In the sanctuary in the backyard of the cathedral, Todd had a good sleep. He dreamed that he seemed to be back in the university again, living a calm life as a teacher.
A knock on the door early in the morning brought him back to reality.
Sleepy-eyed Todd opened the door and saw Tristan, neatly dressed, standing at the door looking at him leisurely.
Todd straightened his collar and asked, "What's the matter?"
Tristan glanced at the cross on the other person's chest and said, "Brother Fairchild, it's time for an early patrol."
"Morning patrol?" Todd looked confused: "What is morning patrol?!"
Tristan turned and left: "I'll wait for you at the gate of the backyard."
"Hey! Wait!" Todd shouted twice, but the figure of the other party disappeared in the blink of an eye.
In desperation, he could only return to the room, put on his robes and quickly chased out.
Standing at the door of the backyard, Tristan looked at Todd who was walking towards him and made a "Follow me" gesture.
The two of them walked together, one behind the other, along the walls of the cathedral, and patrolled all the way there.
Tristan, who was walking in front, seemed to be talking to himself: "The church attaches great importance to the succession dispute of the Holy Acropolis this time, and specially sent Cardinal Jacob to take charge of all affairs..."
Todd's face remained calm as he secretly noted the name in his mind.
"Cardinal Jacob is opposed to all non-ecclesiastical forces, including aliens, scholars and even those mythical narrators on the street. He and my mentor, Cardinal Yarbrough, often attack each other because of disagreements."
Todd couldn't help but ask: "Why are you asked to come together? Wouldn't this combination affect the work of the Holy Acropolis?"
Tristan stopped and looked back at Todd: "This is all the Pope's balancing act."
Todd gave a look of understanding and said nothing.
"There were originally three forces in the Holy Acropolis. The royalist faction has ceased to exist in name only due to the king's terminal illness; the remaining ones are the liberal faction of His Highness Sinclair and the ecclesiastical faction of His Majesty Mathilde."
After inspecting the cathedral, Tristan took Todd and walked towards the city. As he walked, he said: "The entire Holy Acropolis has now been divided by two forces. The people in the lower city are influenced by the church, and most of them
Support His Highness Matid; most of the nobles and generals in the upper city support His Highness Sinclair."
Before he finished speaking, a thin, half-dressed woman was walking on the street with her child in her arms. When she saw Todd and Tristan in black robes of the Holy Cross, she quickly moved out of the way and knelt aside.
Walking past the woman, Tristan suddenly stopped, turned around and stretched the back of his hand towards the forehead of the child in the woman's arms.
After a moment, Tristan frowned and said to the woman: "Your son has a fever."
"Sir, I know, I am planning to take him to church, and the merciful Heavenly Father will heal him."
Looking at Tristan's solemn expression, Todd took out a silver moon from his inner pocket and was about to hand it to the woman, but was stopped by the former's hand.
Tristan took out a small jar of bitter herbs from his arms and handed it to the woman: "This is a medicine blessed by Heavenly Father. Take it back and boil it with hot water, and then feed it to the child to drink."
Watching the woman leave with her child and thanking her deeply, Todd stood there thoughtfully.
"Let's go, there's still a long way to go."
Tristan pressed the hem of his hood and walked slowly along the street.
After spending a whole day following Tristan through most of the Holy Acropolis, Todd still had the desperate and numb faces of the residents in his mind.
In the evening, Tristan walked to the cathedral dining hall and saw Todd sitting at the table in the corner, turning the stew on the plate with a wooden spoon.
Tristan walked over and sat on the chair opposite: "What? It doesn't suit your taste?"
Todd glanced at him and said mockingly: "For a famine city, the food here is really rich."
Tristan shrugged: "You're saying this because you haven't been to the banquet uptown yet."
Todd was stunned for a moment, then looked at the meal on the plate without saying a word.
Tristan put a piece of prosciutto into his mouth and chewed it carefully: "Brother Fairchild, I have heard of you in church, but yesterday was the first time I saw you. To be honest, you and
It’s quite different from the rumors.”
Todd raised his head and narrowed his eyes: "Why is it different?"
"As a close confidant of the Pope and the secretary of the Tzu Chi Knights, you are more... reserved than the rumors say..."
Todd smashed a piece of cauliflower in half with a wooden spoon and said with a smile: "Reserved? People in my position will not stay long if they act and speak too openly."
Tristan also laughed: "Yes, I heard that your predecessor was transferred to the missionary field in the south. After that, no one saw him again."
The expression on Todd's face gradually became serious, but he found that Tristan's smile became even brighter.
After dinner, Todd returned to the room, opened his soul space and summoned Rachel over according to the contact time he had agreed with Rachel in advance.
"What do you call such a thing in your world?" Rachel took out a wooden skewer with beef on it from the boiling spicy pot.
