Chapter 41 Poverty makes people calmTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2017 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-06 11:00:04
"Please put down the picture albums in your hands for a moment, girls." Mrs. Valerie walked out of the inner room, clapping her hands to attract the attention of Audrey and Anne, then bent down to lift the gauze curtain, like an auctioneer unveiling a collection, showing the boy behind, and proudly said:
"Allow me to introduce you to Mr. Ricardo, Backlund's most famous psychiatrist in the future."
This city is foggy all year round, and the sun is sparse, but when the gauze curtain was lifted, Lu Mingfei always felt like the curtain of a drama stage was lifted, and the spotlights were all on his face. Although there were only two people in the audience, he was more nervous than when he was standing on the podium. Thousands of eyes were staring at his every move as the "leading actor". If there was any mistake, the respectable psychiatrist would become a clown throwing colored balls in the circus.
"...Unbelievable." Audrey raised her arms, covering her lips with her pure white silk gloves. Her emerald eyes flashed with disturbing colors, which made people think of the little girl who was interested in the dress-up dolls. After being reminded by the maid Annie with a light cough, she smiled apologetically and said seriously:
"Mr. Lu Mingfei, I think you need to spend some time every day to get yourself dressed like this. Or you can book a monthly package from Mrs. Valerie."
That time is enough for me to accompany a monkey, a pig and...what kind of monster is Sha Seng? Anyway, I can go to the West and back. Lu Mingfei's mind was racing. Even if he changed into a brocade cassock here and had a psychological clinic as a purple gold bowl to beg for food in half a month, he was still far from being the white monk who could charm the Queen of the Kingdom of Women. He said embarrassedly:
"Audrey you are exaggerating."
"Not at all." The girl said very confidently, motioning the maid beside her to make way, and showed the full-length mirror in the store to Lu Mingfei, even pinching her chin to make a professional assessment:
"The dark grey wool suit is indeed a good choice. It is different from the old-fashioned image of most gentlemen, and it is not as domineering as a military uniform. The overall dark color scheme will not appear too abrupt in social occasions. And if I am not mistaken, this suit also retains the shoulder line design of the dress?"
Every designer hopes to receive professional praise, not to mention that the reviewer is Miss "Backlund's Most Dazzling Gem", so Mrs. Valerie also showed a proud smile and praised: "As expected of Miss Audrey. Although it is just ready-to-wear clothes, Mr. Ricardo is a good clothes hanger, but he is usually too reserved - only a formal suit that is straight enough can support the gentleman's demeanor, matched with a ruffled scarf and a white linen shirt, and also take into account the changeable weather here in Backlund."
With this as an excuse, the two women started a very professional fashion discussion, from the fine cross pattern on the formal suit to the silver buckle on the collar, to the pocket watch with a brass chain as decoration, and then mentioned the leather shoes that were deliberately not decorated too shiny.
Audrey even boldly approached Lu Mingfei and closed her eyes to carefully identify the type of perfume. Although it was not the expensive brand she often used, the mixed scent of bitter orange and ink was very consistent with the intellectual image of a psychologist...
Lu Mingfei was staring at himself in the mirror in a daze.
"Maybe I can really charm the Queen of the Kingdom of Women now." If he knew how to smoke, he would have lit up a cigarette to calm himself down, so as not to get carried away and chat up noble ladies on the street, and then live a happy life that people both despise and envy.
Even Lu Mingfei himself couldn't connect the figure in the mirror with the boy with messy hair half an hour ago. The slightly long hair was slightly curled at the end by Mrs. Valerie, and spread out in a natural arc behind the neck. As for the few strands in front of the forehead, they swayed slowly in the breeze pouring in from the window...
"Poverty calms me down, poverty calms me down." Lu Mingfei looked at himself in the mirror and repeatedly mentioned the thickness of his wallet in an attempt to calm himself down, but he still couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips. In the end, he could only find a suitable excuse and sighed, "The gold pound has corrupted me."
