Chapter 051: Fellow Villagers Meet Fellow Villagers
Holding the front of his dress and dragging the hem of his uniform, which was as heavy as a mermaid wedding dress, Garcia walked in the mysterious corridor painted with religious paintings. He did not feel like he was there to answer the questions of believers.
More like getting married.
Thinking of this, Garcia's face turned black.
As he walked through the dim corridor and reached the suddenly bright doorway connecting the main hall and the sacristy, the sunlight hit his feet, and Garcia felt dizzy. This was a visual sensation...
It's no different from the spotlights used when the bride enters the venue.
Daming was about to push the door open.
Garcia suddenly shouted, "Wait!"
Although he didn't know what Garcia was so nervous about, Daming still stopped what he was doing and asked him kindly, "Your Majesty, is there anything wrong?"
"There's a problem! A big problem!" Garcia suddenly realized, "The Archangel is still sleeping in my bed! How am I going to explain to the believers where the six-winged angel statue is?"
"So that's what it is," Damien explained with a smile. "Don't worry about that. While the priests were helping you change your clothes, I discussed it with the bishop, who created an illusion in the flowerbed. From now on, both you and Mr. Keos will see only the seraph statue standing there exactly as it was, unchanged."
Hearing him say this, Garcia felt a little relieved.
But he was still nervous. His right hand tightly gripped Daming's arm, his voice trembling as he spoke, "I'm still very nervous. What if that Mr. Keos suddenly goes berserk and kills me?"
Creation of death? Daming didn't understand the meaning of this word.
But he seemed to understand what Garcia meant.
He quickly reassured her, "Are you talking about the orcs' degeneration? You can rest assured about that, as the Centaurs have a stable body shape and are therefore unaffected by the curse. Mr. Keos is also an extremely wise, gentle and friendly gentleman. He won't make things difficult for you."
Garcia asked again, "What if I can't answer his questions? What if I can't complete his requirements? I'm so nervous, so nervous, so nervous..."
As he spoke, he shook Damien's arm uncontrollably.
Daming could indeed feel his nervousness - the blond boy burst out with such great strength from nowhere that Daming felt like his brain was about to be shaken dizzy.
He had to first remove Garcia's hand from his arm, and then hold the boy's shoulders tightly to prevent him from continuing to pull at him.
"Listen to me," Damien said, looking directly into Garcia's eyes. "You're meeting guests on behalf of the high priest. Those guests, no matter how much respect and fear they have for the high priest, won't feel much less when they suddenly see you."
"You just need to maintain... well... let me think, have you ever seen the high priest like that? Smiling, chin raised, eyelids drooping, looking down at people."
Garcia nodded blankly.
Damien's aura was so strong at this moment. He looked directly into Garcia's eyes and conveyed a sense of conviction, which miraculously calmed Garcia down.
"Very good," Daming continued. "If you don't understand, just act as if you're inscrutable. As for things that can't be solved... you have to believe that there's nothing the Vatican can't handle. You can simply agree to it right then and there, then go to the Bishop, or even wait until the High Priest returns to handle it."
"But never show any weakness or incompetence, or people will look down on you."
"When you don't know what to do, just keep smiling, understand?"
Garcia always felt that there was something ulterior motive in these words.
Is it true that Daming has no dissatisfaction with the high priest’s work arrangements?
He was too embarrassed to ask.
I could only nod my head in agreement and told Daming, "I understand. I just need to keep smiling."
"Good boy." Daming praised.
Then, he flung the door open and tucked Garcia in his arms. Despite his ordinary appearance, Daming stood at over 1.80 meters tall and quite muscular. Garcia, on the other hand, stood just over 1.70 meters tall. He held Garcia in his arms and strode towards the flower bed, where he set the dizzy, dazed Garcia down.
He quickly squatted down again and straightened out his clothes that had been messed up during the smuggling process.
After doing all this, Daming smiled and pinched the blond boy's cheeks: "Do you remember what you need to do?"
Garcia blinked and replied, "Just smile."
At the entrance of the temple, faint sounds of conversation could be heard.
After Daming confirmed that everything about the little saint was perfect, from his hair to the hem of his robe, he pushed him around to face the fake statue created by the bishop.
Then he went out through the back door.
Only Garcia was left in the hall to receive the guests.
Thinking about what Daming had just said, Garcia simply dug out from his mind the state he was in when he was taking magazine photos in the past, raised his head slightly, and gazed at the statue devoutly.
Behind me, there was the sound of a door opening.
Someone walked in, their footsteps were not loud... Why was the sound of horseshoes stamping so quiet?
Garcia couldn't help but let his thoughts wander.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Garcia turned around slowly in time, but what he saw was not a centaur, but an ordinary human youth.
The young man was in his early twenties, over 1.8 meters tall, handsome, with black hair and black eyes.
It turned out to be a pure oriental appearance that Garcia had never met in this world!
