Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Chapter 57

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The blood waiter found a body in the upstairs bathroom. The water tank and the tiles on the floor had turned red and black. Maria's face was not very good. She asked the blood waiter to repair the head of the girl who died so that she could confirm the identity of the deceased and inform her family of the bad news.

Mr. Z leaned against the wall, smoking, and occasionally looking at the wall clock. A few bloody waiters who had gone out came back with some clothes and coarse bread. The hungry girls quietly took the clothes they had found from the waiters, including cloaks, men's shirts, old windbreakers, and one or two woolen coats that looked very good. Although it was a bit messy, at least they didn't have to suffer from the cold wind.

Maria closed the window and lit the fireplace. The girls wrapped in clothes huddled together on the old sofa, and the room finally had some heat. The water was not yet hot, and a wisp of white steam came out of the kettle. The girls received the coarse bread that was distributed, one piece each, and a cup of hot water. They held the food, which was not much softer than wood, and swallowed their saliva, eating the dry bread in small bites.

"Thanks to you this time," said Maria.

"Thank you for the compliment. If you hadn't disclosed the information, I wouldn't have had the chance to contact them in time." Mr. Z took a deep puff of the low-quality cigarette without even frowning. It didn't have any so-called mellow flavor. The only advantage was that it was very choking and irritating to the throat, which reminded him of his hard life before he was saved by the Lord.

Mr. Z dusted off his cigarette ash and said, "However, Kapin originally wanted to buy over your school and poorhouse and turn it into a den for selling slaves and women to rich people. I didn't expect him to be so bold. Didn't the people who ordered him know that there were angels who had been famous for hundreds of years behind the Pilgrimage Sect?"

"The leader, His Highness Ernst, is now far away at sea. Cosette and Pereas still have more than two months before their regular reporting this year. Now the forces in each region are almost isolated and helpless, and they are powerless to resist even if threatened. Capin probably saw this and chose to attack now." Maria stared at the girls in the living room, sighed deeply, and her long-frowning brows twisted deeper. "Mr. Z, your help is very timely. Haha, the person in charge of Backlund's East District is only a Sequence 6. I really feel guilty for my weakness."

"Don't say that, Miss Maria. Your kindness and tenacity are well known to everyone in the East District." Mr. Z was a little confused. "So what are you going to do by breaking up with Kapin this time?"

"Another prince has set his sights on Kapin's soul."

"You mean His Highness Vaughn... Indeed, His sacrifice is imminent, and we have not prepared enough sacrifices. It is such a shame."

Maria did not hide anything and told Mr. Z directly: "I want to use His power to get rid of this cancer in the East District."

"But, Miss Maria, even if Kapin is gone, there will be a Sopin or a Mapin. These filthy and rotten pustules cannot be eradicated because the world is so hopeless."

Mr. Z pressed the burnt cigarette butt into the windowsill, leaving a shallow scorch mark. “So follow the Lord and praise His name. I have never seen the peace and salvation promised by the Seven Gods, but I have personally experienced the Lord’s gift and grace, so I have undoubted faith in Him and His kingdom. The Lord gave me suffering, and saved me from suffering. My life was finally baptized the moment I listened to His holy voice.”

Seeing that Mr. Z's tone became more and more erratic and he entered the missionary state unique to the devout believers of the Aurora Society, Maria opened her mouth, but in the end said nothing and listened quietly to him spreading the gospel of the Lord.

“… man will suffer and toil without having enough food until the day he turns to dust, for God formed man out of the dust.”

"The Lord treats all beings equally, fairly and impartially. He does not care about our origins. Even though we do not have a good education and etiquette, He still chose us from the mud. He does not mind wealth. Nobles can donate a lot of money, but even if we have nothing, we do not mind immediately handing our lives over to the Lord. When the Lord gave me power, He first took away the warmth and happiness in my life, because only when people are in despair and cold can they learn how to keep warm and survive. But the ignorant people think that the seven gods who watched people die without helping them are kind, and that my Lord who gave alms to help the newborn is evil. Humph, mediocre people worry about their own mistakes. This is God's will, and others cannot predict it."

Mr. Z talked for a long time. No matter how much brains the Aurora members had left, they would use their lifelong language skills when praising the Lord and preaching. This state would last until the end of the preaching. Mr. Z's throat was dry from talking, so he went to pour himself a glass of water. Looking back, he saw that the girls who had eaten the food and water had already huddled together on the sofa and fell asleep.

The sky gradually darkened. It was about four in the afternoon, and the haze in Backlund had already obscured the light, making it look like evening.

