Chapter 045 Who is more pretentious
"Please take a seat." The man extended his hand forward, gracefully making an inviting gesture, inviting Garcia to sit across from him. "Hello, Garcia. This is our first official meeting. I'm the High Priestess. You can call me Amber."
Amber, amber.
As her name suggests, High Priest Amber has a pair of bright amber eyes.
He was wearing a robe that was even more elaborate and gorgeous than the one Garcia had spied on him from the same position last night, with many jewel decorations hanging on the front; his hair was silver-white, long and draped behind his head like a satin ribbon; he looked to be around thirty years old, the most charming age for a man, his speech and manners were elegant and mature, but his face was handsome and bookish without any aggression.
It's easy to make people like you.
If Garcia hadn't seen his face change last night.
"Hello, Amber." Garcia pulled out a chair and sat down, then took a sip of the black tea handed to him by the high priest.
The high priest smiled and asked him, "How is it?"
"It's delicious. The flavoring of bergamot and cinnamon is refreshing." As he said this, Garcia couldn't help but close his eyes and took a deep breath of the rich tea aroma.
Suddenly, the dull feeling of oversleeping was taken away by the rising mist.
He couldn't see the sudden sharp gaze of the high priest behind him when he lowered his head and closed his eyes.
When Garcia raised his head again, he always felt that there was something profound in the high priest's eyes when he looked at him.
"Is there something on my face?" Garcia instinctively raised his hand to touch his face. Sure enough, he picked up a piece of grass debris from where he had just slept on the lawn. He smiled sheepishly and said, "Teacher, I'm sorry to have made you laugh."
The high priest just smiled.
He pushed another hardcover book on the table toward Garcia and said, "From now on, I'll personally teach you magic every afternoon. I heard from Daming that you're allergic to incense. Then, until the new incense arrives, we'll hold our lessons in the greenhouse."
When did Damien go to see the high priest? A flash of doubt crossed Garcia's mind.
Without giving it much thought, he nodded. "Okay, I really like this glass greenhouse. Flowers and herbs always bring good moods."
"Thank you." Seeing Garcia's confusion, the high priest explained, "I personally arranged and took care of the greenhouse. I'm glad you like it too."
After the greetings, Garcia opened the hardcover book at the high priest's suggestion.
Compulsory Education Textbook English for Grade 7, Volume 1, People's Education Press
Garcia slammed the cover shut.
I woke up suddenly at noon and saw something dirty.
Garcia rubbed his eyes and opened the title page again. The same shocking words were still there.
He simply removed the outermost cover of the book, and then on the back of the book, he saw a barcode and its reasonable price of nine yuan and forty-three cents.
Garcia: “…”
Garcia stared blankly for a long time, then looked fearfully at the high priest who always had a kind smile on his face: "French bread?"
"I don't understand what you are talking about." To his surprise, the high priest shook his head.
"Then... Hengyuanxiang?" After estimating the age of the high priest, Garcia cautiously threw out an old age joke.
But unfortunately, the high priest still shook his head.
Garcia wasn't sure if the high priest really didn't understand or was just pretending. He bit his lip and said tentatively, "Aren't you curious about what I mean?"
"I'm long past the age of being curious about everything." The high priest smiled. "If you're like me, have lived a long time and seen many bizarre things, you'll understand that sometimes maintaining a sense of distance can make everything around you more harmonious."
He was clearly smiling and spoke gently and politely, but Garcia could not help but feel an extremely strong pressure from his superior.
It was as if the high priest knew everything about him peeking under the wisteria last night.
This possibility made Garcia feel a chill down his spine again.
But the high priest obviously didn't intend to delve further into this warning. He also opened the hardcover book in his hand to the first page and said to the nervous Garcia, "Don't be nervous. I believe in your talent. How about we start with the phonetic symbols?"
…
It was not until the sun gradually set and two large pots of black tea were drunk that the high priest closed the book with a snap and informed Garcia that today's class was over.
Garcia felt relieved.
God knows how he got through this afternoon.
He was a pure foreigner, but he had to pretend that he was learning English for the first time, and pronounced the words haltingly like a child learning to speak.
They also make mistakes on purpose and pretend to be stupid and don't understand the teacher's questions.
Fortunately, when he first came to China to work, the company arranged for him to live with a male college student in an apartment. He learned a lot of interesting secrets from his roommate, so he didn't get caught.
This class doesn't seem like an introductory magic course, but more like a skit assignment report for acting students.
Halfway through the class, Little Eyeball jumped into the teacup and saucer and fell asleep. For the rest of the time, Garcia could only put the teacup directly on the table. Fortunately, the high priest did not deliberately criticize his disrespect in this regard.