"Don't worry, Mr. Ricardo." The maid standing by the mirror stepped forward to offer capital assistance. She quietly glanced at Mrs. Valerie who was chatting enthusiastically with her mistress and gave a more cost-effective solution: "Your hairstyle and clothing matching are not complicated. Most personal maids can do it."
At that moment, Lu Mingfei thought Annie was going to change jobs! He took a step back in fear, away from the blushing maid, waving his hands in the air, and finally lowered his voice:
"Miss Annie, in my hometown, to seduce a woman close to 'Big Brother' you have to stab her in the back with a knife, leaving two wounds... I'm not doubting the purity of your relationship with Miss Audrey, really!"
He stretched both of his hands straight, one of them was in the air, and he used the other hand to simulate the blade of a knife and stabbed wildly, trying to vividly demonstrate the "three cuts and six holes" punishment. This look even made Anne, who was suspected of her sexual orientation, couldn't help laughing. She shrugged for a long time before she adjusted her expression and explained:
"I didn't leave Miss Audrey and become your personal maid. But you still need a personal maid after all. You can leave your hairstyle and clothing to her. It's definitely more cost-effective than ordering a monthly package from Mrs. Valerie."
"Excuse me, Miss Annie's salary?" Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the mirror as if he wanted to carefully record his changed appearance. In fact, he was quietly asking about his future monthly expenses.
"The annual salary is 40 pounds." Anne barely understood what he meant, "which is 12 soli and 6 pence per week. It's higher than most valet servants and close to the annual salary of a housekeeper... Earl Hall is very generous. If you go to the 'Association for Helping Domestic Servants' to hire him, it will probably only cost 18 to 20 pounds."
Lu Mingfei let out a long sigh, thinking that even if he paid off the balance of today's formal suit, he could probably still hire a maid for twenty years. He could even be more immoral and change one every year, and they would always be eighteen years old, so he said easily: "It's acceptable."
"What's acceptable?" After finishing the small talk about fashion, Audrey turned her head curiously, "What are you talking about?"
"Miss Anne is explaining to me about future expenses." Lu Mingfei answered honestly, but only skipped Mrs. Valerie's money-saving strategy: "I don't think I will end up living on the streets after leaving St. Samuel's Church."Chapter 42 Backlund's Most Dazzling DiamondTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2022 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-06 11:00:04
Living on the streets is too much of an exaggeration. Archbishop Anthony will not allow such a thing to happen. Audrey has personally witnessed how much the old man cares about Lu Mingfei. If she hadn't known that Archbishop Anthony was unmarried, she would have thought that the boy was his illegitimate child.
But considering that Lu Mingfei didn't know much about the Backlund nobles, and didn't know how much money he had, the girl decided to take precautions in advance:
"What did Annie introduce?"
"A personal maid." Lu Mingfei answered without hesitation, then pinched his chin and thought for a while. Based on the previous conversation, he concluded what he needed: "Maybe a butler?"
"Then what?"
"What then?"
The two looked at each other. The whole store was enveloped in a confused atmosphere. Anne, the maid, and Mrs. Valerie, an unrelated person, did not try to interrupt. Lu Mingfei could only face Audrey's beautiful eyes alone, but he was defeated in less than a second. He turned to look at the various suits hanging on the wall and the green plants by the window. It took him a long time to think of the answer.
He submitted it hastily like a poor student who got inspiration in the last few minutes of the exam: "There are also etiquette teachers and personal valets!"
But this is obviously not the correct answer. If other nobles knew that the viscount sponsored by Earl Hall only had a personal maid, a personal valet, a butler, and a temporary etiquette teacher, Audrey could imagine what kind of image the noble circle would spread about her father and Lu Mingfei. Of course, with Lu Mingfei's current appearance, there might be kind ladies who would lend a hand, or there would definitely be ladies who would provide financial support...
