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Chapter 393: Familiar Person
Of course it was Liu Yonglu who responded to Alpia in the secret room. At this time, he and Milly Tang were huddled in the gap between the two sculptures. But why couldn't Alpia see these two people after wandering around for a few times?

It was because the two of them had put on Liu Yonglu’s ancient relic in advance.

A few minutes ago, there was a strange noise outside, and the four people in the basement naturally heard it. Ling'er and Xiaohu also felt a special breath of forbidden magic. They went out to see the situation and left Liu Yonglu and Millie Tang in the basement.

Liu Yonglu had made full preparations before coming here today. His small leather bag was bulging with his ancient relics, including the two that the Gear Church priest had repaired for him last month.

Handkerchief and gown.

The handkerchief was fine...except that Liu Yonglu still hadn't figured out its specific purpose, the priests of the Gear Church at least did not disappoint Liu Yonglu in terms of shape.

But as for the gown...it was quite different from what Liu Yonglu had expected.

This was not because Father Sita was not paying attention, but mainly because of Liu Yonglu. He had a good idea at the beginning. He drew a pattern himself, and the width of the shroud itself was enough. Father Sita cut and trimmed it according to the pattern, and nothing went wrong.

But Liu Yonglu...thought the job of a tailor was too simple and made the mistake of taking things for granted.

After he finished drawing, he patted his butt and left. Sita stood in the room, looking at the drawing in his hand... He had no idea what he was drawing. People in this world had never seen a gown. How to button the front and how to open the slits on the sides of the gown, Father Sita had no idea at all!

Two days later, Liu Yonglu took Xiaohu out and happened to pass by the residence of the Gear Church, so he went upstairs to take a look.

"Mr. Richie, I have already made this handkerchief for you... and this gown of yours, maybe..."

Seeing Liu Yonglu coming to get something, Father Sita first sent away a few apprentices around him, then he scratched the two gears on his eye sockets with his hands and continued to explain:
"I have figured out the principle of this improved version of the ancient relic. Don't worry, it still functions the same as before, and it has even been improved to a higher level in terms of safety, but..."

"Just speak frankly. I have a long-standing friendship with the Wisdom Divine Church. There is nothing I cannot say."

Since people were working for him for free, Liu Yonglu felt embarrassed to yell at them and had to appease them with kind words.

"It's the style you drew. I'm afraid I can't make it exactly the same. How about I make this piece of cloth into a coat that's similar to what you investigators usually wear. You can wear it when you go out to investigate a case, and it won't look out of place, right?"

"Okay, the coat."

Liu Yonglu's idea of ​​modifying the gown was just a whim. After all, ancient relics are all about the effect, there is no need to be too fancy.

Two days later, Liu Yonglu went there again alone. This time, he also took a bag of oranges and two packs of cigarettes. When he arrived at the study on the second floor, Father Sita and his two apprentices were looking at the shroud on the table with a ruler and worrying:
"Captain Ricky, didn't I tell you last time that I wanted to make a coat? I've been thinking about it these past two days.

But when it came time to cut it, I discovered a problem. There were bloodstains on the shroud. If it were made into a coat, the bloodstains would be sewn in the most conspicuous position on the front.

It can be done, but the aesthetics are... a little lacking.

Otherwise, let's not make you a coat. I'll sew you a suit, and if I trim it, it will just cover up the bloodstain."

Liu Yonglu stood there, smacking his lips, thinking, how come the gown has changed into a suit? But a suit is fine, the most traditional way of performing crosstalk is definitely to wear a gown.

However, later on some special occasions, such as evening parties, some old gentlemen would go on stage wearing suits, and I had worn them twice in the troupe before.

Just wear a suit.

Liu Yonglu exchanged a few more words with the priest before leaving the mansion and returning to Millie Tang's home.

As the day of going to the Holy See drew closer, the call from the Church of Wisdom continued unanswered. Liu Yonglu had no choice but to buy two boxes of snacks and go over to supervise.

This time Father Sita was waiting for him directly at the gate.

Although the priest had no eyes, his smile was quite bright. When he heard Liu Yonglu's footsteps, he quickly took two steps and took the snack from Liu Yonglu's hand:

"Captain Ricky, I actually wanted to call you a few days ago, but the Pope happened to be looking for me for something, so I got interrupted and wasted my time.

Didn’t we say last time that we would use the material to make you a nice suit…”

"What's the reason this time?" Liu Yonglu was a little confused. Could it be that these people from the Gear Sect were deliberately dragging their feet and not doing the job properly?

But when I think about it carefully, it’s not possible. The handkerchief I made before was very fast and good. I guess it’s really difficult to make gowns and suits.

"That's the kind of thing. There's no problem making a suit.

But suits are different from other clothes. They need to be worn neatly and decently. If the material is too soft, the suit will always sag...

You know what I mean, so I cut a small sample and tried it out, and it didn't seem to work.

"Why don't we wear a suit... I'll use this material to make you a pair of dungarees! The kind you wear when doing farm work in the countryside. You won't mind if you get a little dirty when wearing them, right?"

