Chapter 060: The Holy See

In the morning, the flow of people in Golden Town was slightly better than when they first came in yesterday afternoon.

Garcia and Yophiel were at the market, having breakfast at a random stall.

Perhaps no matter how secluded a person is, he or she still needs to eat, so at this moment, there are quite a few people coming and going to buy fresh ingredients.

Garcia ordered a table full of local specialties, mostly simple stews, and invited Yophiel to eat with him.

He looked around and saw that the shopkeeper was busy and there were no other customers around. He whispered, "Since you have decided to adapt to this body, you should develop good eating habits."

This persuaded Yophiel to try foods that he was not really interested in.

"Oh, right," Garcia said, chewing on a burrito while reporting on his work. "I didn't have time to mention this last night—I noticed a lot of dust and water accumulated in front of those shops. This means not only are the gold shops closed, but the customers are gone, too."

Perhaps because the rye burrito was a little choking, Garcia's throat felt uncomfortable, so he picked up the grapefruit juice and drank it in big gulps.

Then I heard Yophiel say expressionlessly: "It's not dust, it's corpse powder, corpse..."

"puff!"

“…”

"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Garcia stood up, walked over the small folding wooden table, and hurriedly wiped Yophiel's face with a handkerchief.

The Archangel's cold and handsome face was completely ruined by the grapefruit juice spurting out of his mouth.

"You're such a jerk." Seeing that Yophiel didn't blame him, Garcia became even more arrogant. "Do you have to pick a time when I'm drinking water to say something like this?"

"..." Jophiel remained silent for a while while the blond boy carefully wiped the juice off his eyelashes. Suddenly, he said, "It's my fault. Next time, I won't say such irritating words when you're drinking water."

Garcia paused.

What happened to the chairman? How did he wake up from a nap and become so considerate to his subordinates?

After sitting back down, Garcia tentatively said, "Then let's go investigate the gold shop and go to bed early, okay? I'm afraid of the dark."

Unexpectedly, Yophiel nodded in agreement quickly.

Something is wrong! This is so wrong!

Can capitalists turn over a new leaf and become new people?

Garcia asked suspiciously, "What kinds of flowers are there in the temple?"

"Spring grass, annual grass, moonflower, pansy, dandelion and grape hyacinth." Jophiel answered without hesitation.

Although I don't know why Garcia asked this.

But it was obvious that the silver-haired man had great patience when treating him.

"Huh—" Garcia breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I was not possessed by any strange creature.

Consider it the Archangel finally showing some humanity.

Thinking of this, Garcia continued to eat happily, cleaned up the battlefield by himself, and before leaving, he packed a bag of fried dried fish as a snack.

…

After knocking on the doors of shops along the street and no one answered, Garcia finally gave up on trying to enter the seller's market.

"I think maybe we should go to the cemetery as you said," Garcia compromised.

He lifted his feet, looked at the dust on the soles of his boots, and immediately felt a chill.

Garcia felt his stomach churn whenever he thought that the ashes on his shoes and even on the corners of his robe were actually the ashes of a corpse that had been dead for who knows how many years.

Fortunately, Daming had packed quite a lot of clothes for him, so he used them that day.

After figuring it out, Garcia stopped refusing.

No matter whether you go early or late, you have to go to the source to take a look, you can't escape it.

It's better to have a little sunshine during the day than to go to the cemetery under dark clouds at night to watch the living dead dancing.

The two were walking on the way to a cemetery in the suburbs.

They didn't meet anyone along the way.

But when they were about to reach the cemetery, when they saw a building that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar, not only Garcia, but even Jophiel, was stunned -

The towering pure white exterior walls, the rounded curved dome, the short and wide building body, and the central fountain and large green areas that can be seen through the iron gate.

If it’s not a Vatican-style building, what is it?

Garcia tugged at the cloak of the man beside him. "Did you know there's a branch church here?"

"I don't know." There was no emotion in Jophiel's voice.

But Garcia always felt that Yophiel was quite justified when he said the three words "I don't know".

"How could you not know?" Garcia lamented. "That shabby little hotel we stayed in last night was so unhygienic, the food was so terrible, it wasn't even safe to sleep in. Do you know how much it cost?"

Garcia held up a finger. "Half a silver bar! Half a bar!"

Yophiel: “…”

Garcia asked, "As the head of the Holy See, how could you not know that Golden Town has a branch... a branch Holy See?"

Jophiel tried to explain: "Actually, I'm not the head of the Vatican. Amber is. I just..."

"You don't have to say any more!" Garcia was still worried about the half silver bar, which came from his salary. "Anyway, when I get back, I'm going to ask the high priest to reimburse me for the expenses of this business trip, and you must stand by me!"

It was clearly written in his eyes: You also have a share of the money spent.

Jophiel nodded and promised seriously, "I will stand by your side."