But what he will have to pay back later is not just gold pounds!
Goddess...
No, it should be "Mr. Fool"...
No, she's still a goddess...
In short, your followers and old friends almost sold out their own personalities!
"...I will suggest that Daddy equip you with a complete set of service systems later." Audrey even felt like she was saving the world when she said this. She felt so exhausted that she just wanted to go home and roll around on the bed, but she still pulled herself together and explained:
"Mr. Lu Mingfei, you will need at least a housekeeper, a cook, two gardeners, two coachmen, a family nurse, two carriages and a varying number of basic maids and butlers... Considering that the residence will also serve as a psychological clinic, you will also need to add receptionists and property managers as appropriate."
Lu Mingfei was already overwhelmed by this long list of employment, if it weren't for the tight back he was wearing in his formal suit, he would have found a corner to count on his fingers how many servants he would have to hire. Even if he only heard the specific positions given by the girl, Lu Mingfei could imagine a huge service group, and...
The fast disappearing gold pound!
This does not even take into account the cost of food for the people and horses and the purchase of a carriage. It would be a blessing if the 400 pounds in the account could last for a year!
"I'd better consider robbing a bank." Lu Mingfei said dryly, "Do you have any recommendations besides Backlund Bank?"
Waters Bank. This was not the first time Audrey had given such an answer in her mind, and she was also inexplicably relieved that Lu Mingfei had deliberately avoided the bank in which her family held the largest shares. But after calming down, she still followed the old way and gave a reply: "Don't be so extreme, Mr. Lu Mingfei."
"Besides, these are just necessary expenses. It doesn't mean that there will be no income in the future." Audrey continued to comfort him, trying to awaken Lu Mingfei's hope for life: "In Backlund, psychiatrists are a very well-paid profession. The 'patients' that Dad introduced earlier will not be stingy guys. Believe me, your income will definitely far exceed your expenses!"
Even if they only rely on the ability of "audience" to analyze, Lu Mingfei and Audrey can stand out among ordinary psychologists. The only thing they need to worry about is the psychological alchemy mentioned by Mr. "Hanged Man" to steal their business. But such a large-scale organization is unlikely to see such a small profit...
At the very least, "Backlund's most dazzling gem" and Lu Mingfei are no pushovers. Even if they don't seek psychological treatment, there will be a lot of people lining up just to pay to chat with them!
The girl suddenly raised her hand and patted her face to prevent her thoughts from developing in an uncontrollable direction - she was Miss Justice of the Tarot Club, a seeker of knowledge who was pursuing promotion and exploring the contents of Emperor Roselle's diary, and an explorer who would travel through the secrets and wonders of the world in the future. She could not be complacent because of her appearance!
"In short, we must have hope for the future." Audrey raised a finger to attract Lu Mingfei's attention, exuding strong confidence and vigor from head to toe. "Come on!"
"Oh...come on." Lu Mingfei was also infected by this emotion, at least he said the last two words very seriously. He couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his eyes to avoid being blinded by the girl's dazzling light.
When he was in Shilan Middle School, his enemy, the little fairy whose family owned a mine, often came to class wearing necklaces of various styles. Lu Mingfei always said that she was flashing "bingling" and "bingling" all over the place, and he would make exaggerated movements to deliberately annoy her. Every time, she would be chased and stepped on or pinched.
Only once, maybe because the little angel had a relative, or maybe she was just not interested, the girl gave him a middle finger and said that it was called fire, one of the four parameters of diamond light performance. It's not "bingling" or "bingling", remember it, so as not to embarrass yourself in the future...
Few people would explain these things to him, whether it was Su Xiaoqiang's popular science, or Liu Miaomiao knocking on the window and causing it to vibrate slightly, saying that practicing the piano was actually very hard... Lu Mingfei would remember it for the rest of his life.