Todd put a large handful of various meat and vegetable skewers into the bottom of the pot, closed the lid, and opened a can of cold beer for Rachel and himself.
"If you just pick up the wooden skewer and eat it, it's called Chuan Chuan Xiang; if you put the ingredients into a bowl, it's called Malatang."
Rachel opened her mouth to fan herself from the spicy oil on the scalding beef. She quickly took the beer from Todd, took a big sip, closed her eyes and let out a pleasurable cry from her throat.
"This feeling is great!"
Seeing the joy on Rachel's face, Todd laughed.
He opened a bottle of Shacha sauce and poured a plate each: "Dip this before eating. It will taste better."
With an expression full of happiness, Rachel ate the ingredients on the plate bite by bite: "Sometimes, I really want to live here all my life. Outside, there is no food, no TV series, not even packets of potato chips!
"
"Your thoughts are very dangerous." Todd took a sip of cold beer and said with a smile, "Do you know what people with your thoughts are called in my world?"
"What?"
"Home girl."
Rachel raised her eyebrows and said, "Home girl? That doesn't sound like a good title!"
Todd waved his hand: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore. I will go to the dinner in the Holy Acropolis tomorrow night. Do you have any information about the city?"
Rachel stretched out her hand and threw a two-centimeter-thick booklet in front of Todd.
Todd was a little dumbfounded: "What is this?"
Rachel rolled her eyes at him: "This is the material for the nobles attending the banquet tomorrow night."
"so much?!"
"You must memorize them all before you go."
The wooden pick in Todd's hand fell to the ground blankly: "Memorize it all?!"
"Of course, if Freechild has a secret transaction with His Highness Sinclair, it means that he should know many nobles of the Holy Acropolis. Memorizing this information will not make others suspicious."
As Rachel spoke, she ate a piece of lunch meat full of chili peppers and drank half a can of beer.
Todd accepted the materials with a grimace, suddenly remembered something, and said to Rachel: "What do you think of Tristan?"
Rachel's mouth was filled with food, and she said inarticulately: "What's wrong with him? Is he causing trouble for you?"
"That's not true. He is very cooperative." Todd slowly drank the beer from the can: "Through my interaction with him today, I feel that he has a lot of prejudice against the church. Maybe he is someone who can be won over."
Rachel swallowed the food with great difficulty while drinking the beer, and patted her chest: "He and his mentor Yarborough have requests from Muxi City, and Muxi City can also use their power in the church. The relationship between the two is only
That’s all. If it’s to win them over to our camp, I don’t agree.”
Todd leaned forward: "Oh? Tell me, why don't you agree?"
"First, he is not a heterogeneous species. What he cares about is the safety of scholars and mentors. You cannot guarantee that one day in the future, when the interests of the two conflict with each other, he will not turn his sword towards us..."
Hearing this, Todd couldn't help but said: "Just because he is not a mutant, we can't deny everything, right? Besides, even if he is a mutant, many of them are our enemies."
Rachel shook the wooden stick and said: "Once a person is marked with a different species' note, it means that he has no way out. He can only choose to stand on the opposite side of the world and fight for his own freedom. And the way to fight for freedom is,
The Presbyterian Church uses violent attacks and high-pressure rule, while Muxi City uses alliances and alliances. Comparing the two, I am more optimistic about the latter."
Listening to Rachel speaking faster and faster, Todd looked at the other party in surprise.
The woman's face turned red. Todd counted the empty cans in front of her, and there were actually twelve cans.
Can you get drunk even if you drink beer in the soul space?
Just when Todd had this idea, he heard Rachel continue: "So, there are two types of people I hate the most. The first type of people try to use their alien abilities to enslave and destroy their compatriots and safeguard their own interests.
; The second kind of people try to deny their alien identity and use normal life to anesthetize themselves."
"Rachel, you seem drunk..."
"I didn't." Rachel, whose face was flushed, rolled her eyes and said while thinking, "Where did I just say?"
"By the way! There is another reason, and that is Tristan's mentor—Cardinal Yarbrough!"
Rachel rubbed her brow vigorously and said with a distressed look on her face: "There are a few people I have met over the years that I have never been able to understand, and that old man Yarbrough is one of them."
Todd stood up with a wry smile, helped Rachel up and said, "You really drank too much. I didn't expect you to have such a light drinking capacity... Well, I'll send you out and you can have a good rest at night."
Rachel hugged Todd with her backhand, her mouth filled with the pungent smell of beer and chili pepper: "I have seen one of your collections, but it uses ice cubes. Do you want to try it?"
Todd looked confused: "What collection? What ice cubes?"
Rachel kissed Todd's lips, and the spicy taste on the former's tongue made the latter frown.
With a smirk on her face, Rachel slowly squatted down.
"Oh my God! What are you doing?! You're crazy! So hot! So hot!"
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