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Chapter 348 Green Decay Plan (4k+)

"Your Holiness...are you just going to let Ricky go?"

In the lounge of the Church of Wisdom, old Donni had not yet recovered from his shock, his face red with anger, but he did not dare to knock his broken cane around in front of the Pope.

“Prince Andrew just said that the Continental Exposition is the top priority, and Bastoli is doing fine.

Bastoli, you said Ricky asked you about the Lost Sea just now?"

"Well, I just follow my inner will. Compared to the disturbances in the outside world, that is the most important thing."

The Pope nodded. Sometimes only the Pope could understand Bastoli's words. The priests in the Church of Wisdom were already accustomed to this situation.

"Do you recognize that black clip in his hand?"

"I...didn't notice."

He really didn't pay attention. His mind was all focused on "Yes, the wave seems to be about to overturn, but it hasn't overturned yet."

"It has the aura of the crouching chaos. It is his ancient relic."

After saying this, the other priests also understood why the Pope cared so much about the black clip.

"And the Shani who came over later is also a member of the god's family."

Father Sita said slowly, although his eyes were blind, they had been specially modified to be particularly sensitive to forbidden spells and gods. Not only Shani, but also the little girl who had been watching foreign movies behind Ricky. A family of gods and a... god, what does Ricky want to do! ?

"Ricky seems to be particularly concerned about the Lost Sea. He was seen behind all the missions of the Continental Expo and the Electric Parachute."

Father Sita connected the clues in his hand and thought of the worst possibility. Ricky represented not only the Investigation Department, but also the will of a certain god.

"Bastoli, has Ricky ever told you about other gods?"

The Pope waved his hand to ask other priests to eat, but he and Bastoli did not touch the food on the table and just kept talking.

"No... that little girl... doesn't seem to have a relationship with him like the relationship between a god and a preacher on earth."

"Then he is the earthly sermon of the crouching chaos..."

The Pope's voice gradually deepened as he spoke. How could there be a preacher on earth in the lurking chaos? He was very familiar with this old friend...

What preacher on earth can stand his torture...

But thinking about how Ricky rolled on the ground before, it seemed like this was really possible.

……

"Kougan, eat! There are lots of dishes today, eat as much as you can!"

In another lounge, people from Shi Wei Tian were feasting around a table of food and wine. The little genius brother and sister seemed a little more normal than in the morning.

However, there was no serious doctor present, and it was difficult to judge whether they were very different from usual, so Liu Yonglu still put them on the sofa for safety reasons.

"It's one o'clock in the afternoon. It all depends on this last shiver. The boys should cheer up after they have eaten and drunk enough."

Liu Yonglu stuffed a chicken leg in his mouth as he made the final pre-war mobilization.

The entire investigation department of the mainland expo was only concerned about whether the invention of the electric steam umbrella could be successfully announced. As for the steam scratcher and electric ear pick, they had nothing to do with Liu Yonglu.

Just now, General Norman also made it clear to Liu Yonglu that the Mosesad royal family is planning to sell this electric parachute in the future!
Is the Lost Sea important? It is important, and Mosesad will explore it as soon as possible, but it is too dangerous after all. Instead of panning for gold, it is better to sell shovels next to the gold mine, which is a sure-win business.

In addition, the previous exploration of the Lost Sea consumed a huge amount of manpower and material resources, and the Mosesad royal family urgently needed to recover as soon as possible, so the royal family, Nicholas, and the Church of Wisdom had already discussed in advance that the electric parachutes would be sold secretly after the Continental Expo.

Of course, with Nikola, the inventor of the prototype, the Mosesad people's speed of improvement and proficiency in use will far surpass others, and they still have an innate advantage in exploring the Lost Sea.

"Well, I can't relax at all. I plan to take a long vacation after the expo is over."

Marquette stared at the bean curd spring roll on the fork and continued:

"But there is some bad news. The containment department has barely completed half of the inventory, and still hasn't found any clues."

"And Wordsworth didn't show up either. Richie, can you contact Alva?" Lin Brown interrupted.