Including the "most dazzling gem in Backlund" in front of him, perhaps she should be called a "diamond". After all, the girl's appearance at this moment is more moving than the fire reflected by any diamond in the world, and every time she helps is worth Lu Mingfei's lifelong unforgettable experience.
"It's so dazzling." He couldn't help but sigh.
"What?" Audrey looked at the smile on the boy's lips, not understanding what was going on.
"Nothing." Lu Mingfei shook his head and continued to tease with a curled mouth: "Thank you for your encouragement, Miss Backlund's Most Dazzling Diamond."
"Don't call me that..." The girl frowned, "No, what diamond?!"
"Diamonds, diamonds are forever, one that will last forever." Lu Mingfei said nonsense casually.
"Why are you talking about the advertising slogan that Emperor Roselle wrote for Intis Jewel Shop at this time?" Audrey was still puzzled.
"…"
Old Huang, you deserve to die!Chapter 43 Not a Random PersonTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2023 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-21 18:04:56
Ten minutes later, in front of St. Samuel's Church, Lu Mingfei said goodbye to Audrey and Anne, and watched them get on the carriage and drive towards Queens in the light sunshine.
The 10-pound note from Mr. A in his pocket was not spent because the girl had already signaled her personal maid to pay for the service when he was arranging the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty for Emperor Roselle in his mind.
Lu Mingfei felt a little embarrassed, but he couldn't resist Audrey, and coupled with some uncertain thoughts, he could only shamelessly accept the kindness.
"Alas..." The young gentleman sighed while standing at the door of the church. At first glance, he looked like a sentimental young man who was parting with his lover, but in fact, he just felt that he owed another debt of favor and was worried about the high expenses in the future.
And there is the real Creator!
Not only did he beat up the other party's henchmen, he also collected consulting fees. Who knows whether these 10 pounds will have any connection with the other party in the field of mysticism.
This wasn't a fake evil god like Klein's in the early days of his career. Judging from the enthusiasm displayed by Mr. A, the real Creator must have performed many miracles, whether positive or negative. At least his strength was there...
Lu Mingfei walked into the church while thinking. He did not go back to his bedroom or the archive room to study as usual. Instead, he sat down on the benches in the prayer hall like ordinary believers. He crossed his hands on his chest and let the "starlight" from the dome cover his whole body. Finally, he solemnly drew a crimson moon on his chest and put a 10-pound bill into the offering box.
Before the priest on duty could speak, a greeting came from the direction of the archives room. A bishop who had been introduced by Archbishop Anthony drew a scarlet moon on his chest:
"May the goddess bless you, Your Excellency."
"May the goddess bless you, Bishop Elektra." Lu Mingfei spent two seconds thinking about the other person's name, and put away the disrespectful idea of asking the real creator to talk to the goddess if he had any problems. He smiled and whispered, "I hope you are not here to blame me for taking so long to pray to the goddess."
"Of course not. You've prayed to the goddess before, haven't you?" Elektra was talking about what happened when Lu Mingfei was experimenting with the ritual. He had prepared all the materials, including the food for Mr. Fool.
"I am just here waiting for your return on behalf of Archbishop Anthony. Besides..."
He looked at the lady behind the boy and reminded her, "Mrs. McKinney, the steps of the church are quite high. Please watch your step."
"...Yes." Mrs. McKinney's expression was a little stiff, and she was at a loss as to how to adjust the hem of her skirt. "Thank you for your reminder, Bishop Elektra."
"It's okay." Bishop Elektra shook her head, raised her hand to make a "please" gesture, led Lu Mingfei to the archives room, and explained: "Archbishop Anthony is visiting St. Hillran Church. I will be responsible for "dealing with your troubles" for the time being..."
Like Mrs. McKinney with her piercing gaze.
The way the other party looked at the boy was like that of some ferocious predatory beast. Bishop Elektra had no doubt that if she appeared a few seconds later, this lady who exuded the charm of a mature woman would deliberately step on the hem of her skirt and leave her lipstick print on Lu Mingfei's new clothes.
