldn't bear to watch it any longer and could only walk to the front to get some fresh air, which happened to allow her to see the confrontation between Liu Yonglu and Bastoli. She had already mastered all the knowledge about this country and this civilization in the National Library of Moses Sad, so she could tell what was going on at a glance.

Seeing Liu Yonglu being humiliated, she was quite happy. This girl in the khaki robe and with the funny hairstyle... could be considered a human being. It would be beautiful if she was killed by Liu Yonglu. No one was sitting on Liu Yonglu's recliner, so she lay there.

But Ling'er is also a bastard. If you want to see him get into trouble, you can't finish watching it secretly. If Liu Yonglu really fights, he can't beat Bastoli. But if you sit next to him and watch, will Bastoli dare to fight? My hands and feet are cold!

Bastoli was a connoisseur and he could tell Ling'er's status at a glance.

Good boy, no wonder he dares to go against our Wisdom God Church everywhere, it turns out that he has a backer here, but I don’t know what the relationship is between this god and him... Oh, it seems not good from his expression. Ling'er was lying on the recliner, still looking ahead with a fake smile on her face. Her pupils were the same as Xiaohu's, without a focus.

Bastoli thought Ling'er was watching his every move, but in fact, she was not looking at him at all, she was looking at Liu Yonglu.

"Is this also a steam engine? Mom, do you think these two uncles will put that little girl who is about my age into a wooden box and make her disappear?"

The onlookers hadn't realized how tense the atmosphere in front of the counter was at the moment, as a little boy was pulling his mother's hand forward.

Liu Yonglu winked at the little boy and thought, "Just watch the show later! Let the old and young men see how I beat this psychopath in front of me."

"Enough! Enough! Enough! It's getting late, there are not many people around, the chickens are not crowing, and the dogs are not barking!"

While Bastoli was in a daze, Liu Yonglu wiped his wrist and took back the mask. He cut the mask into two, stuffed a bookmark into his pocket, and the bookmark turned into a thin clip about half a meter long:
"That gentleman said, you keep talking and talking by yourself, what are you doing?
I don’t sell onions, or garlic, or rice, or noodles, or coal, or charcoal.”

Bastoli was dumbfounded. He just wanted to show off his power to Ricky Baldwin, but first a god came out from the back warehouse of the booth, and then Ricky Baldwin started to shout with a strange accent...Yo, this is considered shouting...

What is the other party trying to do?
"So what do you do?" he asked what was really in his mind.

Liu Yonglu walked around from behind the counter and patted his small wooden box:

“I’m a puppet show artist!

What foreign films? Eight Moses Sadler films, six photographs and two paintings. Have you ever been to the Rosemary Theatre?

Have you been to the Cathedral of St. Francis of Assisi? If not, you've come to the right place!
After watching my foreign film, you will have broadened your horizons.

How is it? Any gentleman wants to take a look? Anyone wants to take a look? Who wants to take a look? "

After Liu Yonglu finished speaking, the onlookers looked at each other. The Mosesad people thought he was a foreigner, and the foreigners thought he was a Mosesad. What kind of accent was that?

Liu Yonglu didn't take it seriously. He took out the white towel he had prepared in advance from his pocket and wrapped it around his head according to the instructions of the old gentlemen.

Ling'er blinked her eyes while sitting on the recliner. Where had she seen this before? Did this Richie seem to be demonstrating his invention? Or was he performing some special drama?
Never seen it, really never seen it.

“Oh, the old man said so.

How can you be so ignorant? Isn't this foreign film meant for people to watch?
You can't just shout, if you come down and make way for us, we are all outsiders, and no one will be embarrassed to look away if you make way for us."

Liu Yonglu was tinkering with the wooden box slowly. He had never pulled real foreign films before. He drew a picture and asked a workshop to make this thing. He had no idea whether it worked well or not.

While he was shouting, his eyes were always on Bastoli, and it was obvious that he just wanted him to see.

How dare Bastoli! The two sides have already torn their faces apart, who knows how you will deal with me if you bring this thing up, so he just shook his head and refused to respond.

Not only did he not respond, but none of the merchants and citizens who were watching responded either.

The inventor in front of us was shouting loudly, but he didn't look old or normal. Those who had children held them in their arms and no one dared to go over.

"If you want to get rich, let's come here. Who is my God of Wealth? I have to find that..."

Bastoli stood there, hesitating. Normally, if he turned around and left, Liu Yonglu would not be able to stop him. But Bastoli had never deserted a battlefield before. Usually, people avoided him, so he had never avoided anyone. So he stood there, stunned.

"That's you!"

Liu Yonglu slapped Bastoli on the shoulder, which made him startle. He looked at the hand on his shoulder and then looked at Liu Yonglu.

"How about this, sir, you show your support?"

"I won't read it because I don't know what your so-called invention is."

“This is the Moses Sadeh film!

If someone wants to see my foreign film, I have to ask him for three or five pounds, but if you want to see it, you can see it for free. Just consider it as my friend, okay?"

Friend? Bastoli couldn't help but sneered:
"No, as a high-ranking priest of the Wisdom God Church, I don't have much friendship with blind believers."

After hearing what Bastoli said, the passers-by around him began to whisper. It turned out that the man in the khaki robe was a priest of the Wisdom God Cult. This matter was very delicate...

I've heard that the Church of Wisdom has been suppressing inventors outside of its own faction. Could it be that the priest in front of me is here to cause trouble?

Thinking of this, the onlookers stepped back.

"Hey... you think I'm not pious, but that's okay. I'm new here today. I wonder if my foreign photos are good, old gentlemen!
As for me... I let you watch it for nothing. After you finish watching it, if you say one good thing, it will be better than me saying ten good things. Everyone will come when they hear it. I have earned their money, so I have to repay your kindness."

Liu Yonglu felt that the work was almost done, so he grabbed Bastoli's sleeve with one hand and pushed him towards the small wooden box!

Bastoli must be so skilled that Liu Yonglu couldn't even pull him.

"Will you take a look?"

"Don't look at it."

Bastoli felt that he was in an inexplicable dilemma. Didn't he come here to cause trouble for Dou Nival? Why did the topic turn to looking at inventions again?

And my own accent...was also unconsciously affected.

"Snapped!"

While the two were arguing, Liu Yonglu picked up the shelf made from the bookmark on the table and slammed it against the counter. The sound was so crisp that everyone in the room was shocked.

"Father Bastoli, do you see the business here? What if I don't dare to beat you? I'm your brother-in-law!"

"I am a high-ranking priest of the Church of Wisdom? How dare you hit me?"

I have reservations when I want to do it myself, how dare you, a captain of the investigation team, do something to the priest of the Wisdom God Church at the exhibition? Is Dou Niwar really lawless?

Bastoli's neck was stiff, his mouth was crooked, and he looked at Liu Yonglu with disdain:
"If I say I won't look, let alone you, even if you call the director of your investigation department over, I won't look!"

As soon as Bastoli finished speaking, he felt a strong wind blowing on his head!
"Snapped!"

The shelf that the bookmark had transformed into hit him on the top of his head, accompanied by Liu Yonglu's loud shout:
"Look!"

(End of this chapter)