Chapter 164 Confirmation
Samuel was stunned.
He tried his best to restrain himself from reaching out to cover his neck, as that would make him look guilty.
But when he put down the teacup, his hand shook uncontrollably and a lot of tea spilled out.
Bishop Cassius certainly noticed this detail. He glanced at it, said nothing, and continued to stare at Samuel.
Samuel's hair stood on end when he looked at him.
He had encountered difficult conversations like this before, but no one had ever given him as much oppression as Bishop Cassius. Bishop Cassius was a clergyman of high status and considerable power, while he was a fake who had come back to life from behind.
To make matters worse, Bishop Cassius liked the original.
Samuel's fear of Bishop Cassius stems from his fear that Bishop Cassius will take away his precious new life in a way that he cannot resist.
So even though Bishop Cassius was gentle, tolerant, and equally powerful, he couldn't relax like he did when facing Arnold.
Because he knew clearly that the person Bishop Cassius was willing to help was actually the original [Samuel], not him.
"Are you thinking of an explanation?" Bishop Cassius sighed. "My advice is that you don't need to lie. We're still sitting here drinking tea because I'm here to hear your explanation, not your lies."
The implication is that if Samuel lied, he would change his attitude when speaking.
In the living room, which was occupied by only two people, silence and the aroma of tea filled the air.
After a long pause, Samuel straightened his collar and said helplessly, "I'm sorry, I should have been more respectful when meeting you. I got a little carried away—maybe it's the hickey, I'm not sure, because I didn't realize it."
"Is it Arnold?"
"yes."
Samuel knew that Bishop Cassius would only ask for this one name, because they both knew there would never be another.
Only Arnold went in and out with Samuel.
Bishop Cassius asked again, "How well has he recovered?"
"A lot smarter than before." Samuel leaned back, ruffling his hair uncomfortably. "But mentally, he's like a child or a puppy. He thinks of me as his 'mother' and is very possessive, determined to leave his mark on me."
After a moment's thought, he lowered his eyes and said self-deprecatingly, "At first, I was annoyed by his behavior because I really hated his father. But then I felt sorry for him and developed a bit of sympathy. However, I really don't know about that hickey. It's too much. Maybe he did it on purpose while I was asleep."
That being said, Samuel wondered, how could a single hickey be considered excessive? It was those borderline sexual behaviors like breastfeeding or foreplay that were truly excessive.
The innermost part of his clothes that came into contact with his skin was not a shirt, but a silk strip of cloth that was like a chest wrap.
Samuel had never thought before that he had to use this thing every day to avoid damaging some part of it.
But he didn't tell the truth about even this.
Bishop Cassius sighed deeply again.
"I should have realized it earlier," he said.
We should have realized long ago how uncontrollable a heart transplant is.
He should have returned the heart to Arnold and given the nugget to Samuel.
But Pan, the nugget, the living dead... all things are causally linked and interconnected. If it happens again, the result may be even worse.
If it happens again, it might be worse than now.
Especially...
Bishop Cassius looked at Samuel silently.
There are some questions that he doesn't need to ask now because he already has the answers.
The answer broke his heart, but that was how it was.
Bishop Cassius has faith, and his faith should allow everything to happen. Now he can only allow this incredible and outrageous situation to happen.
In the intervals of silence, the air became thick.
Samuel calmed down little by little. He even had some desperate thoughts, thinking that Arnold should be stronger in terms of fighting power. If that didn't work out, he could just run away.
If Bishop Cassius dared to expose him to his face - Samuel had already begun to suspect that Bishop Cassius knew something - he would dare to abandon the feud and run away.
He waited for a long time, but Bishop Cassius never continued to ask questions.
Samuel thought for a moment and asked him, "You came here today, so you must have something else to tell me, right?"
"Well," Bishop Cassius said, "I came here today to tell you that, first of all, I don't know anything about Arnold. He didn't grow up with Mr. Hermann, and everything about him is mysterious."
Samuel nodded, understanding it.
"There is another one," Bishop Cassius continued, "I originally wanted to ask you for Arnold. He holds a very important treasure. That treasure originally belonged to the Holy See, and I donated it to the Governor's Palace in Golden Town on their behalf many years ago."
"The Zombie Incident is related to this treasure. The most effective solution is to return it to the Vatican."
"But now it seems that you probably won't agree to my taking back this treasure, so I've decided to put this matter aside for now."
"However, the final outcome is not something I can decide. Tomorrow at the latest, you will be able to meet the person who can truly decide this matter."
After saying this, Bishop Cassius took a sip of tea and praised it indifferently, saying it was not bad.
Next, no matter whether Samuel asked indirectly or directly about Arnold and the treasure, the living dead and the treasure, or what the treasure was, Bishop Cassius said nothing.