Next, the lady who "caused trouble" would express her apologies with a blushing face, and even the maid beside her would give her a helping hand, whispering that St. Samuel Church should remain quiet, and taking the opportunity to invite Lu Mingfei out to discuss compensation.
Even if he said not to take it to heart, it would be useless because the other party would bring out some improvised family creed such as "McKinney does not allow mistakes to remain uncorrected". Their sincerity was enough to deceive Lu Mingfei and make him lose his mind, and then he was deceived out of the church in a daze.
Perhaps Mrs. McKinney will be able to experience the sex life she has been away from for a long time tonight...
"Bishop Elektra." Lu Mingfei didn't let out a sigh of relief until the door of the archives room was completely closed. After seeing the expression on the other party's face, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and reminded: "I am a 'spectator'..."
That's too bad.
Elektra, who loved gossip, stiffened her facial muscles for a moment. The words of apology were already on the tip of her tongue, but she saw that Lu Mingfei did not show any anger. Thinking of Archbishop Anthony's increasingly verbose speaking habits recently, she immediately realized that the Lord in front of her was not a conservative guy.
He was worried about what to talk about next, so he just threw the can and said, "Maybe I should prepare a notebook for you."
"Huh? Why?" Lu Mingfei didn't understand the topic brought up by the sultry man.
"It is used to record the names of the ladies who approach you. You should be confident about your appearance." Bishop Elektra said with a smile:
"But remember, not all ladies are worthy of your communication. Put aside those who come here for the identities of 'goddess', 'ascetic viscount from Wintershire', 'investment target of Earl Hall', etc.; keep your distance from those ladies who only have one or two pages in their minds, and every inch of the space on them says 'I want to have something happen with you'. Write down their names, Archbishop Anthony and Earl Hall will help you identify them..."
Lu Mingfei stood there in a daze. He wanted to say that he was not a casual person, but Roselle also said so in his early diary. In the end, didn't he still fall in love with her?
He felt that even if he danced and gesticulated to express his rejection to those ferocious ladies, he would probably only get a few giggles and perfunctory compliments on his dancing posture.
Even if we put our hands together and say "Amitabha, good, good", and "I am a vegetarian and I don't want to be close to women", it will be of no use. Things will still develop in a direction that is not suitable for children.
From then on, the sequel to Roselle's diary begins, and in the end, even the witch is not spared...
At least you shouldn't be too Russell. Lu Mingfei shuddered and felt that he couldn't continue this topic, so he forced the conversation to another place:
"I remember that Saint Hillran Church belongs to the Steam Church? They even invited Archbishop Anthony to be their guest... It can't be a Hongmen Banquet - if the bishop of the Steam Church throws a cup or a gear on the ground, eight hundred members of the 'Mechanical Heart' will suddenly appear around and try to commit murder... It's highly unlikely. I think Archbishop Anthony is full of heroic spirit. He can make the other party dare not act rashly with just a look."
"...You have a very active mind." Bishop Elektra was not surprised by the boy's forced change of subject. After all, everyone has a time when they are pure and innocent. However, Lu Mingfei's subsequent plot arrangement was completely beyond his imagination. He was silent for a long time before giving a reply:
"Although the relationship between the Nighthawks and the Mechanical Heart is not harmonious, it is not hostile either. We occasionally cooperate with each other."Chapter 44 "Digestion"Title of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2055 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-07 11:00:03
Bishop Elektra took the opportunity to give some general information about Backlund's church, saying that except for the War God Church on Feysac and Gargas Islands, the relationship between Darknight and other churches was pretty good. At least most of the priests could nod and greet each other with a cold face after meeting, and some priests were respected by other churches.
Lu Mingfei nodded half-knowingly, and occasionally said a few nonsense words, playing the role of a perfect listener. This satisfied Bishop Elektra's desire to talk, and she seemed to be unsatisfied even when Archbishop Anthony came back.
