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Chapter 138: Bahamut Chapel

In the spacious kitchen, a woman in an apron was busy, humming an unknown song, washing the tomatoes she had just picked, and peeling off the skin.

There are obvious lines on her hands, and golden scales surround her arms, showing how extraordinary this woman is.

"Mom, I'm back."

Caesar looked at his mother who was busy in the kitchen, with a gentle smile on his face.

"My Caesar is back."

Guerweger turned his head. This woman had gained some weight over the years and was no longer as beautiful as she had been in the past. But in Caesar's view, this was a good thing and meant that her mother was getting healthier.

"Wash your hands and peel the garlic. There are quite a few people coming tonight."

Caesar smiled and washed his hands, and sat aside to prepare the garlic for the pasta sauce.

"Will the girl come tonight?"

Caesar listened to his mother's question, paused for a moment, and then answered:

"Yes, she is very nice. Mom, you will like her."

"Mom's Little Caesar has grown up too."

The mother and son communicated, and the aroma of tomatoes wafted through the small kitchen and into the connected chapel.

"Senior, is this the good place you said?"

"That's right, my dear S-class student, this is one of the few places where you can eat. The important thing is that the pasta tastes good."

Lu Mingfei and Fingel were sitting inside the church. This place was different from ordinary Christian churches. There were many long tables and benches like a canteen. The wooden tables and chairs combined with the gorgeous decoration inside the church gave people a strange feeling.

.

Lu Mingfei could already smell the smell of tomatoes, mixed with the aroma of garlic and oil, which made people lick their fingers.

"But senior, what kind of church is this place, Protestant or Catholic?"

Looking at the decorations in the church, Lu Mingfei was a little confused. The decoration of this church was relatively simple for a Protestant church, but there was neither a cross nor a priest.

In addition to many tables and chairs, there are only a dragon head emblem and a galaxy-shaped emblem in the church, and a stack of A4 paper is placed on a table with a wooden Western dragon sculpture pressed on it.

"This is Bahamut's church."

"The one from Final Fantasy?"

Bahamut is the BOSS in Final Fantasy III and is also a summoned beast. Lu Mingfei also came into contact with it when he was looking for games to play.

Fingel shook his head, lying on the table and replied feebly:

"No, it's the Dragon God in DND."

“That board game Baldur’s Gate is a reference to?”

"Yes, that's it."

Lu Mingfei felt surprised. It was incredible that some people would worship the religion in the game.

"You know, junior, there are actually many people in the United States who believe in The Force, which is the Force in Star Wars."

"May the force be with you (May the force be with you)"

Fingel made a Force choke gesture towards Lu Mingfei, and Lu Mingfei covered his neck very cooperatively.

"So, don't make a fuss about this kind of thing."

Lu Mingfei nodded in confusion. Although it sounds strange, since some people believe in the Force, it is not surprising that some people believe in the gods in the game... right?

Fingel looked at the small door on the side of the church for a few times, covered his mouth with his hand, and said to Lu Mingfei in a low and serious voice:

"Junior, I realize that we came too early."

"But if we help out, we might be able to eat delicious pasta sooner."

Lu Mingfei was a little hesitant. Old Tang had told him that there were many weird religions in the United States. If you were not completely sure, you should never have anything to do with them.

"Back then, when I was on a mission, I met a lunatic who believed in evil. He killed all five members of his family and made them into meat sauce."

Old Tang's expression was serious when he said this, and Lu Mingfei also kept these words in mind, fearing that the senior he had just met would pull him into the kitchen, chop him into meat sauce and put it in the pasta.

"Senior...we won't disturb others if we go..."

"Come on, Ms. Gullweger is very nice. If you go over now, maybe you can give her two more meatballs."

Fingel pulled Lu Mingfei and walked out of the side door of the chapel. Behind it was a vegetable field. A small hut stood quietly on the edge of the vegetable field. From the window, you could see people busy.

Fingel straightened his hair, and the slovenly tramp just now turned into a polite and good boy. He raised his right hand and knocked on the door of the cabin very gracefully.

Da da da……

There were footsteps at the door, and Fingel showed a smile on his face, arranging his clothes and preparing to make a good impression on the other party.

The door was opened a crack, and a plump woman wearing an apron looked at Fingel outside the door with a smile on her face.

"Buona sera (Italian, good afternoon), Ms. Guerweger."

“Oh, Fingal, Buona sera.”

The woman gave Fingel a hug, patted him on the back, and pulled him in. The two talked in Italian.

"Ms. Gullweger, I asked about the aroma of food from afar."

"Yes, you came just in time, we have to carry the pot over."

Only then did Gurweig see Lu Mingfei behind Fingel and greeted him in Chinese.

"Hello?"

Lu Mingfei also saw Gullweger's face. The golden scales spread from the temples to the chin, and a pair of horns protruded from the forehead, surrounding the top of the head like a crown.

This was the first time that Lu Mingfei had a certain concept of hybrids. Only now did he understand that Ender's words about hybrids with dragon blood were not empty words.

These guys really have horns on their heads.

"...Hello, aunt."

After years of education, Lu Mingfei still greeted Gurweger politely. He forced himself to suppress his inner surprise and followed Fingel into the hut.

"Ms. Gullweger, this is Lu Mingfei, Mr. Ander's descendant."

Fingel introduced Gullweger, who nodded to Lu Mingfei and made a welcoming gesture.

"Ms. Gullweger is the pastor of the church. She is a very nice person. Her children also study here..."

A man wearing the same apron as Gullweger came out. He was the big golden retriever that Lu Mingfei met on the front lawn. Now his long and unruly hair was honestly tied into a ponytail, and he had a smile on his face.

A gentle smile.

"Fingel, you're here again..."

Fingel laughed, and Gullweger drove Caesar back to the kitchen, seeming a little angry at his son's rudeness.

"This is Caesar, the boss of the student union. You should have met him before."

"Then why doesn't he have horns on his head?"

Fingel's expression became serious. He grabbed Lu Mingfei's shoulders and said word by word:

"Remember, never tell anyone about Ms. Gullweger's appearance."

"Well, what will happen if you tell me?"

Fingel let go of Lu Mingfei and said casually:

"Then I have to work overtime and wash the floor."

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