Chapter 29 Chapter 29 The second pot.
Lin Zhen looked at the blond young man's receding back, patted his niece's shoulder with satisfaction, his eyes full of satisfaction.
There is also the satisfaction of seeing your own pigs grow up and eat cabbages.
"You slept for so long, and when you woke up you ran out without a word. I was worried. You didn't like going out before..."
He muttered a few words, but there was no trace of blame on his face, he even looked very happy.
In his memory, the child has always been withdrawn and introverted, staying at home all day and unwilling to go out.
Now it seems that it is mostly because he cannot cultivate fighting spirit and is often ridiculed by his relatives, so he is more and more unwilling to face others.
In fact, he also disciplined the younger generations in the family and even beat them up, but he was busy after all and could not keep an eye on them every day.
Those people bullied her behind her back, but as long as they didn't seriously injure her and just made a few sarcastic remarks, there was nothing he could do.
When Lin Zhen thought about this, he felt that everything was in order.
What seventeen or eighteen-year-old likes to stay cooped up in the house? Now that no one dares to disrespect her, she must be thinking about going out and having fun more.
What's more, no matter what kind of relationship she had with the archbishop, whether they were attracted to each other or could become friends who could get along well, it was a very good thing.
That kind of person who is good at dealing with people would not put on airs even to a mere vice president of a chamber of commerce, and would always be polite to him.
However, Lin Zhen always felt that the look the archbishop gave his niece was more than just polite respect.
As his mind turned, he couldn't help but think of the family affairs again, "Hey, it was all my fault before. I know you suffered a lot since you were a child..."
"In fact, most people don't develop fighting spirit until they're ten years old," Su Cheng chuckled, "so when they were young, they weren't ridiculed for it."
Lin Zhen was a little embarrassed. "I've talked to them several times, and I've also contacted their parents—"
"No, I'm not here to accuse you," Su Cheng shook his head. "Well, how much does your uncle remember about my past?"
Lin Zhen was confused, and then he thought, could it be that his niece was asking him if he had ever paid attention to her?
I couldn't help but rack my brains to recall all the past events.
Su Cheng listened calmly, making sure that almost everything matched Lin Yun's settings, and there were no gaps or ambiguities.
It's like Lin Yun was replaced by her.
"I have asked many people why you can't gather your fighting spirit. I have also written to several masters, but unfortunately—"
Lin Zhen kept talking, fearing that she wouldn't believe him and would go to get evidence.
Su Cheng shook his head again, "No need, I believe it."
In the original novel, he did this for Lin Yun, and now it should be true.
Lin Zhen looked at her expression carefully and didn't see any anger, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
He paused, looking at the oil-paper bag in Su Cheng's arms, "What is this?"
Su Cheng: "Fried potato balls."
Lin Zhen took a deep breath and looked at the packages carefully. "Is this something you bought from a street stall? Or from a tavern? Is this what you take him out to eat? Why not go to our hotel? And those other places—"
Su Cheng looked up at the sky. "He doesn't lack that little money. Besides, those places are probably full of people who want to curry favor with him. How can we have a good meal?"
Lin Zhen: “…”
She was talking about eating, but he felt that it must be more than just eating.
Lin Zhen suddenly looked up at the road ahead.
The street was quite quiet, the moonlight was obscured by clouds, and the outlines of the towering mansions on both sides were vague. Suddenly, a figure appeared not far away.
As a fifth-level warrior, his senses were naturally sharp. He only took a glance and saw the person clearly in the dim moonlight.
Lin Zhen took a step forward and blocked the girl next to him diagonally behind him, "Mr. Murong."
Su Cheng raised his eyebrows and looked at the blurry shadow in the night.
What is Murong Yue doing here?
They had just met in the downtown area. He couldn't have followed me here, right?
Su Cheng thought uncertainly.
In this situation, Lin Yun would probably make some sarcastic remarks and say something like, "Now that the engagement has been cancelled, stop thinking about me."
She had no such idea at all and was too lazy to say a word.
“…Su Cheng.”
Murong Yue was the first to speak.
He walked slowly, stepped out from the shadow of the green trees on the street, and stood in front of the fence gate of the Lin Mansion.
"Since you already have a relationship with someone from the Vatican, why don't you ask for a breakup?"
He looked past Lin Zhen and looked at the young man behind him, staring at her closely. “With your status and those people, even my father would only agree.”
The so-called identity naturally refers to those favored by God.
In his view, the relationship with the Holy See must also be based on this.
Su Cheng sneered.
She naturally wouldn't tell the truth to explain, "Well, it's like this, because I'm greedy for your marriage cancellation compensation, so I have to wait for you to take the initiative to ask for it."
"You—" Murong Yue's face darkened. "As a person favored by God, are you really short of this money?"
Su Cheng tilted his head. "Everyone favored by the God of Wealth is extremely wealthy, countless times richer than me. They never stop making money, so who would complain about having too much money?"
The god she mentioned was naturally one of the main gods. It was said that this god favored people with business acumen and a thirst for money, and would choose his followers from among them and grant them certain powers.