"If you have anything else you want to know, you can come to the library to find me." Bishop Elektra said, "It's next to the archives room. There are many books including the Apocalypse of the Night."
"I will definitely do it next time." Lu Mingfei made a pigeon sound as usual. After saying goodbye to Bishop Elektra, he turned to the old man who made him feel most at home in the entire St. Samuel Church: "Welcome back, Archbishop Anthony."
"It seems that Bishop Elektra likes being with you very much." The old man stood there and looked at the boy's new appearance, nodded with satisfaction, walked to the table and put down the small silver box in his hand.
Archbishop Anthony moved very gently, as if deliberately attracting Lu Mingfei's attention. It was not until the latter's eyes fell on the box that he completely opened the lid, revealing the pendant inlaid with black pearls. The chain was a little short, and even a lady with a slender neck would look a little cramped when wearing it. It looked like it could only be wrapped around the wrist twice. Moreover, the pearl was not of very good quality. There was a wide vertical line running through it, and there were scattered white filaments around it, making it look like an eye that had just been gouged out...
"This is?"
"It's an extraordinary item made with the characteristics of the 'Pleasure Witch'." Archbishop Anthony had no intention of keeping the secret. He beckoned Lu Mingfei to sit down at the table and introduced it, "It can make your body temporarily lighter. It also has the ability to be a mirror and a magic wand substitute. At the same time, it can release spider silk up to ten meters long to stick to objects..."
Although the Church of Night also has its own "craftsmen", they are still not as professional as the Church of Steam. At least they are better in directional decision-making ability and have completely retained the two Stand Methods that Anthony most wanted to keep. Of course, he himself has no use for such a mere Sequence 6 Extraordinary Item, but Lu Mingfei, who is in the center of the vortex, needs it very much.
For the boy, the strange attack of controlling the wind flow is enough in the low sequence, and the weak physical fitness in the early stage of the "audience" sequence has also been made up, which is enough to cope with short-term confrontations. The only problem is the lack of sufficiently reliable means to save his life.
In comparison, black flame, frost, black magic, and the ability to teach others were not that important. Even the spider silk that only Sequence 6 "Joy" had was just a product of luck.
Archbishop Anthony smiled and pushed it towards the boy. "Its negative effects are not very serious. It just makes you more likely to feel fear when wearing it. This is an easy problem for the 'audience' to deal with. Now, it's yours."
"Is this why you went to Saint Hillran Church today?" Lu Mingfei immediately thought of the origin of this extraordinary item. He took out the pendant and wrapped it around his wrist, saying seriously, "Thank you."
"I thought you would refuse. It seems that the excuse I prepared in advance is useless." Archbishop Anthony looked surprised.
"'Given by elders, one should not refuse'... basically it means that the younger generation should not refuse what the elders give them." Lu Mingfei said, "Did Emperor Roselle say this?"
The old man thought for a while and shook his head: "I don't know either."
"That's what I said." Lu Mingfei started to talk nonsense. "You have to write this down carefully. Maybe I can write a book called 'Lu Mingfei's Quotations' in the future to supplement the famous quotes by Emperor Roselle."
The boy's voice was particularly relaxed, and his eyebrows were raised, as if he had seen his famous quotes compiled into a book, becoming the provider of golden sentences that surpassed Emperor Roselle. From now on, every gentleman and lady would have to struggle for a long time between Emperor Roselle and Viscount Ricardo when speaking. Maybe their respective fans would criticize each other and compete for those "refined words" with unknown sources...
But this is undoubtedly the "audience" state!
Archbishop Anthony slightly adjusted his posture to face the boy in a more formal manner. If Lu Mingfei's random words were also considered a secret language, the old man's ability to interpret them might rank among the top three in the world!
So he frowned and asked, "What happened to you?"