"It's difficult... it's difficult... even if he comes, he will definitely be under Wordsworth's surveillance. How can I contact him?"

Liu Yonglu stood up and took a meat roll from a table in the distance.

On the other side of the table, Xiaohu was slowly dipping his pancake into Babat's spicy and sour bean sauce, while Mr. Shani was carefully putting the fillings in the pancake and handing it to Ling'er.

Seeing Xia Ni's behavior, a word popped into Liu Yonglu's mind: "old slave".

But it's not bad for Shani. Ling'er is indeed a man of great learning. She has a lot of knowledge in her head. And Mr. Shani is particularly hungry for knowledge, so he volunteered to take care of his master's... little niece.

"Ling'er, do you know how to keep fish alive in boiling water?"

After handing over the burrito, Shani said humbly.

"Who gave you this question?"

"My master..."

"Shallow souls can only come up with such dry assumptions. This question is not difficult... raising fish in boiling water... This is not ordinary boiling water, this is a certain god's..."

Liu Yonglu could not understand a word of Ling'er's answer. She spoke in the same way, vague and unclear, without paying attention to the end. Mr. Shani nodded frequently and occasionally looked as if he had suddenly realized something.

"Mr. Richie, what did you say to Bastoli in the dreamland just now?" Milly Tang looked at Ling'er with a frown.

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten it."

Liu Yonglu wiped his mouth with a napkin:

"The electric parachute is related to the Lost Sea. We need to confirm the attitude of the Gear Church. I am worried that this group of missing limbs is aiming to monopolize something in the Lost Sea, and they will cause trouble at the launch ceremony later.

But it's okay, Bastoli said they were going there for revenge.

Revenge has nothing to do with us. If he wants to take revenge, let him do it. Who can stop him?"

"revenge?"

The Gear Cult is one of the more established large religious groups in the Western Continent. Its reputation will surely rise again after the Expo. They want revenge... but I'm afraid their target won't be ordinary humans.

"Then don't worry about the Gear Cult for now. No matter how you seek revenge, it won't reach you, Ricky.

The focus is still on Wordsworth, Ricky. We will sit in the front seats at the press conference later. Let’s get through this first... I always feel like something is not right..."

……

"Girl, your balloon."

At the main entrance of the Expo, DeLorean, wearing an ordinary brown wool coat, a pen in his pocket, and amber glasses, was handing a black-faced sheep balloon to the little girl. The little girl happily took the Expo mascot, returned to her parents, and walked briskly into the venue.

"Miss Delorean, would you like to take a break and have some lunch?"

A fat man who was in charge of inflating the balloons came over and asked in a low voice.

"No, the electric parachute will be released in...an hour or so. I'll eat after the release."

DeLorean and Fatty are both investigators in disguise. It would be better to leave the job of gatekeeping to the Sheriff's Department. The people in the Investigation Department disguised themselves as ordinary venue staff and scattered around.

"Who are those people?"

DeLorean pointed to the front, and a group of men and women in old clothes entered the venue without having their tickets checked, led by a middle-aged woman in front of them.

"Looks like... a friar. I'll go ask the sheriff."

Delorin nodded. She knew the Mendicant Order, which was a branch of the Holy Maiden Sect. There were not many members and they believed in simple living without a church. Most of the time, they went to the Continental Expo to seek money from those wealthy factory owners.

"Miss Delorean, I have made it clear that it is indeed the Mendicant Order. Should we check it out?"

"of course."

Delorin sat at the door and observed the citizens and merchants coming and going, paying special attention to this large civilian group. The investigation department had sorted out some of the Wordsworth sect's behavior styles based on the previous report on the Noviden riot.

The opponent's gods seem to have some special ability to convert believers in large numbers.

And what DeLorean holds is an ancient relic borrowed from the Containment Department, which has the ability to identify divine creatures.

However, since it is an ancient relic, it has a price to use, so DeLorean will only take it out when he sees those suspicious people coming in and out.

DeLorean called an investigator to take over the shift, and she quietly took out an ancient book from the silver box under the table.

