In the sanctuary in the backyard of the cathedral, Todd slept well, dreaming that he was in a trance as if he were back in college and living an uneventful life as a teacher.

A knock on the door early in the morning brought him back to reality.

The sleepy-eyed Todd opened the door and saw Tristan, who was dressed well, standing at the door and looking at him for a long time.

Todd straightened his collar and asked, "What's the matter?"

Tristan glanced at the cross on the other's chest and said, "Brother Felichild, it's time for the morning patrol. ”

"Morning Patrol?" Todd looked puzzled: "What is the Morning Patrol?!"

Tristan turned to leave: "I'll be waiting for you at the gate of the backyard." ”

"Hey!wait!" Todd shouted twice, but the figure was nowhere to be seen.

In desperation, he could only return to the room, put on his robe and chased him out quickly.

Tristan, who was standing at the backyard door, looked at Todd who was walking towards him and made a "follow me" gesture.

One after the other, the two of them followed the base of the cathedral wall and inspected all the way.

Tristan, who was walking in front, was more like saying to himself: "The Church attaches great importance to the battle for the heir of the Holy Acropolis this time, and specially sent Cardinal Jacob to be in charge of everything......"

Todd's face remained unmoved, and he secretly wrote down the name in his heart.

"Cardinal Jacob opposes all non-ecclesiastical forces, including xenomorphs, scholars and even the mythological narrators of the streets. He and my mentor, Cardinal Abrasse, often turned against each other because of disagreements. ”

Todd couldn't help but ask, "Why did you come with you, wouldn't this combination affect the work of the Holy Acropolis?"

Tristan paused and glanced back at Todd, "It's all a balancing act of the Pope. ”

Todd gave a knowing look and said no more.

"There were originally three forces in the Holy Acropolis, the royalists who had died in name only because the king was terminally ill, and the rest were the liberals of His Highness Sinclair, and the ecclesiastical faction of His Highness Matilde. ”

After touring the cathedral, Tristan took Todd and walked towards the city, and he said as he went: "The whole of the Acropolis is now divided by two forces, the people of the lower city are influenced by the church and mostly support His Highness Matilde, and the nobles and generals of the upper city mostly support His Highness Sinclair. ”

Before the words were spoken, a thin, unclothed woman, walking down the street with her child in her arms, saw Todd and Tristan in black robes of the Holy Cross, and quickly got out of the way and knelt aside.

Passing past the woman, Tristan suddenly stopped, turned and put the back of his hand on the forehead of the toddler in the woman's arms.

After a few moments, Tristan frowned and said to the woman, "Your son has a fever. ”

"My lord, I know that I am planning to take him to church where the gracious Father will heal him. ”

Looking at Tristan's solemn expression, Todd took out a silver moon from his inner pocket and just wanted to hand it to the woman, but the former reached out to stop him.

Taking out a small jar of bitter herbs from his bosom, Tristan handed it to the woman: "This is a potion that has been blessed by the Father, take it back and boil it in hot water, and then feed it to the child." ”

Watching the woman leave with the child with a thousand thanks, Todd stood thoughtfully in place.

"Let's go, there's still a long way to go. ”

Tristan pressed the hem of his hood and slowly walked down the street.

Todd, who had spent an entire day touring most of the Acropolis with Tristan, still had in mind the desperate, numb faces of the residents.

In the evening, Tristan walked to the cathedral's dining hall and saw Todd sitting at a table in the corner, flipping through the stews on his plate with a wooden spoon.

Tristan walked over and sat down in the chair across from him, "What's not to taste?"

Todd glanced at him and said sarcastically, "In a city of famine, the food here is really rich. ”

Tristan shrugged, "You're saying this because you haven't been to the uptown banquet yet." ”

Todd was stunned for a moment, then looked at the meal on his plate without saying a word.

Tristan put a slice of prosciutto in his mouth and chewed it carefully: "Brother Felichild, I have heard of you in the church, but yesterday was the first time I saw you. Honestly, you're not quite the same as the rumors. ”

Todd raised his head and narrowed his eyes: "How is it different?"

"As a close confidant of the Pope and the clerk of the Tzu Chi Knights, you are more ...... than you have been rumored Introverted ......"

Todd smashed a slice of cauliflower in half with a wooden spoon and said with a smile: "Introverted? ”

Tristan laughed as well: "That's right, I heard that your predecessor was transferred to the Southern Mission, and after that, no one saw him again. ”

The expression on Todd's face slowly became serious, only to find that Tristan's smile was even brighter.

After dinner, Todd returned to his room, opened the soul space according to the predetermined contact time with Rachel, and summoned the latter.

"What do you call such a thing in your world?" Richer pulled out a wooden skewer with beef on it from the boiling hot pot.

