"Happy New Year, Lord Elliot!"

The maid Anjie jumped briskly in front of the divine envoy and bowed with a grin.

Lu Chen sat at the desk, looking at the maid's expression, and couldn't help but smile.

Only An Jie, an optimistic little girl, can say a New Year's greeting so happily in the siege.

"Happy New Year, Anjie, too. Lu Chen replied with a smile, stretching out his hand and wrapping his arms around the maid's waist.

An Jie let out a small exclamation, her cheeks flushed, but she didn't resist or try to break free.

Now the god envoy is a little embarrassed. He let go of his hand, picked up a red paper bag from the table and handed it to An Jie.

An Jie took the paper bag and pinched it, feeling that there was something hard in it.

"What is this?" asked An Jie curiously, the flush on her face still not subsided.

"New Year's gift. Lu Chen squeezed his eyes, "Open it and take a look." ”

An Jie hurriedly opened the seal of the red paper packet, only to find five glittering Imperial Gold Coins inside.

At present, the currency circulation system in the empire is chaotic, with gold, silver, copper, and paper-like "gold yuans" circulating at the same time, but among them, gold coins are the most valuable, and among the many forms of gold coins, the well-minted and full-value Imperial gold coins have the highest purchasing power.

As the personal maid of the Divine Envoy, Anjie's salary is far higher than that of other servants, but even so, the five Imperial Gold Coins are a big windfall for her.

To Lu Chen's surprise, An Jie smiled and looked at the gold coin in the red paper bag, and handed it back to the Divine Envoy.

"What are you doing?" Lu Chen asked.

"I don't want to. An Jie smiled, "Now that the church's finances are so tight, I don't want your gifts;

Lu Chen was stunned: What she said on Christmas Day, this little girl remembers it quite clearly!

"Who said you don't have credit?" Lu Chen couldn't help but hold An Jie's arm with one hand, and pushed the red envelope back with the other, "This house is clean, isn't it all your credit?"

The little girl blushed and shirked again and again, but she still couldn't resist the persuasion of the divine envoy, and finally relented.

Seeing An Jie put away the red envelope with his head down, Lu Chen had mixed feelings in his heart - he had a whim, and sent red envelopes to his subordinates on the first day of the new year, originally just wanted to relive the feeling on the earth;

"Lord Elliot, are you alright?" As if noticing Lu Chen's strange appearance, An Jie asked softly.

"Ah, I'm fine. Lu Chen packed up his emotions and looked at his watch, "It's already six o'clock in the morning...... Let's go down and have breakfast!"

An Jie obediently agreed. So Lu Chen closed the book "Sir Gordon's Persona" and followed the maid downstairs.

Along the way, early risers weave their way through the corridors.

Although the group of clergy in the besieged city were still in a low mood, they seemed to have been infected by the cheerful atmosphere of the New Year, and they seemed to be more relaxed than usual.

Seeing the Divine Envoy passing by, the priests and nuns got out of the way and smiled at the Divine Envoy.

Lu Chen patiently returned the salute to these subordinates one by one.

Completely different faces, some young, some old, some unworldly, some experienced vicissitudes...... Looking at this paper face, looking at the piety and expectation in their eyes, Lu Chen suddenly felt a little flustered-

Can you really be a qualified leader?

Can you really take responsibility for their fate?

With questions like these, Lu Chen came to the restaurant with a heavy heart all the way.

The last time I visited, it was still crowded with church people dining. The difference is that today's restaurants are full of streamers and bells and whistles, and even the diners are wearing spiky holiday hats.

As Lu Chen walked into the restaurant, just like the last scene, people cast their eyes to this side, and the New Year's song that had been echoing came to an abrupt end.

However, under the influence of the warm atmosphere, today's people are more self-indulgent.

The silence did not last long before someone shouted out from nowhere, "God makes a happy new year!"

In a moment, the sound of blessings one after another sounded from all corners of the restaurant:

"God makes a Happy New Year!"

"God makes a Happy New Year!"

"God makes a Happy New Year!"

The huge restaurant quickly turned into a noisy sea of joy. Church members at the meal, both genuinely and falsely, raised their glasses to send their blessings to the Venerable Messenger, Lord Eliot Savile.

Hope, earnestness, respect...... Different colors change in different eyes, and even Lu Daguan, who has been in the world for a long time, can't completely distinguish people's moods.

Perhaps, everyone realized that their churches were close to dissolution. Therefore, they took advantage of the opportunity of this New Year to get rid of the shackles of weekdays and release their fierce emotions to the fullest. All the rules and precepts, all the hadith and dogmas are no longer important, and now they just want to find someone to offer their cordial and warm blessings.

God has made it good for adults and for everyone.

In the last days of the church, every believer wants to put his last good intentions on behalf of others.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Lu Chen was silent for a moment, and then bowed deeply, winning warm applause from the people.

No one saw it, and the divine envoy took advantage of the bowing action to secretly wipe the corners of his eyes.

Soon, the frenzy subsided. Lu Chen took An Jie, passed through people's friendly sights, and found an empty seat to sit down. Soon a diligent priest hurried from the kitchen to bring breakfast to the Divine Messenger.

On a white plate, bacon, eggs, and slices of bread are placed.

Lu Chen looked around and found that everyone's breakfast configuration was the same - although it was not as rich as the church's heyday, it was also a rare delicacy in recent days.

– The Pope is not wrong, the Church today has taken out all the treasured food.

Lu Chen raised his knife and fork, and was about to feast, but he felt someone poke his shoulder.

He turned around and found that the person who had come was both familiar to him and surprised him—

Yunston.

The church priest took his plate, nodded with a hippie smile, and sat down in the empty seat beside the divine envoy.

Lu Chen was suddenly a little moved, so he patted Yunston's shoulder.

The two of them have stolen things together, and they have a lifelong friendship.

"I've been waiting for you for days, and I'm finally waiting for you to come down for dinner. Yunston lowered his voice.

Lu Chen was suddenly a little ashamed: in the past few days, he had not eaten in the restaurant because he hated the bad food, so naturally he had no chance to meet Yunston.

"Are you looking for me?" Lu Chen asked in a low voice as he chewed on the bacon.

"It's nothing, I just want to ask you, have you handled that batch of goods?" Yunston's voice lowered, "That pile of stuff is too large, if there is anything inconvenient, I can help you think of a way." ”

Lu Chen smiled.

"It's okay, everything is well handled. The angel smiled, "They'll be useful soon." ”

What can a bunch of weapons and equipment come in handy? Winston was puzzled in his heart, and asked in a whisper:

"How quickly will it come in handy?"

Lu Chen looked around secretly to make sure that no one was eavesdropping, and then he sneered in a low voice:

"Soon—today, rather. ”