franphil Chapter 416 Tomato Sauce Moon
Chapter 416 Tomato Sauce Moon
Chapter 416 Tomato Sauce Moon
Poor Palez Zoroaster.
There was nothing wrong with it; at least it was the last vestige of conscience of the thief. But because of the incomplete state of mind, he couldn't tell the real Li Kui from the fake one, and was even fooled by Klein, a master conman who was used to deceiving people, and became suspicious and paranoid.
Xiaer couldn't give Xiu a reminder. After all, it didn't matter for other accounts, but this identity as the youngest son of Councilor Maynard was for his daily life experience. It was specially encrypted, so it seemed normal for the incomplete Zoroaster to ignore the bishop's abnormality.
After all, recognizing the aura of gray mist emanating from Klein was one aspect.
The Church of the Night has a mid-sequence of the Hanged Man pathway, which is one thing. As for normal people, at least the old man pays more attention to Dawn Dantes, and it's understandable that he slightly neglects ordinary Hanged Man pathway extraordinary individuals. After all, what is needed is the aura of the gray mist, not something else.
The Gui San family's caution lies in the fact that even though they discovered that Dawn Dantes had some problems, they did not use clones or other means to investigate or probe for a long time afterward. They simply stopped after receiving a warning.
This doesn't make any sense no matter how you look at it; we need to let "0-08" have some influence.
Well, the full moon is almost here, I'd better focus on preparing for the Moon Mass in a few days.
Xia Er withdrew his gaze and focused on his work. Exploring the truth of the world and finding something that brings peace to one's heart are equally important. He did not think this was a sign of weakness. Information exchange is the underlying logic of the universe, and so is finding a job that isn't so terrible.
Friday, January 5th.
It was a full moon that day.
The Moon Mass means that, in addition to the goddess of night reaping a wave of pure faith, the priests of the Church of Night will also receive a generous bonus.
Although the offering box at St. Samuel's Cathedral was right there, and although the priests of the Church of the Night could all contribute a considerable sum, everyone subconsciously overlooked this fact, except for Chael, who put in 100.
This pound is a reward for myself.
Then, not long after, the money was returned. The priest in charge of the matter solemnly warned Chael that he could not break the rules, and that even if he wanted to donate, it should be in another box.
"Sir, I only donated 10 pounds."
Chael was clearly in a dilemma; he didn't want to take more money from others.
"Please don't doubt my 30 years of experience, Mr. Maynard. Really, every year there are kids like you with a strange sense of mission."
The old priest was helpless. He had seen too many people and things like this. Some said there was a lot of money involved, some said there was little. These little rascals weren't after money; they just wanted to make fun of this old man.
"Alright, Father."
"As a token of my gratitude."
Without making a sound, Chael slipped something into the priest's arms.
You're here again, kid?
Are you going to use your money to humiliate this old man again?
The old priest was somewhat annoyed; in his long career, he had seen many such wealthy little people who liked to throw money around.
However, the texture felt a little off... He looked down and saw two small plastic packets of ketchup.
In this era, such things probably existed. After all, if there was toilet paper, how could there not be similar plastic bags? Emperor Roselle always ends up paying the price for some unreasonable things done by his descendants.
"Ahem!"
"From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were a good butler."
The old priest's expression softened, and no one understood how much of a salvation ketchup was to the people of Backlund, especially on a night destined to be long and busy. Two bags of ketchup were a true spiritual savior.
"You look great today, Maynard."
Daisy, still draped in a black robe, walked over, placed her delicate hand on Xia'er's shoulder, and then licked her lips at him.
Daly swore that if it were someone else, she would definitely pay attention to her manners, after all, she is not the Daly she used to be, but as for Xia Er, Dunn would definitely understand. Well, she's just a naturally mischievous person who couldn't help herself.
"How fortunate I am to meet such a witty lady in such a tedious job."
Xia Er smiled, of course she understood what Daly meant, and handed over two more packets of ketchup.
But by the time he came to his senses, he was surrounded by a group of priests whose clothes were black with red accents.
These guys, instead of working properly... it's just two packets of ketchup...
Shael quickly ran out of the ketchup he carried with him, but being a perfect person, he quickly devised some more ketchup to distribute. This was called food creation in Azeroth, and it wasn't too difficult. Shael even wanted Megalos to open a ketchup factory later.
As the bishops, priests, and nuns left with satisfaction, Chael saw his mother, Mrs. Maynard, and Megos approaching him. He naturally handed out two packets, and only then did he feel a little ashamed.
This seemed to be a switch; Hazel smiled, took her mother's hand, walked over, and took a few ketchup packets. As she left, she squeezed Chael's white gloves, her smile looking cute and playful.
Then... it gave the other people who came to Mass the wrong signal.
Is this handsome man in bishop's robes distributing small gifts on behalf of the Church of the Night, or is it ketchup that everyone can use? Is this a blessing from the goddess for tonight?
"Praise beauties, goddess."
Several girls walked over shyly and drew a crimson moon on their chests.
Chael maintained a polite smile, then took out more ketchup from his black canvas bag.
He, the officiant of tonight's Mass and a leading figure at St. Samuel's Cathedral, was thus forcibly confined to this place. The other priests responsible for guiding the believers in did not stop him; instead, they helped maintain order with great interest.
Even as Dawn Dantes... Klein walked in dazedly with his servant, queued up in a daze, and took away two packets of ketchup, his mind was still hazy. In his left pocket was the 300 pounds he had prepared to donate, and in his right pocket were the two packets of ketchup he had just received.
Klein had no idea when the Church of the Night had started this tradition. He turned around and saw that his personal servant Richardson was also holding two packets of ketchup, which made him feel a little better. At least he had four packets now.
This process lasted about 10 minutes.
When Xiaer finally stood in front of the Black Night Holy Emblem, two packets of ketchup were missing from his pocket. They had been stolen, but thankfully, the other party had only stolen what he had imagined.
"The crimson full moon rises, illuminating the earth."
He started the chanting and led everyone in singing, at which point he lost the last two packets of ketchup he had on him.
A hidden force, without touching the imaginary product, stole the last two packets of ketchup from him.