If a person's internal organs have a color, Lu Chen feels that he must know what color his intestines are.

Green. Repentant.

Sitting in his seat, facing his plate, Lu Chen kept repeating only one sentence in his heart:

Lu Ergou, you stupid ×!

He was shrewd and calculated, but he still didn't expect that the meals of the Holy Church had reached such a bad level!

- On the oracle's plate were not delicacies, but two slices of bread that dried as bricks, and a piece of cured salted meat the size of chalk. Lu Daguan looked left and right, and found that compared with the surrounding priests, the bacon on his plate was still the thickest. ，

According to Eliot's memory, at the beginning of the siege, the food of these ordinary members of the church was still the standard bread, butter, olive, cured meat, and wine set! Unexpectedly, after four months, the church was so poor that it didn't even dare to make more cured meat!

Why should I go to the dining room to eat? Why don't I stay in my bedroom and enjoy the delicious food that is exclusive to the church higher-ups?" Lu Chen took a bite of bread with tears in his eyes while doubting his life.

With a "creak", he felt his back molars shake.

According to the canon, the clergy's meals should be simple - but this is too simple!

However, no matter how many sentences Lu Chen scolded in his heart, as a leader, he still had to set an example, since he decided to have lunch with his subordinates, no matter how bad the food was, he had to swallow it in his stomach......

With tears in his eyes, the Divine Messenger took the dry piece of cured meat and put it in his mouth—but he didn't dare to chew it.

He is only eighteen years old, and he has a few more years to stay with this good mouth.

Lu Daguan was here to think bitterly, and the person on his right suddenly touched his arm.

"Huh?" Lu Chen hurriedly turned his head to the right, and spit out the cured meat in his mouth back to the plate.

Sitting to the right of the Divine Envoy was a priest of about thirty years of age with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks. This priest was wearing a pitch-black clerical robe like the rest of his colleagues, but the cross ornament around his neck made Lu Chen feel a little special - it seemed, pure gold?

"Do you need this, Lord Divine Envoy?" the priest glanced around, saw that no one was paying attention, and smiled as he took out a small glass bottle from his bosom and placed it next to Eliot's plate.

Lu Chen picked up the glass bottle and looked at it closely, only to see that it contained a small half bottle of crystal white particles.

If Lu Chen's life experience is not wrong, it should be table salt. He carefully unscrewed the cap, picked up one and tasted it, confirming his judgment.

It's an important tool for seasoning a hard-to-swallow lunch!

"I have a heart. Lu Chen nodded gratefully at the other party, picked up the glass bottle and sprinkled it on the bread slices, and at the same time felt a little strange in his heart: salt is not a cheap thing in this era, and the church's salt is also managed by the kitchen.

What Lu Daguan didn't expect was that seeing that the salt he provided was praised by the divine envoy, the priest's face suddenly turned happy, and he took out a fist-sized oil paper bag out of nowhere, and flatteringly handed it to Lu Chen:

"You can try this too. ”

Lu Chen opened the corner of the oiled paper bag and looked at it: it was a pale yellow lump inside.

"It's ——?," he raised an eyebrow.

The priest quickly turned his head to look around to make sure it was safe, and then replied in a low voice, "Butter." ”

Lu Chen was shocked.

Even the amount of oil in the kitchen that has provided them with these high-level diets is getting less and less these days, and this one actually carries such a large piece of butter with him!

"Where did you come from?" Lu Chen glared at the priest viciously, "Even I didn't know there was so much butter in the church!"

A hint of panic crept up the priest's face. He stammered, "Well, this was four months ago...... I hid it before the church was surrounded, just to wait for the opportunity to dedicate and dedicate to the Divine Envoy!"

"Fart! Four months, the butter has not long been moldy!" Lu Chen almost laughed angrily at this retarded lie.

The priest shrunk his shoulders aggrievedly, not daring to say more.

Lu Chen pondered for a moment, opened the oil paper wrapped in butter and looked at it: in the corner of the oil paper, there was a light red cross seal, which proved that this was the storage of the underground warehouse of the Central Cathedral.

He held the oiled paper up in front of the priest's eyes, tapped the mark on it with his fingertips, and looked at the other man coldly.

The priest blushed and bowed his head with a smirk.

"When did you steal it?" Lu Chen asked with a sneer.

"The day before yesterday. The priest replied with his head bowed, his voice as thin as a gnat, "There are several boxes in the warehouse, so I took this small piece." ”

Lu Chen suddenly felt a little strange: this feeling of interrogating a prisoner reminded him of his work on Earth in his previous life.

"How many boxes?" Lu Chen suddenly realized that something was wrong, "What the Pope told me is that we have run out of ammunition and food!

"Yes, yes!" said the priest's face, "and besides butter, salt, whole pieces of cured pork, and sacks of flour...... I think it's enough to last for months, and I don't know why we eat so badly every day......"

Lu Chen snorted, took off a piece of butter and smeared it on his bread, and returned the rest to the priest.

He knows too well the Pope's calculations: he deliberately creates the illusion of insufficient supplies, isn't it just to force everyone to surrender to the council as soon as possible?

"The warehouse should have been guarded all the time......" he asked, picking up the flavorful butter salted bread, taking a bite of it, and mutteringly, "how did you steal it?"

"Lord Huiyu......" Seeing that the divine envoy did not seem to have the intention of pursuing it, the priest hurriedly replied with a smile, "There is only one guard guarding the warehouse, and there is a shift at eleven o'clock every night and six o'clock in the morning, as long as an accomplice throws stones to attract the attention of the guards, he can open a gap to sneak in—he goes in at eleven o'clock in the evening, picks up the goods in the warehouse and waits for seven hours, and he can come out with the goods at six o'clock the next morning......"

Lu Chen sneered and looked at the priest a few times: he was quite suspicious now, and the golden cross around this guy's neck was also not coming from the right way.

"Pretty professional, isn't it?

"No...... I'll tell you the truth...... "The priest sneered, curling his neck, "Before I converted to the Holy Spirit and became a priest, I was a second-class thief of the Imperial Capital Thieves Guild......"

Lu Chen almost squirted the bread in his mouth.

Your Majesty, yours...... The talent building of this church is engaged, and even thieves have been recruited!

"What's your name?" he swallowed the food in his mouth, squinting at the priest lightly.

"My name is Yunston...... If you bother to go to the Thieves' Guild to investigate, a few of the big cases I've done are still in the files!" the thief priest named Yunston hurriedly reported to his home, and there was still a hint of ...... in his tone Proud?

"Winston, huh? I remember you. Lu Chen picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, glancing at the religious scum, "Help me steal some pepper next time." ”