They may be big jewelers, collectors, black market masters, bankers, etc.
It is said that mithril and gold flow in their blood, and they must always pursue wealth. In fact, they themselves have no desire to stop.
Of course, these are all rumors mentioned in the book. After all, those favored by God are too rare, and no one knows whether the various stories are true or false.
"If you don't want to tell the truth, forget it," Murong Yue closed her eyes. "Su Cheng, when you go to the imperial capital someday, I will defeat you fairly."
"Yes, it must be very difficult for a fifth-level warrior to defeat a second-level mage. If he wins, it must be a very glorious thing!
Su Cheng sneered, "And don't talk about this nonsense. Don't forget what happened before. You'll be sued! You owe me compensation!"
Regardless of whether or not to sue, just say it first when you want to make a threat!
Su Cheng: "Let's see who is the clown then."
Murong Yue seemed to want to speak, but then his expression turned ugly again. It was obvious that he knew she was not afraid of making a big fuss.
He looked at her deeply, then turned and left.
Su Cheng watched him disappear from view and couldn't help but grumble, "Luckily I didn't marry him. I really can't understand this guy's train of thought."
Lin Zhen watched from the side and shook his head. "He thinks everything about you is due to your status as a divinely favored one. Humph, why don't you think about it? Being chosen by the gods is the greatest achievement. Otherwise, why wouldn't they choose him?"
Su Cheng blinked, "So you are jealous of me?"
"It's not necessarily just jealousy," Lin Zhen looked at her. "Chengcheng, don't blame your uncle for being too nosy. Since you look down on this person and don't care how he views you, don't argue with him in the future. If there's a competition between your academies, and he deliberately provokes you to use the power of a divinely favored one, don't listen to him. Just do what's best."
Su Cheng nodded. "I thought so too. He is a nobody. Why should I listen to him?"
Lin Zhen sighed and talked about a friend he once had, who was one of the bodyguard leaders of a caravan. Although he was not a genius, he had good talent. He was proficient in both magic and martial arts. One day, he made a bet with a robber he met on the road. He did not use magic in the fight and was tricked by the other party and died.
"...In terms of ability, Murong Yue is not as good as you, but to be able to reach his current rank at this age, he should not be underestimated."
"I understand, uncle, but don't worry, he is an unlucky person to me. I don't want to gain his approval. It means nothing to me."
She is not Lin Yun, who is always afraid of being looked down upon and whose defenses are easily broken because of this. Her self-esteem is as fragile as paper.
Su Cheng said that he was going out for a while, then went straight to the center of the commercial street and returned to the Mercenary Guild.
As soon as she pushed open the door of the conference room, she breathed a sigh of relief.
The two members who went to the temple to steal things have returned.
"Good evening--"
The silver-haired young man sat on the table, one of his long legs bent and the other hanging in the air, and greeted her lazily.
"Did your date with the Archbishop go well?"
He stared at her with his crimson eyes, his expression unable to tell whether he was happy or angry, and then his gaze fell on the bag in the girl's arms.
"Yes," Su Cheng hugged the oil paper bag tightly and moved silently to the side of the leader, "It's for you."
Kai was still sitting in his original position, with a pile of empty wine bottles beside him. The sweet aroma of cherry wine surrounded him, but there was no sign of drunkenness on his face.
The golden eyes still looked gentle, and the vertical pupils were a little rounder. At first glance, it looked like a harmless big cat.
"Thanks."
The dark-haired man murmured, reaching out to take it, and then eating directly from it.
Sasha raised an eyebrow, looked at the fried potato balls in the captain's hand, and then looked at Su Cheng, "Did you really take White to the shabby tavern on Xiuding Street to eat this?"
Before Su Cheng could say anything, the vampire burst into laughter. "His reaction must be very interesting—"
"...He thought it was delicious," Su Cheng said speechlessly, "although I can't tell now whether that was just a polite remark."
She turned to look at Camus.
The Blood Mage sat at the back of the conference room, leaning back in his chair with his arms folded across his chest. He was frowning, seemingly a little annoyed by his teammates' laughter.
Su Cheng asked them whether the mission went smoothly and what happened with the two earthquakes.
"I don't know," Sasha said casually. "We were both back then. Honey, who do you think we were? We were just stealing something. The people in the Vatican wouldn't know about it. How could we have caused such a commotion?"
"Ah?" Su Cheng felt his mind was in a knot. "You guys said before that if the Archbishop was here—"
Sasha shrugged. "You got him away, that would make it even easier. In fact, even if he were here, he would probably turn a blind eye."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, he might use his mental power to monitor us, and then when he finds out we only stole a little, he won't care. He's very shrewd, and he'll weigh the pros and cons. The cost of catching us is high, but the benefits of catching us are not great. After all, we are all unknown people, not succubi who escaped from the Vatican prison."
The silver-haired young man spread out his hands. "Of course, this is all speculation. We have to show our strength to make him give up the idea of arresting us. Besides, if he happens to be in a bad mood, it will be troublesome."
