Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 151 150 Xi Yaoer's Further Study

Since Vadracho was interested in talented people, it was natural for Feng Xiuhu to respond.

But he said that he still needed to negotiate with the temple today, so he asked Feng Xiuhu to come to the cathedral to find him tomorrow, and he would prepare a gift for Feng Xiuhu.

Feng Xiuhu agreed without hesitation.

In fact, he didn't want to let Konate Chen go. Although the Temple Church didn't care who the real murderer was, Feng Xiuhu himself did care - how could he not care? The gun was aimed at him in the first place.

He still has no evidence to identify Konate Chen, but this does not stop Feng Xiuhu from holding on to the matter.

The three leaders left.

Before leaving, Toverson Zhao asked Feng Xiuhu to be patient for the time being and not to get into conflict with the temple again out of momentary anger until Vadracho's negotiations with the temple came to a conclusion.

He thought that witnessing Yukhu being taken away today would stimulate this most devout believer, so he was worried that Feng Xiuhu would go crazy again.

This is somewhat of a misunderstanding of Feng Xiuhu, because Feng Xiuhu was actually not that pious.

Feng Xiuhu patted his chest and promised that he would be honest and do his job, but when he turned around, he subconsciously felt that he seemed to have forgotten something.

After seeing off the three leaders, Feng Xiuhu quickly called Mike to the study.

Mike was still immersed in the shock of just now: "You actually defeated Bishop Konate?"

Feng Xiuhu was complacent: "Not worth mentioning."

He completely forgot that he almost got into trouble.

Back to business, Feng Xiuhu handed Mike a cigarette and said, "I'm planning to get Shunzi a job in the Divine Guards. What suggestions do you have?"

Mike took the cigarette, struck a match, and lit it for Feng Xiuhu and himself in turn. He took a puff and exhaled the smoke. "You'll soon be the Cardinal Elder's student. Do you need any advice? When the time comes, ask the Commander of the Divine Guard. With your reputation, it'll be easy."

Feng Xiuhu nodded and asked, "The Divine Guards and the Priests have two different cultivation paths. So what are the promotion rules for the Divine Guards?"

Mike waved his hand and smiled, "Do you know why there are so few priests but so many divine guards?"

"Because only a few people are suitable for practicing spells. Those who don't have talent, if they still want to serve the church, can only join the Holy Guard."

"So compared to the priests, the Divine Guards' training is much simpler. All you need to do is follow the methods and methodically temper your body, and you will gradually improve."

"As for military rank advancement, there are only two ways: either make meritorious contributions, or gain experience. Once you're qualified, you'll receive the breakthrough potion issued by the church."

Feng Xiuhu was slightly surprised: "Don't you need to verify your faith?"

Mike replied, "The spiritual strength of the Divine Guards is generally not as strong as that of the priests, and they lack the necessary conditions to verify their faith. Besides, since they have made contributions to the church, isn't that enough to prove their piety?"

Feng Xiuhu pondered: "In this case, there is more room for maneuver."

Mike winked at him. "That's not wrong—from what I know, anyone with some connections in the Divine Guards can quickly be promoted to officer. Only those without connections and money will suffer in the Divine Guards, and may only be guards for their entire lives."

"But I am from the priest system after all, and I may not know everything about the Divine Guard. So why don't you ask Officer Morgan for clarification?"

Officer Morgan?

Feng Xiuhu was stunned.

He remembered that he had forgotten something - he had transferred the Divine Guards to the port area.

Today the temple has avenged its previous defeat and is at its peak of momentum. If the Divine Guards were to station in the port area at this critical juncture, it would be like giving a thug the middle finger.

But Feng Xiuhu changed his mind and thought that even if he got beaten, it would be Guard Officer Morgan who got beaten. It seemed okay this way, so he pretended to forget about it.

But if Guard Morgan gets into a fight with the temple god, and blood accidentally splashes on Feng Xiuhu, that would be bad.

So, to be on the safe side, Feng Xiuhu decided to leave the Holy Church, a place of trouble. He rolled his eyes and said to Mike, "While we have some free time today, let's go and take me to the newspaper office."

……

The words are divided into two parts.

At Feng Xiuhu's request, the housekeeper and Xi Yaoer went to meet Xiong Guiyuan.

Feng Xiuhu's reputation is particularly effective now. At the entrance to the upper city, the housekeeper just mentioned that he was from the Feng family mansion on Bibo Street, and the police quickly let him go.

When they arrived at the western-style building, the housekeeper explained his purpose to Xiong Guiyuan and handed over the house deeds, land deeds and other documents.

Xiong Guiyuan understood what was going on, and she called the housekeeper of the western-style building and handed these trivial matters over to the housekeepers of the two families.

Moving house was nothing more than some trivial errands, which was easy to handle, but Xiong Guiyuan was not so sure about Xi Yao'er's matter.

Only two women were left in the living room.

Xiyaoer sat upright on the sofa with a tense face.

This was also her first time in the city, but in front of Xiong Guiyuan, she didn't want to appear too embarrassed and like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world, but at the same time she didn't want to show her cowardice in front of Xiong Guiyuan, so she pretended not to care about anything and didn't ask anything.

How smart is Xiong Guiyuan? She saw through Xiyao'er's thoughts at a glance.

She pursed her lips and smiled slightly: "Miss Ruan, what would you like to drink? We have black tea and coffee."

Xiyaoer knew about black tea, but she also knew that Xiong Guiyuan must be talking about Western black tea, and she had never even seen coffee.

Xi Yaoer raised her chin, her palms slightly sweaty: "Whatever."

Xiong Guiyuan did not point it out, but raised her hand to let the maid go down and prepare.

"cough."

She cleared her throat and asked tentatively, "Ms. Ruan, could you explain more clearly what Deacon Feng requested?"

Xi Yaoer seemed to have suddenly found the truth and raised her voice: "What deacon? My master has been promoted to a priest now. Boss Xiong, please be careful with your words. Don't let my master hear it and make him unhappy."

Xiong Guiyuan chuckled. "It's my fault. I just said it so easily. So what did Father Feng say specifically?"

When talking about this, Xi Yao'er's momentum weakened again: "I didn't say much, just said that I should follow you to learn... Anyway, it's about going to the city. Whatever you are willing to teach, I will learn. It's nothing more than watching and listening more."

Xiong Guiyuan fell into deep thought——

Feng Xiuhu was moving to the upper city, so naturally he couldn't live the same chaotic life as in the lower city. The rules of the upper city were different from those of the lower city, so he would have to adapt for a while. To help him get through that period quickly, he sent Xi Yaoer to investigate ahead of time.

As Feng Xiuhu's "good wife", Xiyaoer is always by his side to give him advice, so Feng Xiuhu can know what to do and what not to do in time.

Xiong Guiyuan knew what was going on.

The maid brought a tray and placed the drinks on the table.

Xiong Guiyuan pushed the cup in front of Xiyaoer and said, "This is coffee. If you're not used to it, add a few sugar cubes."

"It's not a rare thing."

Xi Yaoer still maintained a stubborn attitude, feeling that she was being looked down upon.

She picked up her coffee, stared at the dark water and swallowed.

Isn't this made with ink?
Xi Yaoer was secretly complaining, but she did not show any fear and lowered her head to take a sip.

(End of this chapter)