Hey! Father Sita is really good at thinking.

Oh, the gown becomes a coat, the coat becomes a suit, the suit becomes a dungarees, and then the dungarees become what? Can you change my pants?
Just don't let him do whatever he wants. "Father Sita, the idea of ​​dungarees is not bad... You... haven't cut it out yet?"

Liu Yonglu asked cautiously first, don't look back because they have almost finished the work for you.

"No, I just typed out the proofs on paper, and I haven't cut them yet unless you agree."

"That's fine, let's just do it. Let's not wear suits or dungarees anymore. Just make me a cloak and I'll wear it myself."

Liu Yonglu thought, if he couldn't make a gown, he could at least make a hero's cloak. It would be convenient to put it on outside whatever he wore.

“Captain Ricky, you don’t look down on my craftsmanship.

Don’t look at my poor eyesight, but when it comes to crafting improved versions of ancient relics in the Divine Cult, I dare say no one can surpass me.”

Father Sita was still a little jealous, his face was stiff, and he didn't think of giving in.

"What are you thinking? A cloak is...it looks so majestic when worn!
Later, when I put on the cloak you made for me, when others ask me where it came from, I can explain it in detail, and it will show how powerful our Wisdom God Church is."

Liu Yonglu praised him a few more times, and Father Sita's expression finally looked a little better.

Liu Yonglu saw this and thought, I won’t go back to wait today. If I go back to wait, I don’t know what trouble Xita will play on me. I’ll just watch him do it!

Liu Yonglu was drinking tea and eating snacks in the study, while Sita was cutting and wrapping the edges with special brass wire, and finally fastening it with gear-shaped buckles as buttons. Only then was this heroic cloak completed!
At this time, Liu Yonglu and Millie Tang were hiding under the cloak.

When Alpia came in, the two of them started playing hide-and-seek with him while wearing cloaks. According to Millitang's temper, she would have just hit Alpia out of the blue and that would have been the end of it.

But Liu Yonglu couldn't resist the temptation as it was his first time experiencing this ancient relic, so he quietly took away the black robe that Alpia had spread on the ground.

"No forgiveness!? Is the basement of the monastery the tomb of some saint?"

Alpia just said it out loud! Although he was shirtless now, he was sweating all over. Looking around, Alpia recalled the allegorical stories of the saints preaching in the paintings.

The one who answered just now was a man's voice. Monasteries and churches are usually the resting places of high-ranking clergy. Could it be that the aura of the saints is still there? Otherwise, where is my black robe! ?
There must be a saint in this basement!

Alpia hesitated for a while...

The words he had just spoken to ask for the Saint's forgiveness were also a sudden change, and he blurted them out. If he really wanted to convert to the Saint again now...hiss...he thought about it and realized that he was fickle, being rude at first and respectful later, and he was afraid that the Saint would not let it go.

At this time, Alpia's mentality has stabilized a little. Regardless of whether he is a saint or not, he will just go out first!

Thinking of this, Alpia closed his eyes, and the soul imprisoned in the body seemed to sink into the deep sea in an instant. The dim lights in the basement, the dust floating in the air, and the two statues staring at him seemed to disappear.

He could feel the thriving vitality in his body ready to burst out, and the muscles in his originally well-proportioned and pale left arm suddenly exploded!

Blood flowed down his pores. The heavy stone platform that was originally placed at his feet became light in his hands like a child's toy, and he lifted it over his shoulder easily.

Alpia still held the dagger in his right hand, holding it in front of him to clear the way.

"Can we make him lie down on the ground now?"

Millie Tang muttered something unhappily in the darkness. Until this moment, she felt that Liu Yonglu did it on purpose. The two of them were hiding under a cloak, so they must be very close to each other.

Liu Yonglu held her hand and she leaned in his arms. Even though they were in the cold basement, Millie Tang still felt her face burning and she felt like a steamed shrimp.

"Okay, that's about it. Xiaohu and the others should be back soon."

Liu Yonglu couldn't help smiling. It was the first time for him to put on this cloak. He felt that the outside world had changed color. It was quite interesting.

While Alpia was circling in the basement, Milly Tang had already sprinkled the potion on the sculpture without anyone noticing.

As Millitan silently recited the spell, a shrill scream suddenly echoed in the basement. Alpia's eyes suddenly became fearful and evasive, as if he saw some incredible and horrifying illusion. This was the effect of Millitan's forbidden spell.

"You succeeded, take the old blanket back quickly."

Millie Tang jumped out quickly with a red face, but Liu Yonglu remained unmoved. He tilted his head and stared blankly at a corner of the basement.

Just when he was about to take away the cloak, his peripheral vision suddenly caught a glimpse of the corner of the wall, where... Liu Yonglu clearly saw a sloppy middle-aged man with long hair, hiding in the corner and looking at him curiously.

He had definitely seen that face before... He had some impression of it... But he couldn't remember who it was at the moment...

(End of this chapter)