Su Cheng pondered for a few seconds, "So what's going on with the earthquake?"
"I don't know," Sasha said casually, "but after leaving the temple, I sensed a very uncomfortable spiritual force..."
Su Cheng stood up suddenly.
The three men in the conference room all looked at her.
She suddenly remembered the Archbishop's words and was wondering if the Grand Inquisitor had arrived and started a fight with the people in the temple.
——Yes, even if we are both members of the Vatican, he would beat us up just because he said so.
This kind of thing happens in the book, too.
Su Cheng sat back down silently. "It's okay. I just suddenly thought that if one day I suddenly get into a fight with some weird guy, you guys should stay away from me."
The identities of the three of them seem to be very complicated.
If you provoke a clergyman of that status, you will definitely be in trouble.
But then again, that person is very active. If he wanted to come after me, he would have come to kill me by now.
"I suggest you put aside your thoughts for now."
Camus took out a small crystal bottle and placed it on the table. He stood up and began to clean up the crucible, as he was about to brew the next potion.
Su Cheng's scalp tingled as he watched, and he immediately forgot everything else. "Could it be normal this time? And not that inhumane taste?"
The blond man glanced at her and said nothing.
Su Cheng: “?”
She always felt that this guy was a little unhappy, but she didn't know why.
"And..." Sasha said quietly, "Why did you only buy fried potato balls for the captain? Didn't the captain tell you that I like to eat there too?"
Kai hadn't interrupted their conversation, but had been eating potato balls silently. Only then did he look up at him and said, "No."
Sasha: “…”
Su Cheng couldn't help laughing.
If it were any other time, she would definitely have confronted him, but now he had just helped her.
Su Cheng: "There are dozens of them in that bag. The boss gave me all the remaining stock. It must be enough for you——"
Kai placed the empty paper bag on the table, "Sorry, I thought you really meant it for me alone."
Su Cheng was stunned for a second, "Didn't you say you had dinner?"
Sasha rolled her eyes. "It's already his midnight snack time. Even if you buy a few hundred, there might not be any left."
Su Cheng: “…………”
These were deep-fried potato balls the size of a baby's fist, filled with high-calorie fillings! A whole bag! She carried them the whole way!
Su Cheng silently took out two small oil-paper bags from his pocket, "I also bought blood sausage cubes and pork fat chips——"
Sasha snatched it away and said, "Thank you."
Su Cheng pulled out a paper bag from another pocket and lingered over to a certain blood mage. "These are fried apple rings. I asked the boss to sprinkle some more powdered sugar on them."
The blond man glanced at her, took it silently, opened it slowly and took a bite.
At that moment, the unhappy expression on his face seemed to ease a little.
"...It won't be that bad," Camus said calmly, "I mean your potion."
Su Cheng didn't know if he could trust him.
At sunrise, the second potion was finally ready.
She went home again and brought back two books. While someone was making medicine, she sat in the conference room and read them with relish.
Sasha came over to read with her, and after reading a few lines, she rolled her eyes. "What's the point of this? These people seem to be cast in the same mold."
Su Cheng looked up in surprise, "Ah? You've seen it all?"
"The Seven Gods of Glory all select people according to similar standards, and the ones they choose are all slaves of the Church—"
The vampire snorted disdainfully, "I know without even looking."
"You know nothing," Su Cheng said unhappily, "the same deity can choose followers with different, even completely opposite, personalities. These people in the book are quite different, okay?"
He chuckled softly, "That's just on the surface. In reality, they share many similar traits. That 'sameness' actually comes from the gods themselves."
Su Cheng was stunned. "You said the character of the one favored by the gods is similar to that of the gods themselves?"
The silver-haired young man spread out his hands.
Su Cheng couldn't help but want to refute him.
——Let’s not talk about the God of Law for now, how are I similar to the God of Contract?!
She's not that bad-humored at all!
"Come and take your medicine."
Camus' voice interrupted them.
Su Cheng slowly stood up from the chair and walked with difficulty to the other end of the long table. The short few steps seemed to take him half a lifetime.
"Don't dilly-dally."
Unable to bear it any longer, the blond man grabbed her and pressed her against the edge of the table. "I've tasted it, and it's not as... bitter as last time."
Su Cheng felt that the pause was suspicious.
But the potion this guy had been brewing all night didn't smell very strong in the conference room, just a faint sour smell, so she picked up the bottle skeptically.
Then the first bite was so sour that it almost broke all my teeth.
Su Cheng: “…”
The men in the conference room were all looking at her.
She silently raised her head and drank the bottle of aged vinegar, no, potion.
Su Cheng put the empty bottle aside, then lay down peacefully on the table and closed his eyes quietly.
Camus: “…”
The other two gave him meaningful looks.
"So that's it," Sasha concluded in a poetic tone, "the poor child finally succumbed to the evil blood mage's potion."
Kai was reading a collection of stories about those favored by God. He sighed softly and said, "We will always remember her."
Camus: “…………”
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