"The three witchcraft-like designs in East Asia, the lady in heat who wanted to kiss my coat, and the not very serious Bishop Elektra." Lu Mingfei avoided the main point and did not want to talk about Mr. A and the real creator.
He was really scared today. The overly naked look in Mr. A's eyes when he appeared, and the ferocious smile when he left, were just like the real desperadoes in the 1990s in his vague memory - even if they were caught and paraded through the streets, they still held their heads high, looking around at the onlookers like wolves examining sheep, with their white teeth showing in their smiles, their lips and gums seemed to be stained with blood, and every once in a while they would shout that they were a brave man again after 18 years...
There was no fear of death in his eyes, only arrogance and madness. Nothing could stop the madman except the final gunshot. Even the witch he met yesterday looked like a good baby in front of Mr. A.
If Lu Mingze hadn't suddenly appeared, he, a psychologist who was about to take up the post, would have to register with his colleagues first!
Evil God,
Fanatic,
The kind girl stood in front of Mr. A. Was Archbishop Anthony afraid that he would confront the real Creator head-on?
That's why he asked Lu Mingze to modify Audrey's memory and erase today's accident from her life; that's why he placed his hopes on the goddess and put banknotes into the donation box; that's why he directly accepted Archbishop Anthony's gift and obtained an extraordinary item comparable to a resurrection plug-in.
"Besides, you are not like me..." Lu Mingfei said in a voice that only he could hear, "I really do have a 'cheat', right, brother?"
"Of course, my dear brother."
There was a laugh in the air that only he could hear, as harsh as scratching a blackboard with fingernails, and even the air smelled of sulfur and rust. He took a deep breath, swallowed all the mess along with his emotions, and finally it was like dropping a stone into a calm lake, causing ripples...
Lu Mingfei thought this was what was called "digestion".
But in reality, the boy who was just wandering in place took a step forward.Chapter 45: MessageTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2009 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-08 11:00:06
Some people say that awareness is powerful, and men with awareness are as sharp as tempered steel knives. No matter what stands in their way, it is useless. Words like "unstoppable" and "invincible" are prepared for men!
But Lu Mingfei felt it was a bit exaggerated. When he left the archives room under Archbishop Anthony's gaze, he really felt so handsome. He was just as great as Jesus, who took all the sins and pressures of the world on himself. But at night, he still went to the clergy restaurant of St. Samuel Church to eat, and then he just read a few more hours of information and did a few more sets of turtle punches before going to bed.
"But, there has been some change, right?" Lu Mingfei pulled open the heavy red velvet curtains with some effort to greet the rising sun of a new day.
The pronunciation and grammar of ancient Hermetic language were still echoing in his mind, and his arms and thighs were a little sore from yesterday's excessive exercise, but he still forced himself to take care of himself, with barely 70% of Mrs. Valerie's strength, and then walked back and forth on Pestfield Street, thinking about what he should do next while doing morning exercises.
Make money, learn, get promoted...
There is no particular order of ranking, but if it really comes down to it, Lu Mingfei actually doesn't know how to do it. The only thing to be thankful for is that Archbishop Anthony did not ask any more questions. When he met him at dinner and breakfast, he looked a little relieved, just like a state banquet chef who can make a full banquet to encourage a fool who just learned to cook instant noodles, which makes people feel complicated.
"Good morning, Archbishop Anthony." When Lu Mingfei returned to St. Samuel's Church, the old man had just finished his morning service. After thinking it over, he went over to greet him, "Praise the Goddess."
"Praise the goddess." Archbishop Anthony drew a crimson moon on his chest and stopped the boy who wanted to go to the archives room. He explained, "Miss Dilcha was here just now. I arranged for her to wait in the side hall."
As the headquarters of the Church of Night in Backlund, Saint Samuel's Church naturally could not have only one prayer hall. In addition to the large prayer hall, archives, library, clergy living area, and extraordinary areas not open to the public, there are also numerous inner halls and side halls, some of which are the places for moon masses, and some are specially set up for conversations, sermons, or listening to the confessions of believers.
