Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 412: Distinguishing loyalty from treachery!
Liu Yonglu wiped the dust off his face and said with a grin.

Is he panicking? He is not panicking at all.

My identity now is Saint Barlan! Let alone causing a small library to collapse, even if half of the Holy See building was demolished and turned into a breakfast shop, Kosander would probably have to grit his teeth and agree.

The identity of Saint Balaam is known not only to the Holy See, but almost to the entire Victoria. In addition, he will have to fight with the Sahagunites at the Candlemas at the end of the month.

Complaining to him at this time will only do harm to the Holy See, not good.

So Liu Yonglu acted as if nothing had happened.

"Go back and take a bath first. You've become a little clay figure. I'll be back soon."

Liu Yonglu sent Millitang away, and Kosander dismissed the onlookers. The five of them returned to the dining room, and Bill and several other judges followed for safety reasons.

"Everyone, everyone, please wait a moment. I will bring you the steamed bread."

After Liu Yonglu entered the house, he took the towel from Bill and wiped his face, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Still eating steamed bread? Even Kosander was a little impatient sitting there, for he was afraid that Saint Barlan would run away again. Fortunately, this time, Liu Yonglu really came out with a plate of steamed bread within three minutes.

Liu Yonglu had prepared today's steamed bread in advance. He got up early and prepared the ingredients. He just heated it up on the fire before climbing through the window and escaping. Now it was all golden and yellow on the plate, ready to be eaten.

"It's hot from the pan, try it."

The steamed bread was placed on the table, but no one reached out to take it. Who is as careless as him?

Liu Yonglu was not shy. He picked one up and put it in his mouth. He hadn't eaten dinner and was really hungry after the meal.

"Do you want to hear what just happened?"

After eating half of the steamed bread, Liu Yonglu asked Bill to pour him a glass of milk before he spoke.

There were two main reasons why Liu Yonglu did not tell the truth to Kosander before. First, he could not completely trust the people in the Holy See. He had a good relationship with the little genius brother and sister, but he could only be considered a spiritual friend of the cardinal. They had never met or talked to each other. He had no idea what kind of person he was and did not want to tell the truth easily.

After spending a few days together and smoking cigarettes with him, Liu Yonglu felt that there shouldn't be any major problems with Kosander, but it was hard to say for the other bishops.

The second is that what the Saint told him is of great importance. If too many people know the truth about the world's restart, there may be some adverse consequences.

So until now he is prepared to hold back.

"What's the matter? Of course it's something the Saint Lady told me to do. Do you see the things in this box? The Saint Lady told me to take them out."

Liu Yonglu patted the box beside him.

"Since it is the oracle of the Saint, you can tell us and let us help you dig for the holy relics."

Archbishop Kosander gave a bitter smile. Starving us for three days is not a big deal, but Saint, you are taking the witch with you to take risks. If something unexpected happens, how can we explain it to the believers?

"Oh! No, no, this is a serious matter. I don't trust...I don't trust others with it."

After Liu Yonglu ate the two steamed buns, he felt relieved. What's more, the steamed buns he made tasted very good. They were sweet but not greasy, and had rich layers. They were very filling.

He was not speaking nonsense. He had seen clearly in the underground space just now the scraps of priest's robes hanging on the white giant. There were bad guys in the Holy See... too.

Bishop Kosander glanced at Bill who was standing beside him, and Bill was also looking at him.

Saint Balaam knew that there was a traitor in our Holy See? But this is normal. Saints are almost omniscient, and the conspiracy of evil spirits and demons will definitely be exposed in the eyes of saints.

It seems that I should not ask any more questions today. It would be better to find some time tomorrow to sort out the holy objects in the box with the saint in private.

"You really don't want to eat it? It tastes good, but a little choking. It's better for you to eat it with black tea and milk." Liu Yonglu pushed the plate in front of him. He was still giving in.

"Really, no need, Mr. Saint Baran, you may be tired today, why don't you go back and rest first?"

Bishop Campion spoke with a serious expression. He had a vague feeling that there was something else behind Saint Baran's words, but he did not expect that Archbishop Kosander had that level of meaning.

Since Saint Barlan is unwilling to say more, no one can force him to speak, so let's just discuss it tomorrow.

"Hey! I'm not tired. I advise you to try this steamed bread. First, it's not as delicious when it's cold as when it's hot.

Second, have you seen this thing before?"

"Mr. Saint Baran, I have never seen him."

The Bishop of Lorraine answered honestly, "People from the Holy See have never seen steamed bread!"
"Then let me tell you about it. The nickname of this thing is Wotou. The Saint Lady also gave it a big name, called the Great Cake of Sincerity, which can distinguish between loyalty and treachery, and good and evil.

If a good person eats it, he will only feel that it tastes sweet and his stomach is satisfied.

But if someone with evil intentions eats it, his intestines will be ruptured immediately... die a horrible death!"

Liu Yonglu's expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book. He was smiling just now, but now he glared, slammed the table, and glanced at the people in the room with an intimidating look.

Archbishop Kosander nodded secretly and said that there must be a deep meaning behind Saint Barlaan's dinner invitation. It turned out that this steamed bun was not ordinary and could distinguish between loyalty and treachery, and good and evil.

"Then I will try the cooking of Saint Baran."

Kosander stood up and took the lead, picking up a steamed bread, breaking off a piece and stuffing it into his mouth. Hey! You can't say it, this thing made by Saint Baran is really delicious, it seems to be made of cornmeal, but it doesn't irritate the throat, it's sweet and soft, and has a unique flavor.

The old man was so happy that he showed off most of it.

"Then I'll try it too..."

Bishop Campion did not move at first. After St. Baran finished speaking, he fell into deep thought. How to distinguish between loyalty and treachery, good and evil? Who dares to say that he has never done anything wrong in his life? Especially since Campion is in charge of secular affairs, he can only do many things... choose the lesser of two evils.

So he hesitated, but stole a glance at Saint Barlan's expression. It didn't seem like a joke. He might have to eat today.

So Campion made up his mind, stood up, grabbed a steamed bread and stuffed it into his mouth.

He had prepared himself to die, but after eating half of it, he was fine. After finishing the whole thing, he felt nothing except a little full.

Joyful at having survived the disaster, Campion stood up again and took a steamed bread and put it in his hand.

"Your Excellency Saint Baran, I am old. Can I share a steamed bread with Bishop Kosander?"

Bishop Lorraine's wise eyes flickered.

"That won't do. If you want to eat it, eat the whole thing. Guys, don't just stand there. Take one each."

Liu Yonglu invited the judges standing on both sides to come over and eat. His steamed bun... was just an ordinary steamed bun. At best, it had richer ingredients and was steamed softer. Apart from filling you up, it had no other special effects.

The whole thing was done just to see the reactions of the people present.

Saint Baran had said so, how could Bill and the others dare not eat? The other two bishops and several judges took a steamed bread in their hands and ate it carefully.

Liu Yonglu asked Bill for a pack of cigarettes and continued to observe while smoking.

His eyes are not ordinary, they are the result of practice. If you want to practice ancient magic, you must practice your eyes first. When your eyes can barely keep up with the hands of the master, then you will be considered successful!
Soon, Liu Yonglu caught a glimpse of the fat Bishop Contaldo secretly putting the broken pieces of steamed bread down his sleeves.

Hey! I didn’t expect to have an unexpected gain today!
(End of this chapter)