Garcia's pupils trembled!
But the person opposite him looked even more surprised than him, with eyes full of amazement - Garcia knew that the other person was amazed by his beauty.
The body that the soul traveled through was younger than Garcia's original body. They looked the same, except that the hair had changed from short to long, and his temperament and mental outlook were also better.
Overall, it's pretty much the same.
When Garcia was still working in China, even though information technology was developed and there were many beauties in that era, he was one of the most popular foreign models.
When you get here, of course you will be ranked among the top beauties.
Therefore, the man opposite was so focused on being amazed by Garcia's beauty that he didn't notice that Garcia also looked a little unnatural when he saw his appearance.
"Good day, Your Majesty." Perhaps realizing that his gaze was impolite, the black-haired young man bowed.
Garcia also adjusted his expression, trying his best to look holy and dignified. He smiled slightly, extended his hand to the black-haired young man, indicating that he could tell him if he had any request.
But the black-haired young man misunderstood.
He untied something from his neck and quickly placed it in Garcia's palm, which was originally just a gesture for him to speak.
"Your Majesty, I hope..." The young man began to explain his needs.
When Garcia saw the full picture of the object, his expression changed immediately.
This turned out to be a gold cake!
In the world and era in which Garcia lived, in the gold industry, regardless of which country, there was a popular trend of wearing gold coins.
Many people would ask craftsmen to melt gold bars or old-style jewelry into water, then beat them into a coin-sized cake and engrave some commemorative patterns or the birth date of an important person on it.
Now, what is presented in Garcia's hand is such a gold cake: although the material is a bit too solid and it looks very large and luxurious, it is indeed a standard gold cake with a pattern printed on the front and two strings of dates engraved on the back.
Artifacts from the 21st century.
The birth date of Jinbinghou was still in the 1980s...
After checking over and over again, Garcia raised his head and coldly said to the black-haired young man with a nervous look on his face, "French bread?"
The black-haired young man was stunned and stammered, "...Panpan is still the best."
The two looked at each other in silence.
The black-haired young man suddenly rushed forward and hugged the extremely fragile Garcia's young body tightly in his arms.
…
When fellow villagers meet, their eyes are filled with tears.
After a brief exchange, Garcia finally understood what Damien had meant when he said, "The high priest has already made arrangements regarding the food crisis."
Isn’t this the big farmer in front of you who has a loyal heart towards the Party?
Garcia omitted the indescribable horror scenes, focused on the outrageous settings in Chinese and English, and complained to Bai Su about his experiences in the past few days.
Garcia also learned from Bai Su his wish to enjoy the shade under the wheat.
"You mean, the tall and handsome Centaur Guard Captain you mentioned didn't ask for a visit from the High Priest for anything of his own, but for you?" Garcia raised his eyebrows, his curiosity stirring.
"No!" Bai Su blushed, "It's mainly because of the food issue..."
Garcia knew that hybrid rice seeds could not be saved - although they could continue to be planted, the genes of the offspring were unstable and could not be inherited stably.
Thinking of Daming's instructions... Garcia patted his chest and guaranteed that he could solve this problem and solve other planting problems at the same time, so that Bai Su could rest assured and leave the gold cake to him for enchantment.
Just at this moment, Damien also came to remind him to prepare the sacrifice - Garcia knew that this was a deliberate hint to him that the visiting time was over and he had to go to the afternoon class.
He said goodbye to Bai Su and agreed that he would come back the next morning to get the gold cake.
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What Garcia didn't expect was that the person who taught him in the afternoon was none other than the high priest.
"Aren't you out for something?" Garcia asked him.
"Did I?" The high priest raised his gold-rimmed glasses and asked with a smile, "Did I say that myself? It was just the people below who spread the rumor."
Garcia: “…”
I finally understand why Daming wants to smuggle his own stuff, Garcia thought to himself.
Seeing Garcia choking, the high priest smiled happily again, then opened the book and said seriously, "Then, let's start today's lesson - "Forging and Enchanting Gold"..."
…
Not to mention, this afternoon's class once again shattered Garcia's three views that he had worked so hard to piece together.
Before the get out of class ended, the high priest's words made Garcia feel dizzy.
He said, "I've thought about it and I really do need a vacation. Oh no, I have something to attend to. So in the coming days, please continue to take care of all the affairs of the Holy See. Come on, Holy Son."
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The author has something to say:
This completes a detail that was not explained clearly in the previous unit.
As for the imported machine in the village... don't worry, I haven't forgotten it. I'll talk about it later. We can't delay the busy farming season no matter what!
It’s sunny in Chengdu today.
But I seem to be addicted to pigs and can't wake up no matter how hard I try to sleep.
I don’t want to eat anymore, I just want to sleep, I just want to sleep!
I have to go to Qingyang Palace to see a doctor when I have time. I have to ask the Taoist priest to see if I am possessed by a pig spirit. QAQ
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