He only told Samuel that the Central Church had sent someone over, a Saint Son, whose authority far outweighed his own, and who was much more powerful. Samuel could ask the Saint Son if he could also help cure the corpse aura in him.
Bishop Cassius remembered that this Samuel cared a great deal about appearances.
At half past four, the butler came to tell Samuel that the four carriages responsible for transporting the gold had arrived in the garden and asked Samuel to go and sign for them.
Samuel then invited Bishop Cassius to go with him, and Bishop Cassius gladly agreed.
Several relatives were not present in person, but Samuel knew that the servants who came to escort him would tell their master that Bishop Cassius was with him.
After signing for the gold, Samuel had to personally take care of the counting and storage of the gold, so Bishop Cassius tactfully took his leave.
Samuel walked him to the door.
Bishop Cassius asked him, "Will you patrol with me tonight?"
"Yes," said Samuel, "but not before midnight. I have some things to do at midnight."
"With Arnold?"
“…”
Samuel looked at Bishop Cassius in disbelief, unable to believe that he was making such a joke that was close to being vulgar.
Bishop Cassius spread his hands and said, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, but I just wanted to ask you - are you and Arnold in that kind of relationship? I always feel like we're getting further and further apart lately."
Samuel observed his expression carefully and found that there was no resentment, no malice, no anger, only calmness.
Bishop Cassius asked this question in a very calm manner.
Samuel thought about it and told him, "Not yet, but you can't say for sure. Many things are unpredictable."
Samuel actually used this as an excuse to give Bishop Cassius a heads-up.
Unexpectedly, Bishop Cassius nodded and said, "Please let me know if there is any progress. Don't worry, I am a sensible person."
"Okay." Samuel agreed.
He always felt as if he had discussed some deeper topic with Bishop Cassius.
But hazy.
…
At Samuel's request, the butler and his men moved ten tons of gold to Arnold's room.
"The young master's room has always been empty and is very close to me. It will be much safer under my nose." Samuel said.
"Okay, ma'am." The butler had no objection.
Ten tons of gold indeed filled up half of the room.
An ordinary person would never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of his life if he owned just a corner of the golden mountain.
With the gold in hand, Samuel felt much more at ease.
Once it's under his nose, it's his.
While talking with Bishop Cassius in the afternoon, he mechanically ate a lot of cookies. These cookies were very filling, and Samuel couldn't eat a single bite for dinner.
He simply made an appointment with Bishop Cassius to go out in advance - Bishop Cassius had mentioned before that the Vatican's dinner time was very early, and they usually finished their meal at five in the afternoon.
The two of them walked on the street for a while. Samuel had hardly walked on the street during the day recently.
There is really not much to see in the Golden Town nowadays.
The streets were full of people wearing black robes, and it was impossible to tell with the naked eye whether they were local residents or foreign tourists trapped here.
It's hard to tell whether he is an ordinary person or a magician.
Everyone was in a hurry, running around with food or other daily necessities in their hands.
Samuel knew that they were afraid that it would be unsafe when the dead appeared in the dark.
The bustling commercial street is simply the most depressed place during this period - since this is where the living dead love to frequent, all the store entrances are now covered with a thick layer of corpse powder, which is formed by the living dead who did not have time to rush back before dawn.
There are also cases where you accidentally lose your arms and legs here.
There are only so many priests in the Vatican, and if you're not careful, those century-old corpses with brittle bones might start fighting over a gold ring.
Samuel didn't want to set foot here.
"I don't want to go in," he said.
Bishop Cassius had no choice but to go in by himself.
"Wait for me here."
Samuel stood under a tree 800 meters away from the entrance of the commercial street, feeling bored.
He planned to retreat after finishing this patrol at around 8 o'clock.
After the afternoon conversation, he always felt like Schrödinger, who knew something but didn't know anything, and was so desperate that he didn't even bother to pretend. He was just about to say that he wanted to slack off.
He's going to play pranks at night, and he's marked the water! Samuel thought.
Suddenly, turning around, Samuel saw two very special figures: one tall and one short. Although they were wearing inconspicuous black robes, the shorter one's walking posture was particularly unusual, which was completely unlike the appearance of residents shrouded in fear of the living dead.
The painting style is simply too conspicuous.
If that wasn't a coincidence.
As they passed each other, a corner of the short man's hood was blown up by the wind, and Samuel saw a familiar face - the model on the inside cover of his company's magazine.
The reason I remember this is because the foreign model died a day earlier than me in a car accident, and it was on the news the next day.
Samuel's first reaction was to hide himself in the shadows quietly.
He felt that he had probably guessed who the Holy Son from the Central Church was that Bishop Cassius was talking about.
He is a time traveler like him.
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