Todd put a large handful of various meat and vegetable skewers in the bottom of the pot, closed the lid, and opened a can of cold beer for Rachel and himself.

"If you pick up a wooden skewer and eat it directly, it is called a string of incense, and if you put the ingredients into a bowl, it is called spicy tang. ”

Rechel, who was spicy with his mouth spicy and fanning the wind with the spicy oil on the hot beef, hurriedly took the beer handed by Todd, took a big sip, and let out a pleasant cry from his throat with his eyes closed.

"It's a great feeling!"

Looking at the joy on Rachel's face, Todd laughed.

He opened a bottle of sand tea sauce and poured another plate of each: "Dip this before eating, it will taste better." ”

With a happy expression, Richer ate the ingredients on the plate one bite at a time: "Sometimes, I really want to live here for the rest of my life. Outside, there is no food, no TV series, not even a bag of potato chips!"

"This kind of thinking of yours is dangerous. Todd took a sip of cold beer and said with a smile, "Do you know what in my world you call someone who thinks like you?"

"What?"

"Otaku. ”

Rachel raised her eyebrows and said, "Otaku, that doesn't sound like a good name!"

Todd waved his hand: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about that, I'll go to the dinner in the Holy Acropolis tomorrow night." Do you have any information about the city?"

Rachel reached out and threw a two-centimeter-thick booklet in front of Todd.

Todd was a little dumbfounded: "What is this?"

Richer gave him a blank look: "This is the aristocratic material for the banquet tomorrow night." ”

"So much?!"

"You have to memorize it all before you go. ”

The wooden stick in Todd's hand fell to the ground blankly: "All memorized?!"

"Of course, if Felichild has a secret deal with His Highness Sinclair, then it means that he should know a lot of nobles of the Holy Acropolis and memorize these materials so as not to make others suspicious. ”

Rachel said as she ate a slice of luncheon meat full of chili peppers and drank half a can of beer with her neck tilted.

Todd took the material with a bitter face, suddenly remembered something, and said to Richel, "What do you think of Tristan?"

Richer stuffed her mouth with food, and she slurred her words, "What's wrong with him?

"Not really, he was very cooperative. Todd slowly drank the beer from the can: "Through getting along with him today, I think he has a lot of prejudice against the church, maybe he is a person who can win over." ”

Rachel swallowed the food with a beer and patted his chest: "He and his mentor Abrold have a request for Twilight, and Twilight can use their power in the church, and that's all there is to it." If we want to win them over to our side, I don't agree with that. ”

Todd leaned forward, "Oh? Tell me, why don't you agree?"

"First, he's not a xenomorph, he cares about the safety of scholars and mentors. You can't guarantee that one day, when the interests of the two conflict, he will not turn his sword against us......"

Hearing this, Todd couldn't help but say, "You can't deny everything just because he's not an alien, right? Besides, even if it's an alien, there are many of them who are our enemies." ”

Rachel shook the wooden stick and said: "Once a person is marked with a different kind of sticky note, it means that he has no way out but to choose to stand on the opposite side of the world and fight for his freedom." The way to fight for freedom is to use violent attacks and repressive rule, while Twilight uses alliances and alliances. I prefer the latter to the latter. ”

Listening to Richel's faster and faster words, Todd glanced at the other party in surprise.

The woman's face turned red, and Todd counted the empty cans in front of her, and there were as many as twelve.

Can you get drunk when you drink beer in the soul space?

As soon as Todd had such an idea, he heard Rachel continue: "So, I hate two kinds of people the most. The first type of people try to use their alien abilities to enslave and destroy their compatriots and protect their own interests, and the second type of people try to deny their alien identity and anesthetize themselves with a normal life. ”

"Richel, you seem to be drunk......"

"I didn't. Flushed, Rachel rolled her eyes and said as she thought, "Where did I just go?"

"By the way, there's another reason, and that's Tristan's mentor, Cardinal Abraury!"

Rachel rubbed his brows vigorously and said with a distressed expression: "Among the people I've seen over the years, there are a few people I have never understood, and that old man from Aberle is one of them. ”

Todd stood up with a wry smile, picked up Rachel and said, "You really drank too much, I didn't expect you to drink so shallowly...... In this way, I will send you out, and you will have a good night's rest. ”

Rachel hugged Todd with his backhand, his mouth full of the pungent smell of beer and chili: "I've seen a copy of your collection, but it's made of ice, do you want to try it?"

Todd was at a loss: "What collection? What ice cubes?"

Rachel kissed Todd's lips, and the spiciness on the former's tongue made the latter frown.

With a wicked smile on her face, Rachel slowly crouched down.

"Oh my God! What are you doing?!You're crazy!It's so hot!It's so hot!"

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