"It seems like I've been talking for a while."

"It doesn't matter."

Maria answered him, before he could start the second phase of his missionary work: "It's almost time. I should take the children back. We'll talk about the details later. I'll go to the Aurora Club to discuss it with you in detail."

"You're leaving now?" Mr. Z was a little surprised. "I'm going to talk to you about where this money will go. You provided the channel, and I'm just responsible for extorting as much as possible and destroying the body. Although this ten thousand pounds is nominally for the Aurora Society, I plan to give you at least 50%. Now we are allies, so there is no need to stick to the funds."

"..."Maria was a little moved. This was a huge amount of money and she should really talk it over, but she was worried about the girls.

Mr. Z struck while the iron was hot: "Ms. Maria, thanks to you, I have the opportunity to compete for the best employee this month. So I can help you send these children back as my most basic gratitude."

"But you must not interfere with their beliefs."

"Faith is a God-given freedom. If any of them are willing to follow my Lord, I will also be happy to welcome new compatriots."

"Okay." Maria no longer insisted. She really needed help now. "Then I wish us a happy cooperation."

"It's been a pleasure working with you, Ms. Maria." Mr. Z said, "After you settle them down, how about having a cup of coffee with me?"

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When it was completely dark, Viscount Trenor was barbecuing in his garden.

There were no other servants in the garden, only the white-haired old butler standing beside the barbecue, brushing oil on the large pieces of ribs and chicken with a serious face, and every movement was precisely taking care of the corners of the beef, without the slightest error. Treanor half-crouched on the blanket and sprinkled the seasonings with the same seriousness, occasionally glancing at the handwritten recipe book with strict handwriting next to him, and brushing the sauce according to the records on it. The oil dripped onto the smokeless charcoal below, stirring up a few fleeting wisps of green smoke and a tempting aroma.

In the distance, near the flower fence, a tabby cat was lying in its luxurious cat bed, licking its paws with its eyes narrowed. It sniffed the air, stopped licking its paws, and suddenly spoke in human language: "Your smell is not right."

Treanor was a little annoyed: "If you can do it, come on."

The tabby cat hummed twice, walked gracefully to the barbecue grill, and lowered its head temporarily when passing by the notebook. Then it put its paws in front of the warm stove, coiled around Trena's legs, tilted its head and looked at the roast chicken on the rack and the contractor who was working hard to roast the meat: "Why didn't you make mushroom grilled sauce? Using honey sauce is a bit too perfunctory."

Treanor said nothing, but reached out and stroked the cat from side to side. Riel bit him in frustration, but unfortunately he failed to scratch the enemy's skin because he did not transform into a demon.

The white-haired old butler smiled and put some lemon leaves and herbs into the oven to increase the fruity aroma of the roasted chicken. Then he sprinkled coarse salt and sugar on it to enhance the flavor. Trena insisted on applying a layer of chili on the chicken according to his own preferences. The pungent aroma soon spread as the chicken became cooked, and Riel quickly covered his nose with his paw.

At this moment, some vines on the garden wall suddenly rustled, and a golden head popped out.

Treanor looked at his roast chicken and clicked his tongue.

The golden head moved a few times, and it seemed to be trying to jump onto the wall. Soon, a heavy shadow appeared on the wall. Although the movements were skillful, it was still restricted by its own weight. The shadow struggled a few times, and finally the whole person lay across the wall and rolled down.

"Great-great-uncle!"

The golden head ran happily towards the grill, brushing off leaves and dust as it ran. When it ran in front of Trena, the strong smell of perfume and alcohol directly dispersed most of the aroma of the grilled chicken.

"Stop!" Treanor shouted, and the blond young man slammed on the brakes. "Why are you here now? Did you calculate the time?"

"I came here to report to you the latest progress of weapons research and development..." The young man scratched his head. The excessive flesh squeezed his blue eyes into a slit. He wore the triangular holy emblem of the god of steam and machinery, but his figure and perfume revealed his unrestrained and indulgent life.

"Didn't you come here because of the scent?"

"Look at what you said. I continued my research according to my great-great-grandfather's notes and the manuscripts left by Emperor Roselle, and the first phase of actual combat was successful." The young man did not shy away, because there were no outsiders present (not even a real person except him). "Great-great-uncle, I paid for these experiments out of my own pocket, and I had to keep it secret from the church. It's okay for you to give me some roast chicken!"

