The two newly acquainted partners did not go to the banquet hall to eat, but directly feasted in the palace kitchen.

Both Tepes and Mirsa prefer this casual environment, where they don't need to deliberately limit themselves because of certain rules.

The air was filled with a tantalizing scent, and Mirsa's throat twitched, swallowing her saliva.

He has always firmly believed that people eat only to replenish energy.

Obviously, the previous idea has been overturned, and the door to the new world has opened a crack.

Mirsa's every move, every little detail, did not escape Tsepes's eyes.

can be moved by foreign objects, and there are still fireworks on his body, it seems that he has not been poisoned by extremist thoughts.

Making a judgment in his heart, he poured a glass of wine for Mirsa, and then laughed and joked:

"Friend, you seem to have swallowed saliva just now."

"I didn't!"

"You have, I can see it clearly."

"That'...... That's just because of an itchy throat, not because of the smell of the food, so I won't do such a shameful thing! ”

"I only said that you swallowed your saliva, and I didn't say why, why do you have to take the initiative to explain why.

Unless, because you have a weak heart, that's why you ......"

"I didn't!"

Mirsa's face turned red, and he resolutely refused to admit that he was greedy, and at the same time, this conversation made him feel very shameless.

And what made him strange was that he was so squeezed and made so faceless, but he was not angry at all.

This is not normal, it is very abnormal, is this the mutual loss between friends?

After thinking about it in wonder, Mirsa could only come to this conclusion.

The feeling now is very strange to him, but it is very comfortable.

The reason for swallowing saliva did not continue the debate, because the head chef Jones put a roasted duck on the table.

He followed the method taught by Tsepes, and the two knives flew up and down, cutting the roast duck with a thousand knives.

During this time, thin spring cakes, sweet pasta sauce with Wallachian characteristics, shredded shallots, and pickled cucumber strips stored before winter are also put on the table.

Under Tsepes's guidance, Mirsa rolled up spring cakes and ate the most authentic Targovistai roast duck.

Instead of jumping up and cheering, or bursting into tears, Mirsa didn't say anything, but picked up another piece of spring cake and repeated the previous steps.

This product is really delicious. A few minutes later, looking at the empty plates, Cepes sighed in his heart.

"Food, it turns out, can also have a soul."

Compared with Tepes's exclamation, Mirsa's exclamation is obviously more high-end.

However, Cepes didn't let this guy smoothly pretend to be forced.

"Friend, the amount of food is good, I'm sure you were gluttonous before."

"I ......"

"What are you, just admit it honestly, friends, be honest, let me laugh at it."

I made a joke with Mirsa, and inadvertently, Tsepes changed the topic and asked casually:

"Just now you said that in the Ajsh Hermitage, your combat power can rank second, no nonsense."

"Of course not, in the entire monastery, only the teacher can beat me."

On Mirsa's face, an arrogant expression instantly appeared again, and it seemed that his extraordinary combat power had always made him proud.

"Then why are you still a nameless monk, I am deeply skeptical of your words."

Tsepes spread his hands and in this way, let Mirsa give an explanation.

"The teacher said that my will was not strong enough, so I did not become a three-peer cultivator.

But my combat power is only stronger than theirs, not weaker, I don't talk nonsense, I can swear to God on this. ”

"The twins and the redhead, can you beat them?"

"I didn't have much contact with them, and I didn't see them until I came to Targoviste.

But to be sure, they are the elite of the elite, and I fight them to the death, and the best result is to die with someone. ”

Mirsa's expression was serious, and after careful consideration, he gave an answer.

Those who can come to him are masters of the hermitage, and Cepes expected this.

Then he went on to ask:

"How much do you know about their personal information? Can you talk to me, it's just a small talk between friends. ”

Mirsa didn't have any scheming, he didn't even think about it, and talked about the gossip of several members of the hermitage.

"The twins are Moldovans, and their parents used to be hermitages.

However, according to the rules, a hermit cannot get married, let alone have children.

Those who break the vows will be admonished by the elders and nailed to the walls of the monastery, and they will die of thirst and starvation. ”

Mirsa drank the wine from her glass, then filled herself with a full glass of wine, and went on in a vivid voice:

"It stands to reason that the parents of the twins could not survive, and neither of them could have been born.

However, the mother of both of them, who was nailed to the wall for more than half a year, took her last breath.

At the same time as they died, twins were born, and everyone said that the lives of the two of them were miracles from God. ”

Extremely cruel and dirty, Mirsa's eyebrows fluttered.

This is not due to his nature, but because of the extreme education he received from an early age.

Worldview, as long as it is deliberately cultivated from an early age, even if it is distorted and perverted, it will be deeply ingrained.

Milsa knew this story, and the twins, who were the parties involved, must have also understood what their parents had suffered.

But under extreme education, their parents became the embodiment of evil.

In turn, people sing the praises of the great God.

A mother who survived strongly, and a well-wisher who secretly gave food and water, would never be brought up by those who led the mind.

A pair of twins thus became the most loyal tools of a certain church authority.

It's simply the biggest irony in the world.

Listening to Mirsa's narration, Tepes's mood became more and more depressed.

When he saw that Mirsa was about to drink the red wine in the glass again, he finally couldn't help but speak.

"Don't drink it! Don't you think there's something wrong with this story!? ”

"What's the problem?"

Mills put down his glass, he didn't understand what Cepes meant, but as a friend, he made a gesture of listening.

"First question, what kind of people do you think the parents of twins are?"

"Their parents? I guess it's a blasphemer who betrays the doctrine. ”

"Why do you think so?"

"Because they've broken the rules!"

"Who made the rules?"

"Oh God! Is there a problem? ”

"There is a problem, a big problem!

It is the Great Pastor or someone else who makes the rules, and God would not make such inhuman rules. ”

When it came to faith, Mirsa's expression was no longer relaxed, his brows furrowed, and he stared at Cepes.

His heart is very conflicted at the moment.

He believed that Tsepesh's words were blasphemy against God and should be punished severely.

On the other hand, he didn't want to lose the only friend he had, even if the two of them had become friends for less than an hour.

ps Thanks to the reward of Zero Chuyuan, I decided to make three changes today, even if I write it in the second half of the night.