The cover of the ancient book is dark, and I don't know what kind of leather it is made of. There is a copper knob switch on the spine. Although there is no lock, the user cannot open the book.

Pretending to be a passing clerical worker, Dolores carried a book and walked through the crowd of mendicant monks and entered the venue.

The ancient book did not respond, and DeLorean turned around and walked back to his post.

"DeLorean, is everything going well over there?"

Carol's voice sounded from behind, and he was seen walking hurriedly to the other side of the venue holding a cardboard box.

"Nothing happened."

Seeing Carol's impatient expression, DeLorean took two quick steps towards his captain:

"Captain, is everything going well in the venue?"

"So far, it's not bad. Ricky just killed another pagan. But according to Marquette and Lin Brown's analysis, there are still some unstable factors in the venue, and the containment department..."

Carol kept walking as she spoke. DeLorean was short and had short legs, so she couldn't keep up after a few steps. Besides, she still had her job to do, so she said goodbye and left the venue.

As soon as she left the venue, she heard a noise coming from a distance. The sound was not loud, as if construction workers were tamping the foundation.

"Did you hear that? Is there anyone working on the construction around here?"

"Miss Delorean, did you hear that, too? I just asked the sheriff and he said that a mining company was commissioned to renovate the basement of a factory.

It rained heavily in New Nullen a few days ago, and the foundation of the old house has problems, but it is far from the venue, so it shouldn’t have much impact.”

The fat man next to him stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance.

Delorean felt something was not right, so she called a sheriff to come over and take a look. However, the street in front of the venue was already clogged with carriages, so even if the sheriff had any news, he wouldn't be able to bring it back for a while.

……

"Mr. Wordsworth, Father God...when are you going to take action?"

Francis was alone in the warehouse at the back, leaving Wordsworth and Alva alone at the stand.

"Alva, do you know that all your questions now will fall into the ears of Father God without missing a word, so why don't you ask him yourself?"

Looking at the huge bronze clock hanging in the venue, Wordsworth could not help but tremble slightly with nervousness as he saw that it was half an hour until one o'clock.

The people from the Church of Wisdom made such a big noise just now, so Wordsworth naturally mixed in with the crowd and watched quietly.

Although he did not see Liu Yonglu tricking Bastoli into performing the puppet show, he saw the subsequent "confrontation" between the people from the Investigation Department and the Wisdom Church.

It turns out that Ricky is not far away...

It was not until today that he met the investigation team leader for the first time. Thinking about how the other party had ruined his plans several times in recent months, he felt a little panicked for no reason.

Alva did not leave the booth. Mr. Francis was sitting next to him when Wordsworth left, and he did not dare to make any rash moves.

When Milly Tang brought reinforcements, Alva saw his father from afar through the crowd.

This was the first time in five years that he was so close to him. Alva quickly lowered his head and averted his gaze, fearing that his eyes or expression would betray himself.

Maybe I don't need to do anything today. With Mr. Rich and his men here, as well as the Royal Guards and the Wisdom Cult, can Wordsworth and his men really assassinate my father and take away his invention in public? ?

Alva turned his head away and tried to catch a furtive glance at Francis.

But the next second he was met with Francis' playful eyes. His facial expressions were still changing. In the morning he was still a refreshing middle-aged man, but now he had turned into an indifferent young man with a slightly decadent temperament.

Of course, this change was extremely slow and unnoticeable. Alva didn't even feel any abruptness or discomfort, as if Francis was supposed to be like this.

Not only can he change his appearance, he can even distort the memories of those around him...

Alva swallowed and quickly lowered his head again.

One should not look down upon gods at all; their power and indifference are far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Alva, it's time to let you know our plans later."

Francis' voice behind the curtain interrupted Alva's thoughts. At this time, Francis' voice was as slimy as a poisonous snake.

Wordsworth respectfully brought a chair to Francis and asked him to sit next to him.

"Things have changed a bit, but they're not serious. I've been given enough time to sort everything out."

Francis looked up at the glass dome above his head, then patted Alva's thigh. Alva's whole body tensed up as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake.

"Alva, listen carefully. I need you to help me with something later."

(End of this chapter)