So when the high priest announced the end of class, Garcia didn't even have the courtesy to ask the high priest if he wanted to go to the cafeteria with him for dinner. After bowing, he ran away like a flash, holding the junior high school English textbook in his hand.
When he returned to the temple, he felt as if he had forgotten something.
On the other side, the high priest looked at the cups and plates used by Garcia and suddenly laughed.
He stretched out a finger and gently poked the little body with small, bouncy eyes, causing it to burst.
When the little eyeball woke up in shock and flapped its wings to give him a face hug, he changed his face to a serious one and urged solemnly: "Go find him quickly, be careful or Garcia will not want you anymore."
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At night, Garcia was bored and was thinking about the magic he had just learned in his bedroom.
This world is quite interesting indeed – a Western fantasy setting, with Western-like natives communicating in Chinese. The clergy in the Vatican chant magic in English.
Isn't this kind of setting really something that some high school girl might have thought up while writing a romance novel?
Garcia was complaining inwardly.
But as a foreigner who now enjoys a stable job in the Vatican, he just wants to thank this shitty worldview from the bottom of his heart.
"Turn off the light." he whispered.
Immediately, all the candles and kerosene lamps in the bedroom were extinguished.
Only some luminous ornaments were left, still emitting a faint fluorescence.
Garcia laughed happily. Could this be the "Spirit of Words" that his otaku roommate from the sports college mentioned?
There is no need to learn any alchemy magic circles, just open your mouth and whatever you say will come true.
Great!
He rolled over in bed and tried again, "Turn on the light."
This time, there was no movement.
Garcia thought for a moment and changed the word: "Fire up."
In an instant, the candles, kerosene lamps, the lace curtains hanging from the bed and window frames, and all the fabrics in the room were on fire.
Garcia was so frightened that he jumped off the flaming bed and yelled, "Put out a fire."
It was like a basin of cold water was poured from the sky, and the fire was finally brought under control.
However, this newly decorated bedroom had suffered a severe disaster. There were signs of damage and magical residues everywhere, making it completely uninhabitable.
Realizing that he had gotten into trouble, Garcia felt very uneasy, but he also had a faint sense of luck: I am the Son of God, I am of great significance to the Holy See and the Wink Empire, they will not blame me for such a small matter, right?
Definitely not!
Soon, he convinced himself and went to the closet, took out two thick quilts, and planned to spend the night in the temple hall.
Anyway, I have successfully tamed Little Eyeball as a pet, so I will definitely not be scared by those things that are extremely inconsistent with the farming style of this world... Huh?
Garcia slapped his forehead and asked, "Where are my double eyelids?"
He looked around subconsciously, but saw nothing except the ruins of the fire.
But then I heard a very light knock on the door.
Daming asked for leave from him today. Logically speaking, at this time, the priests who were not very familiar with Garcia would not rashly disturb him at this time.
What is that?
As if knowing that Garcia was going to open the door, the object slammed against the glass with all its might. Only then did Garcia see that outside the big window near the bed was his little pet Double Eyelids.
He hurried over and opened the window a crack, letting the anxious little eyes fly in.
The little eyeballs spun and flashed in front of him, rubbing against Garcia's nose for a long time, and the whirring of its furry little wings made Garcia sneeze.
"Okay, stop making trouble. No one can sleep here tonight. I'll take you to sleep outside."
He scratched the little boy's lower eyelid and told him to follow him obediently and not get lost like he did in the afternoon.
Then he took two large quilts and went to sleep on the floor in the main hall.
Before coming to China to work, Garcia firmly believed that there were no ghosts in the Americas.
After coming to China to work, he firmly believed that quilt castles could ward off ghosts.
Garcia spread the quilt while admonishing, "Double-lids, you sleep next to my pillow tonight. Don't fly around and scare me. If your friends or your dad come over... remember to remind me to close my eyes and don't look."
The little eyeballs darted around him and then settled obediently in the crook of his neck, and Garcia took it as a yes.
Then he quickly got into the bed and hid his hands and feet tightly against the seams of the quilt.
Close your eyes and prepare for sleep.
I couldn't sleep, so I opened my eyes again.
Because the mat was spread outside the flower stand facing the six-winged angel statue, it was convenient for him to fold the clothes and put them on the flower stand. Now, Garcia opened his eyes and happened to meet the eyes of the statue with its eyes lowered.
"Exquisite craftsmanship..." he murmured.
What kind of outstanding craftsman could carve such a statue with perfect spirit, handsome face and divine aura?
Garcia felt that even if it was a statue, it was so realistic that it would be impolite to stare at it like a fangirl.
Then, two sudden coughs were heard in the quiet hall.
Garcia cleared his throat and muttered to himself, "Since I can't sleep, I'll share a little gossip. It all started when I was admiring wisteria flowers in the glass greenhouse..."