Jophiel thought to himself that one should give unlimited support to his partner.

Of course I will stand on Garcia's side and help him get the preferential treatment he deserves from the Vatican.

The two of them were talking to each other in a completely unrelated manner, but surprisingly they reached a consensus.

Seeing Garcia looking at him with a sweet smile on his face again, Yophiel felt that his partner was much easier to coax than Amber, the noisy leopard.

You also have to be much more well-behaved.

"Let's go." Garcia dragged Yophiel's arm and pulled him to turn around and walk towards the branch church.

"I think since the Archdiocese is right next to the cemetery and they haven't reported anything about the living dead, there must be a reason."

"We should get a general idea of the situation before we go and greet those dangerous geckos, right?"

Jophiel asked him, "What is a gecko?"

In fact, Yophiel has become accustomed to Garcia's constant shocking remarks or words that he cannot understand.

This would make him feel that Garcia was really interesting.

"The gecko is the undead creature that was crawling on our window last night," Garcia explained. "More importantly, whether we'll have to pay for accommodation and meals tonight will depend on how our negotiations go. By the way, please don't reveal your identity for now. It's too valuable. It would scare a lot of people to death. Let me think about it. Wait a minute, and then you can say you are..."

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East Continent, Boeing Town.

It was a sunny day as usual, and the afternoon was so quiet that it made people drowsy.

Amber was watering the flowers in the glass greenhouse.

Since Garcia left, in order to avoid trouble, Amber still lied to others that he was still on the holy mountain.

He rarely goes out, so he was not exposed.

It just makes life difficult for the bishop who is being worked hard by him.

"Eli, even if you walk on your paw pads, I can still hear you." After watering a pot of snakeberry, Amber turned slightly and watered a large bunch of double-petaled lilies next to her. Without looking up, she said, "Don't even think about a sneak attack. I have eyes on my back."

Behind him, the snow leopard was slumping its shoulders and sticking its butt out, preparing to jump onto the man's back.

But after hearing these words, he stopped.

Crouching in place, licking his paws gracefully.

"How disgusting." Snow Leopard rolled his eyes, "You're playing with glass marbles again."

Amber didn't react at all to being called disgusting, not even her expression changed.

Instead, a small eyeball hovering in the air suddenly swooped down and killed the snow leopard with a face hug.

The snow leopards took one look at the bead and immediately started fighting.

Snow-white cat fur and pure white bird feathers were flying around in the greenhouse.

Chuer's drifting gaze made Amber groan uncomfortably and her head ache.

He quickly cut off the visual sharing, rubbed his temples which were so painful that his nerves were throbbing, and sat down at the round table.

"hiss--"

Seeing that he was in pain, Snow Leopard stopped playing with Little Eyeball. He walked over leisurely, jumped onto the round table, and asked Amber, who was resting with her eyes closed: "Old man, are you okay?"

"Not good." Amber frowned slightly, "If you keep calling me 'old thing'."

"Tsk, who told you to play marbles? You asked for this headache!"

"I just finished watching the replay of the footage from Jophiel's side when you came in. I didn't have time to cut off the visual sharing."

From what he said, it seems like he's blaming himself for fighting with the glass marbles?

The snow leopard curled his beard and saw that Amber still closed her eyes uncomfortably, so he didn't bother with him.

After a long while, Amber exhaled and slowly opened her eyes.

His eyes were clear, and when he saw the snow leopard lying on the table, and the concern that could not be concealed on its furry face, his expression softened a lot.

Amber stretched out his pampered and meticulously maintained hand and gently scratched the snow leopard's chin.

Then he said, "The situation over at Garcia is a bit strange."

"Hmm?" A question came out of his throat.

The snow leopard squinted its eyes in pleasure from the tickling of its chin, and a silly smile appeared on its face.

"It's quite strange," Amber added. "In a town as prosperous as the capital's Golden Town, shops are closed in broad daylight, and customers no longer venture out to buy things. Instead, they stay warily in their hotel rooms."

"At night, the streets are full of the living dead partying."

"But there is no record of anyone being injured so far... No."

Amber thought for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject: "There is one record of injury, and only that one."

"What?" The leopard moved its butt and changed its posture slightly, "Scratch my right ear."

He ignored it and didn't care about the weird things in Amber's words.

Anyway, things will always be solved. With that big glass bead around, what is there for Leopard to worry about?

Amber did as she was told and scratched his right ear.

After a moment's silence, he suddenly said seriously, "Later, I'll use the monitor to share my vision with Him. Don't provoke the monitor. If the view suddenly shakes, it will give me a headache."

"I know!"

"I really can't."

"Good! You're so long-winded!"

Although he agreed verbally, the Snow Leopard secretly planned in his mind that he would bite the glass marble that flew into his face to death tonight.

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