Treanor handed the old butler a knife and motioned him to start cutting the meat. The old butler first carefully cut out a whole chicken leg, sliced ​​it, respectfully coated it with sauce, and served it with cherry tomatoes and lobster soup. Then he cut off a chicken leg and a chicken wing, cut them very carefully, placed his hands on the small table in front of Riel, and served him a bowl of lobster soup.

"It's normal for the experiment to be successful. Emperor Roselle and your great-great-grandfather have basically completed all the theoretical designs. With your ability, I'm not surprised that it succeeded." Treanor forked a piece of meat into his mouth. His movements were casual and not so elegant. "The key is how effective they are, whether they can be mass-produced, and how much will it cost?"

"These still need to be calculated, but the benefits are definitely more than ten times higher than the costs. After all, this is exclusive."

The young man found a place to sit down and happily took the steak and roast chicken that the old butler had cut for him. "The heavy machine gun went smoothly, and the shotgun went smoothly too. I also made a sample of the submachine gun. I think all three can be used by ordinary people's armies. The heavy machine gun and submachine gun will definitely be very popular! Not only are they portable, but as long as the firepower is sufficient, their power will not be inferior to that of Sequence 8 Beyonders. The shotgun has a wide range but lacks accuracy. It may not be suitable for combat, but it is definitely a good choice for small-scale battles. We can sell it to the natives on the Sonia Sea. They don't have many Beyonder abilities, and they are even fighting with cold weapons and bones. They definitely need our technological products. These firepower weapons will catch the Loen people off guard. After tasting the sweetness, they will definitely continue to purchase them, and the Loen people will also come to buy!"

"Very good." Trena praised him, "I will continue to leave this matter to you. As long as you pass the third round of actual combat, immediately hand over the samples and drawings to me. I will build an assembly line in the factory on the southern continent. By the way, Sharf, have the followers of the original moon been contacting you recently?"

Sharf took a bite of the barbecue and showed an intoxicated expression. "Still, great-great-uncle, why don't you stop them? It's really tiring to play along with them. Although I'm very open-minded, they are really too... I still don't want to have anything to do with the evil god."

"This meat is so delicious! Can you tell me how to make it?"

Treanor laughed at himself and said, "This tastes good... but average at best. When my father roasted this meat for the first time, even the nobles next door were alarmed and shamelessly came to eat for free. You can copy down a copy of the recipe and study it yourself when you go back."

"How could it smell so good?" Charles was very interested.

The War Bishop of the Soran family changed the subject: "Let's not talk about this. There's no need to talk about what happened two hundred years ago."

He suddenly became serious, sat up straight, and spoke in a deep voice: "Charve Maxwell! Listen carefully, I am now fulfilling the promise I made to your great-great-grandfather and you to help you leave the shackles of the God of Steam. You must continue to contact the followers of the Original Moon. This is probably your only chance. Try to gain their trust as much as possible. Soon, they should take the initiative to ask you to leave and serve the Original Moon."

"I understand. I will try my best to keep my original intention, and then use their power to leave Intis."

"Yes. During this process, I will try my best to cover up for you. After you go outside, I will immediately arrange for people to clean up the traces you left behind and pick up your Moon followers. After that, you will be free. Find a place to hide for a while, such as the Rhoside Islands that you have always been curious about."

Sharf raised his eyebrows with some expectation. "Anyway, everyone else is very satisfied with their current life, so it's good that I'm the only one running away. Although His Highness Bonois cares about us, he actually cares about our contribution to the God of Steam and Machinery. There are so many people in my family who believe in the God of Steam, and I'm a playboy, so it doesn't matter if I'm one more or one less. Great-great uncle, you're the only one who cares about my future, and I'm very grateful to you. By the way, Uncle Turing should have reached the maintenance period, and I'll come to inspect it on time next month."

The old butler smiled and lowered his head: "Thank you very much."

"Be smarter, pay more attention to your surroundings, and act well." Treanor did not comment. "Turing was given to me by Shire. If anything happens to you again, he will really retire gloriously."

TBC
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*I’m really happy to see everyone’s response, and there are rewards, hahahahash The lockdown and signing of contracts are nowhere in sight, so I’d better not dream about it (.) The sense of substitution is very strong, I already feel like I’ve lost a million! I’m already heartbroken!

tips:
Uncle → Father’s younger brother → Trenor is one year younger than Ciel.

Cosette and Pereas: The only two saints of the Pilgrims. The former is the high priest of disasters stationed in Feynaporthe (once a pirate), and the latter is the master of prophecy stationed in Lenburg (once a member of the Morse Ascetic Order, who believes in the Hidden Sage but really can't continue to learn).

(End of this chapter)