Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 418 Materials Required for Forbidden Spells

At the market, two small vendors just looked up at the high platform in the distance, and a strange sense of absurdity arose in their hearts.

The patron saint of the saint was to sit on a high platform on Candlemas Day to fight the Sahagun heretics...

This is such a bizarre plot that even a bard couldn't come up with.

"The saint's compassion shines upon the earth. Boss, you are going to sell this fish later, right?"

Mirabeau turned around when he heard a customer calling him. At that moment, a young priest in a white robe and a pot-cut hairdo was standing in front of the fish stall. He was pushing a wheelbarrow filled with a lot of cabbages and turnips. It seemed that he had come out of the Holy See to buy food.

"This fish? This fish... not many people usually eat it. Today, the people on the fishing boat gave it to me. I suggest you try the lionfish and sardines. They were just caught today and are very fresh."

When Mirabeau saw that they were from the Saint's sect, he introduced them enthusiastically.

The fish the priest was pointing at was bright silver in color, had a very long body, and had very sharp teeth. Victorians usually eat very little of this kind of fish, and if they can't sell it, they can only feed it to cats.

"I want this one. A big shot specifically asked for this fish. I went to many stores but couldn't find it."

"Okay, how much do you want?"

"Leave it all to me. I don't know if I can find it next time."

The fish itself was not very valuable, and Mirabeau did not dare to offend the priests of the Saint's sect, so he only asked for five silver coins.

The man with the pot-cover head continued to push the cart forward. As the sun rose in the east, more and more citizens came to the market to buy and sell things.

Most of the discussion was about Cosmos brand cigarettes and the debate between Saint Barlaam and the heretics that took place a few days later.

"The saint's compassion shines on the earth. Hello, boss. I want to buy a few bags of charcoal made from jujube wood. Do you have any?"

The guy with the pot-cut hair pushed his cart to the grocery stand and asked the bespectacled boss inside.

"Charcoal? Why buy these at this time?" The boss pushed his glasses, his voice full of confusion.

"I need it in the kitchen, but I don't know what to buy it for?"

"Hey... Tommy, help me watch the stall. I'm going to get some charcoal for the priest of the Saint's Sect."

The boss called a friend to help, and then explained to the pot-covered man:

"I put all the sundries that I don't need in my warehouse. Fortunately, it's not far away, just in the basement on the corner. Can you accompany me to get it?"

The man with the pot-cut hair smiled embarrassedly and followed the boss to a private house. The front door of the house was a pawn shop. The boss took the key from his waist and unlocked the small door of the house.

It seems that he rented someone else's basement alone.

The guy with the pot cover found a piece of canvas to cover the wheelbarrow bed, and then went into the basement with his boss.

"How is it? Is there any problem with the Holy See?"

After entering the room and turning on the lights, the bespectacled boss' voice suddenly turned cold.

"It's still the same. Our people followed the horse team participating in the Candlemas Festival and entered the Holy See in batches. Everything went smoothly. The Saint's Cult could not detect any flaws."

Pot-Head opened a can of grease from the table and wiped his slightly cracked hands.

He has never been a person who is easily proud and complacent. On the contrary, he is very cautious in his work style. It is precisely because of this that he is highly regarded by the Virgin Mary.

The reason why the Holy See cannot see through these people’s flaws is that these people themselves do not know that they have been blessed by the Virgin Mary.

Even if the inquisitors tortured them or used threats and inducements, they would sincerely praise the Saint and express their infinite loyalty to the Saint's sect.

until……

The jar-cut guy picked up a calendar from the table. There were only three days left until Candlemas.

Then they will be inspired by the Virgin Mary and repent for their past blind faith and ignorance. "What's the situation outside the Holy See?" the pot-cut man asked the grocery store owner.

"Although we don't want to admit it, it's worse than we thought. I don't know when things started to take a turn for the worse."

The boss wiped his glasses and continued:
“Originally, many of the old nobles of Victoria were dissatisfied with the Holy See, but now some of them are frightened by that damned Saint Barlan and dare not act rashly.

There are also some people who have interests related to Alfonso. Now their lives and fortunes are tied to Cosmos brand cigarettes. It is probably unrealistic to expect them to take action against the Holy See. "

"What about the people?"

The nobles were more cautious and weak, and would not risk their lives and property unless they were absolutely sure.

“Not optimistic either, and it’s also related to Cosmic brand cigarettes.

There were already many poor people in Piedmont who were driven into despair by us. They had no stable jobs, and their families were burdened with heavy debts and were on the verge of surviving.

But those damn Cosmic cigarettes came out!
They seem to have found a false spiritual sustenance, that they can become rich overnight just by buying a few packs of cigarettes or picking up discarded cigarette cards. It's fucking crazy!"

When talking about the unpleasant things, the bespectacled boss showed a fierce look on his face. Things were developing too quickly and were getting a little out of control.

"I have to go back first. Give me the charcoal. Don't worry, controlling the Holy See is the key. The people will only believe in authority. There is nothing to worry about."

"I hope so. By the way, what do you want the charcoal for?"

"St. Baran needs it."

"What!? Why didn't you tell me earlier? I could have made some preparations in advance."

The pot-covered man looked disdainful and shook his head and said:

"What are you preparing? Poisoning? Do you think the people from the Inquisition won't check after I buy the things back? Don't be silly. Any complications will only expose us in advance."

The grocery store owner nodded, then asked in confusion:
"What would a fake saint buy these for?"

"I think it has something to do with the forbidden spell he is going to cast on Candlemas Day, so you must pass on the information about the charcoal and the long silver fish."

"They should all be materials for forbidden spells! No problem, leave it to me."

……

At the same time, inside the Holy See, Liu Yonglu was lying on a hammock on the hillside of the Holy See with a small bowl in his hand, which was placed on his belly.

"There is nothing to worry about in the world, only mediocre people worry about it... Pah..."

Liu Yonglu was enjoying the sunbath while eating grapes with his eyes squinting, while Millie Tang, Xiaohu and Ling'er were sitting or lying beside him, enjoying the relaxing vacation time.

"You will have to debate in three days..."

Millie Tang moved her eyes away from the book in her hand and glanced at Liu Yonglu of the Five Ridges and Six Beasts. She originally wanted to remind this guy to "debate".

But when I think of this guy's mouth, it seems there is no need to remind him.

"Aren't you afraid of being exposed during the fight?"

"What are you afraid of? When dealing with this kind of martial arts scum, there is no need to follow the rules of the martial arts world. We can just go into the circle and kick BK together. Do you hear me? Xiaohu, Ling'er."

Millie Tang rolled her eyes. It turned out that this guy was counting on Xiaohu and the others to do something behind the scenes... But this was a safe bet. After all, he was Saint Baran. The people from the Saint's faction would probably pretend not to see anything even if they saw him.

“But we can’t take it lightly.”

Liu Yonglu sat up from the hammock and showed a rare serious expression. He asked in a deep voice:

"Do you want to have mutton hotpot at noon and hairtail fish at night? Or do you want to have fish hotpot at noon and mutton hotpot at night?"

(End of this chapter)