Freezing three feet, not a day's cold. The extreme ideas that have been instilled since childhood cannot be changed with just a few words.

Tsepes understood this, and the uncertain look on Mirsa's face told him that this friend was not hopeless.

Avoiding being too hasty and counterproductive, he decided to use the means of the god stick to deal with the god stick.

Calming down, he continued:

"You know, I'm God's patron and can hear God's voice, so don't question my claim."

The universal brick of God was moved out by Tsepesh, and it worked surprisingly well for Mirsa.

The solemn expression on this guy's face was swept away in an instant, and he scratched his head and smirked:

"Sorry to forget that you are a patron and can hear the gospel of God.

But ......"

As she spoke, Mirsa's expression became tangled again, as if she remembered the teachings of some high-ranking clergyman.

Mirsa's extremist ideas had not yet been finalized, and Cepes saw this, so he interrupted him directly, not giving him a chance to think crankily.

"No, but! No, but!

Whether it is what God says or the common sense of the world, from any point of view, the rules set by your hermitage are bullshit! It's all bullshit! ”

Tsepes snapped the case, and spoke in an unusually strong tone.

The reason for this is not only to guide Mirsa's thoughts, but also to vent anger at the whole thing.

The effect was not bad, and Mirsa focused all her attention on him.

Some of the higher-ups of the hermit order, who have said foolish nonsense, have also been temporarily blocked by Mirsa.

At the same time, the fat chefs who were busy through a door were also alarmed by the movement made by Cepes.

Some with kitchen knives, some with rolling pins, rushed out of the kitchen, ready to protect Cepes.

The head chef, Jones, is the most advanced in equipment, holding a long hook for hanging oven roast duck in both hands, rushing to the front of all the chefs.

Such a thrilling appearance startled both Mirsa and Tsepes, and the two looked at the cooks together.

Several fat cooks, not noticing the laughing and crying expression on Tsepeche's face, surrounded Mirsa in an unorganized manner.

Because he is usually untrained, in a panic, the scene of two fat men colliding together has happened at least three times.

"You guys, what are you doing here?"

Cepes spoke, and the chefs realized that they seemed to be overreacting.

Several chefs hurriedly put down their weapons and looked at their superior, head chef Jones.

"Big ...... My lord, we thought you were in trouble, so that's why we ......

Sorry, I beg your pardon for our recklessness, Your Excellency the wisest, wisest, bravest, and greatest Grand Duke in the world. ”

A cook who doesn't know how to make sycophants is definitely not a good actor.

Jones threw the hook to his men on the other side, then got down on one knee and begged for forgiveness with a flattering word.

"Don't say it's useless, hurry up and roast another duck, my friend hasn't eaten enough."

It didn't occur to him that he would punish the loyal chefs and send them back to the kitchen.

After the episode, Cepes's state also became relaxed, and he spread his hands helplessly and said:

"My friend, God tells me that certain church and monastic leaders have been corrupted by the devil and have become Satan's spokesmen.

If you were your friend, take my word for it instead of following the bullshit rules. ”

The tone of his voice was calm, but the content of his words exploded in Mirsa's mind like a bomb.

His face became cloudy again, obviously doing a psychological struggle, and it was many times stronger than before.

"Trust me, I need your support, my friend Millsa."

"Believe me, I am God's Visitor, and I am telling you all this because you are my friend."

"Friends, trust each other, I trust you, and then I tell you the secret, do you trust me, my friend."

Having been tough before, it allowed Mirsa to focus. Now, Tsepeš is taking the warm route again.

His incessant thoughts sounded disorganized, but every word affected Mirsa's train of thought.

With these invisible influences, Mirsa's train of thought became even more confused.

What he said is certainly not true, how can there be a spokesman for Satan in the monastic order, it must be talking nonsense!

But, I want to believe him! Even all this is so crazy!

He's my friend, I should trust him, but it's unbelievable!

It's a mess! My heart is so messy! Jesus Christ, can you give me an answer!

No matter how much it is, since they are friends, then I can't hurt him, whether it's right or wrong.

All kinds of contradictory ideas were raging in Mirsa's mind, and one thing gradually became clear.

Tsepes was a good friend of his, and could not be harmed.

The reason why this point will be clear is directly related to Tsepes's incessant fragmentation.

Constantly repeating some words forms psychological cues, thus influencing the thoughts of others.

This trick will not work for those who are determined in their minds, and Mirsa is now immersed in great ambivalence, and the slightest influence will change his mind.

Tsepes's fragmented thoughts continued, and after a while Mirsa held his head and said:

"My head is a mess, you let me think about it.

Whether you are a blasphemer or not, you are my friend and I will not report you to others.

Yes! What a terrible idea! But I know it's terrible, why do I have to do this! ”

Looking at Millsa's hysterical state, Tsepes closed his mouth, he was afraid that his good friend would be schizophrenic in pieces.

After a while, when Mirsa had calmed down, the kitchen door was pushed open from the inside.

Authentic Targovistai roast duck is definitely a good helper to defuse the awkward atmosphere.

"Don't think about that, come, let's eat roast duck, eat full roast duck and don't want to go home."

Tsepes said as he rolled up the roast duck and put it in his mouth, this time, he couldn't be swallowed by the foodie opposite.

Mirsa's spirit was a little sluggish, but fortunately, the fragrance in the air gave him a shot of strength.

As I said earlier, he doesn't want to think nonsense, and eating and drinking with friends and teasing each other is the best time.

"Friend, after talking about the twins, talk to me about the red-haired chick.

In my judgment, there seems to be a ...... between him and your teacher."

"Shut up! Can you let me eat quietly?

Also, you can tease me in any way, but you must not tease my teacher. ”

Mirsa's tone was tough, and the conversation was completely two friends, who were fighting each other because of disagreements.

It is not difficult to hear from this that the bearded Marzad's position in Mirsa's heart is a step higher than that of Cepes's friend.

In this regard, Tsepes has no opinion, what he wants to cultivate is a normal person, respect for the teacher, is the most normal expression of feelings.

PS Hand writing is slow, stay up late to write the 3rd update