The ascetic pursed his lips, his lips were still so mean, but now some rosy hues could be faintly seen, thanks to-

On the table in front of him was a diet that was very much in line with the rules of the Jeffrey ascetics, a plate of bread and a bowl of soup, which alone could not be said to be excessive in any way. But the bread slices - I don't know what magic the chef used - were white and fluffy, and the bite felt like chewing soft cream, and not only did not require a saw or a knife, but even a toothless seventy-year-old could enjoy the food effortlessly, and felt nourishing. The soup was filled with lovely green leaves, fragrant, and his dear cousin assured that it was full of wild herbs and roots that conformed to the rules of the Jeffrey Order, but that the varieties were selected from among the many edible things in the wilderness that were particularly nutritious and tasty.

Yes! He believed that his cousin was not lying in this regard, for his dear cousin did not pretend to be plain at all when there was no prescribed cutlery, which the vast majority of people in this day had no utensils except for their fingers and wooden plates, and therefore the Jeffrey Order. The soup is served in a large silver bowl carved with slender seaweed and various sea fish, the eyes and shark fins are partially inlaid with round and long strips of blue glass, and the lid of the bowl is two small pigeons affectionately next to each other, their eyes are inlaid with transparent glass, and the back of the glass is blackened, this technique makes the pigeon's eyes particularly fascinating. A pigeon holds a silver olive branch in its beak.

The ascetic had seen something of value in his uncle's house, and he knew that the price of such a large soup bowl was far greater than the weight of its silver, and that not every silversmith could produce such a work. The plate on which the bread slice was served as smooth as a white seashell that he had never seen before. It depicts green leaves and budding red roses, and he had seen in the streets men wearing amulets of the same texture, plain and flowerless, and although he had never inquired about the price, the silver around the amulets was self-evident. Next to the plate were several small saucers with seasonings, the first with wild honey and the second with rock salt. Others serve a variety of colorful jams made from wild fruits such as lingonberries, gooseberries, raspberries, and raspberries, all of which are used to spread slices of bread.

What a cunning devil! Giving him such a copy is very in line with the rules. In fact, it is far more luxurious than the average common person's food!

Realizing what a formidable opponent he was facing, he inwardly warned himself once again not to act rashly, then raised his spoon and began to eat his breakfast slowly. Instead of having a new round of quarrels with his cousin over "whether to go to hell if you are indulging in food".

The archbishop, who sat across from him and was enjoying breakfast of fried eggs, fried sausages, brioche bread and hot milk, was delighted by his peace. He didn't want to accompany his cousin to eat the Jeffrey Order's diet, even if it had been improved by the cook.

He has a lot of things to do every day, a lot of big plays to perform, and a lot of bad ideas to think about, which is not just a supplement from eating some wild honey, white bread and dandelion soup! As a high priest who always had to take the lead in his physical deeds and not just pray for his ascension to heaven, he had to secure his physical and mental powers! So, although his cousin didn't seem very happy, the archbishop was quite satisfied with the situation before him. After all, his cousin has been poisoned for many years, and it is a miracle that the hospital can treat him like this.

The two of them sat at opposite ends of the table, each with their own thoughts. To outsiders, it looks good: needless to say, the archbishop had thoroughly bathed, trimmed his nails, and combed his hair with hot water when he was admitted to the hospital, and his old clothes had been incinerated by the hospital as highly pathogenic garbage, and now he had to wear the new clothes given by the archbishop, which were still black goat's hair, but had been carefully sorted, combed, and knitted, and there was no such craft in Neustria in the past, and many of the little nobles could not wear such clothes! Good clothes, cleanliness and a nutritious diet greatly saved his appearance, except for the fact that his hairstyle had not been changed, but it was no longer obtrusive to sit next to the archbishop.

The morning breeze blew in through the crack in the window, causing the pot of delicate calendula and the snow lilies that adorned the center of the table to sway slightly. Because the archbishop often had a time to deal with things during meals, he did not have the habit of listening to music at meals, but chose to put a pot of flowers on the table. After breakfast, he would go down to his busy work, and the ascetic would return to his room for the next prayer.

It's just that when it's so smooth, it's always not too much.

When one of the heralds pushed the door with a loud "clang", the archbishop, who had become accustomed to it, resigned himself to taking the leftover fried eggs and sausages with bread and making what the queen sometimes called a sandwich, sometimes a meat bun, sometimes a pancake and fruit in his hand, and then asked, "What happened again?" ”

"It's amazing!"

"Speak slowly!" The archbishop commanded, and the boy next to him poured a glass of water for the visitor, but the herald brought more news than they expected.

"Fuck off! I don't care about you! Miraj strode through the street with his head held high, he raised his hands and shouted: "The wicked will pay for the evil they have done so far!" The kingdom of truth is near, and the time has come to sweep away error! Take refuge in the path of truth, and you may be saved from the fire of brimstone! ”

At first, the passers-by looked at him curiously, thinking that this was another advertisement for a shop (with the abolition of the old rules, the shops of Aronael had their own tricks, and the people were accustomed to watching the excitement), but they soon stopped laughing, and Miraj came up to them, and told them with fierce eyes and stern words that the laws of truth had taken root in the land of Neustria, and that they could not expect to continue to go unpunished in this land.

"If you wear such immoral, unruly garments, we can't guarantee what will happen to you! Learn to be ashamed and cover your sinful bodies and faces! Miraj and his companions shouted at every woman who happened to meet them, and if anyone wanted to give an opinion on it, they pushed her mercilessly into a ditch by the side of the street, and cursed through gritted teeth: "Cousin! Whore! The devil who seduces and corrupts men! They give the same treatment to the men who want to stand in their way, and every time they push one such man into the ditch, they cheer for the defeat of another evil opponent of the truth, and hail that the kingdom is one step closer to the truth: "We had to tolerate (these evils) in the past, but now we are going to stand up!" ”

Lucy, who was carrying a basket full of small fish and shrimp that she had just bought from the dock, was about to deliver to her mother's shop, and she walked with her head down because she had to carry a heavy basket on her back, and she didn't notice what was happening on the road in front of her.

Then, she was seized by several pairs of strong hands, "A shameless prostitute!" Behold, she bare shameful legs! ”

"I'm not ......"

Mirai came up and slapped her violently: "As a woman, she doesn't abide by the law, she shows her face, and she dares to talk back to a man!" Little cousin! We're going to teach you what the rules are! ”

The "rule" was that they beat her several more times, took away her basket despite her cries, dumped the fish and shrimp inside, and then kicked her over in the mud.

"You ...... You ......" Young Lucy never dreamed of this, she cried and tried to pick up the fish and shrimp back into the basket, when someone stomped on her finger fiercely, "Get out! Bad things that try to seduce men! I'm not going to give you a chance! Then he let go of her fingers in order to take a few steps back, and then he flew up and kicked her to the other side of the road. (To be continued......)

PS: The next novel is going to be called "Reborn Demon Queen Girl", do you have any opinions and suggestions?