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The author has something to say:
This chapter
Garcia will later learn that the clergy of the Vatican will not treat him favorably simply because he's lucky enough to be the Son of God. If he wants to be accepted and loved by everyone, he must be worthy of his position. The protagonist's character isn't perfect, but that's what makes it interesting, isn't it? Please bear with me.
2. Guess if the High Priest discovered him last night? Why did Daming ask for leave? Why is the common language Chinese and the magic chants in English?
【Previous unit】
1. In Chapter 10, I left the comments calling Bai Su a saint, stupid, and mentally retarded because I respect diverse opinions and allow you to have your own perspectives. I deleted the comments about illegal immigrants and white leftists, and the subsequent inferences to Yunnan's stance in real life. Don't be so rude as to say you dare to speak so recklessly about politics. Aren't you afraid of being arrested by the internet police? This is just a novel, don't make any inferences!
2. Bai Su isn't perfect, nor is he smart. He's just an ordinary person who came to this game-like world and is full of curiosity about his surroundings. This "simulated business game experience" is what I want to give my readers.
3. Chapter 6's title, "Catching Little Tigers," conveys a sense of playfulness. This isn't the real world! This isn't under our laws! Is a story set in ancient times where someone from Country A goes to Country B to assassinate someone else also considered a "smuggling fan"? Perhaps the more important identity is an assassin. I just want to share some lighthearted farming content. Please don't take it too seriously. Thank you.
【Delete comments】
1. It hurts to read comments insulting me. I'm a new author, and this is my first book (it's co-published with the book next door, Quick Wear). My signature application was rejected 11 times (can't you believe it? And it didn't even get signed). I can't be perfect, so if I've offended you, please stop reading immediately! You insult me, but as the author, I have more say than you do. I can't insult you back; that's called cyberbullying, so I can only delete the comments to make myself feel better. This is the best way I can protect myself. I've been insulted all afternoon, and my hands are shaking just typing. Aside from deleting comments, I have no other effective way to protect myself. This is all I can do, understand? Please stop insulting me. I'm the same age as you, and I'm equally cherished by my parents and friends. I don't want to be treated this way.
2. Let me emphasize again, if you feel any discomfort, please leave before Chapter V. Let’s let each other go.
【quarrel】
First, let me be clear: I'm neither top-dominant nor submissive. I just have a wide range of experiences. Being a top or a bottom is just a perspective! It's just a perspective! It doesn't represent anything! If I'm writing about a certain experience that I think must happen on the top, I'll write from the bottom's perspective. For example, if I like dark-skinned bottoms, I'll use the top's perspective to praise their cuteness and beauty. I'm not against you being a top-dominant or submissive; that's your freedom, and I completely respect it. As readers and authors, we should seek common ground while reserving differences, exploring points of mutual interest. If that doesn't work out, we can part ways amicably, okay?
So why, because my other book is about a dominant shou (not n/p, but a pseudo-Narcissus), then why are you calling for people to avoid my book in the first chapter, even though they haven't even read it? Do I have to remain obscure and finally give up writing in frustration, never to be discovered by people who like me and have the same level of experience as me? Because I'm a newcomer, will I never be able to make a name for myself? Do I have to be pushed down? I want to be liked, too... If you don't like me, just ignore me. There's no need to scold me and incite others to avoid me...
3. If my V chapters aren't well written and you're offended by me, I apologize. But the free chapters kept hounding me and scolding me for the entire afternoon. Why bother? I don't deserve that...
4. I can't say any more. My heart aches. I'm so happy that people like my first book, but I really can't handle the hostility that follows. I'll be off the new book 1,000-word list in an hour. I hope you'll let me go.
5. I started writing as soon as I got up at noon. I had planned to write two chapters in one today, but I couldn’t continue, so I only wrote one chapter. I hope my level didn’t drop too low (maybe my level wasn’t that good to begin with). Thanks.
【Acknowledgements】
1. Thank you to all the readers who spoke up for me today. Actually, I'd be super happy if everyone just enjoyed reading and discussing the plots that interested them with me. Thank you to everyone who gave me feedback and voted for me. It was really because of the compliments and comments that got my cute points and XP that I persevered to finish writing today's update.
2. Regarding the layout issue, I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand it. I will study it and make it look more comfortable.
3. I feel like I have a lot more to say, but I can’t think of it at the moment. You can post your discussions and doubts about the plot. If I accidentally skipped it, please try again. Thank you for your hard work.
4. Finally, I would like to thank all the mom readers who have been with me until today. I originally wanted to create a WB and ask for a personal design manuscript to show everyone Centaur, but now I don’t dare to do it. I will do it later, if our fate lasts long.
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