Lu Mingfei had never been in there, but he knew where they were, so he nodded before expressing his confusion: "Xiu? What is she doing here so early?"
"I don't know either." Archbishop Anthony shook his head, as if he was determined to stick to his rule of not asking further questions. "She has been waiting for a while."
"All right."
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Xio was still wearing a female knight's uniform, but the color was slightly different from before. Her blond hair seemed to be wet by the morning dew, making it look less frizzy. At this moment, she was quietly flipping through the "Apocalypse of the Night", which made her look more intellectual. It was not until she saw Lu Mingfei pushing the door open that she showed a surprised expression. After a brief pause, she spoke:
"It suits you very well."
"Thank you." Lu Mingfei swallowed his greeting and scratched his head to straighten his hair which was also wet by the dew. He did not intend to continue the topic. "I remember that you and Fors both objected to coming to the church, didn't you?"
"Thanks to you, I am now registered," Xio explained, "In most cases, I don't have to hide from the Nighthawks anymore."
But this also means that Xio's "work" is no longer so convenient - in the past, she used some extreme means, and even if the person involved called the police, she could find a place to hide for ten days or half a month. Anyway, her work objects probably didn't have that much money to pay bribes to the local police in Backlund, so she could still do her own thing after the storm passed.
But that was not possible now. Xio was already on the list of the night watchman and the police. When the latter came to her house and asked her to "cooperate with the investigation", she'd better be obedient and go to jail for a while to reflect on her mistakes.
Otherwise, the next time they come, it will be the Night Watchmen team, and the place of detention will be St. Samuel's Church!
"Can't you use less violence?" Lu Mingfei asked. "You always remind me of the violent debt collection gangs that throw paint on people's doorsteps."
But Xio also has his own difficulties: "You don't understand, in a place like the East District, only fists can make them obey... Don't worry, people in the East District generally don't trust the police, and few people will choose to call the police."
"...I always feel that once I said this, I should have been ready to rescue you." Lu Mingfei complained with his eyes half closed.
In view of their life-long friendship, he did not mind helping the other party when he was in trouble. But at this moment, Lu Mingfei, who only had an empty title of Viscount, had no weight in the police, unless Xi arrested him from the beginning or escaped from prison and was caught in St. Samuel's Church.
"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore." The girl waved her hands irritably, signaling Lu Mingfei to stop talking nonsense. She would not easily make a big deal out of work. "I'm here to help pass the message this time - do you remember Darkholme from before?"
Of course Lu Mingfei remembered it. The scene where the guy who led ten people but had his hands beaten into pig's trotters by others and said in a tough Chinese tone that he was good at begging for mercy left a deep impression on him, so he nodded and said, "I remember."
"The fact that we were attacked by Francisco could not be concealed in the East District. The gang from Feynaporte became a mess after losing their leader... Darkholm wanted to express his gratitude to you." Xio handed him a note with an address on it. "He has a bad reputation and dares not come to the North District, so he can only ask me to help convey his message and invite you to the East District to thank him in person."
"Forget about thanking me." Lu Mingfei didn't take it to heart.
"Whatever, I'm just a messenger." After finishing his work, Xio didn't plan to stay any longer. He shrugged and said, "You don't look like you need money. A few hundred pounds shouldn't be a big deal."
Then you've got the wrong guy! Lu Mingfei grabbed the girl's wrist as she was about to leave, dragged her back to the inner hall, and asked in a low voice, "How can a rubbish gang leader like him be so rich?"
"Who would join the mafia if they don't make money?" Xio asked, looking up. He then explained, "We can still make a few hundred pounds a year. It's impossible for Darkholm to work for nothing for the whole year. But who made him enter Francisco's lair? Logically, he should give you at least half of the proceeds, or even more... Anyway, including today's fee, he gave me 50 pounds."
"It seems that we really have to go to the East District!"