Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 159 Chapter 158 Changes in the Bottom City

Feng Xiuhu has said this much. If Guard Officer Morgan still doesn't agree, it would not be ungrateful, but simply cowardly.

Guard Officer Morgan acted immediately and gathered his troops, ready to set off.

Before leaving, he asked Feng Xiuhu, "The temple is under siege, what are you going to do?"

What he meant was that the main duty of the Holy Guard stationed in the church was to protect the safety of the priest and the church. If something happened to Feng Xiuhu in the church after he left, it would be his dereliction of duty.

"I?"

Feng Xiuhu was puzzled: "It's time for me to get off work."

He patted Guard Morgan on the shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid of hardship. Work hard overtime. When the company grows bigger, the God of Mist will give you shares."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

……

Mike was waiting by the corridor under the Broken Wave Bridge.

Feng Xiuhu walked over and handed him a cigarette: "What did you find out?"

The two men stood on the street, and since they were both wearing casual clothes, they did not attract much attention.

Ever since he learned to smoke from Feng Xiuhu, Mike has developed the habit of carrying matches with him.

He raised his collar and lit it, whispering, "The temple has transferred a large number of ceremonial officials from the Treasure Palace to the port area to observe the temple. Xi Gaogong has three chief priests under him. They were originally practicing in the Treasure Palace, and they have all been transferred here as well."

Feng Xiuhu chuckled. "So Morgan didn't deserve the beating he received. The temple had planned this long ago. They captured Yukhu and then immediately started to show off their men. It's obvious they're preparing for war."

Mike nodded and said, "I think so too. Now it depends on what the church plans to do."

Feng Xiuhu waved his hand. If it weren't for his own personal involvement, he wouldn't have been interested in these intrigues. "It's a matter of fighting or making peace. If you want to fight, send the Divine Guards. If you want peace, use those four streets to get Yukhu back."

"But Old Man Qiao doesn't take human life seriously, so he'll probably have to fight in the end."

After the two said goodbye, Feng Xiuhu walked through the corridor and came to the original elevator location again.

He held onto the railing, intending to finish his cigarette before going back.

As the sun sets, the clouds in the sky are dyed pink, and the sea and mudflats in the distance shimmer in the afterglow, like a colorful oil painting.

At the foot of the white stone wall, it was dinner time for the road workers. They lined up in front of the shed, waiting for a bowl of steaming oyster soup.

People were chatting with each other or laughing loudly. Their bodies were covered with dust, but their faces were filled with happy smiles.

Feng Xiuhu leaned over to look down. The stairway carved along the wall had already grown to a considerable size.

“This road will be repaired soon.”

Eclipse suddenly spoke.

Feng Xiuhu said, "It's still early."

Eclipse misunderstood: "But it's faster than I thought."

Feng Xiuhu covered the left eye that had silently turned into a vertical pupil: "You must report to me before you come out, otherwise I won't let you see it."

Eclipse growled, "Take your hands away, I think I saw something else."

"what?"

Feng Xiuhu withdrew his hand, stretched his neck and looked down: "Why don't I see anything?"

Eclipse hesitated for a moment: "...Maybe my eyes are blurry."

"What do you think it is?"

Feng Xiuhu asked.

A ray of reddish-brown light flashed in the vertical pupil, and then it returned to normal.

Eclipse whispered, "...Faith."

There is a question Feng Xiuhu has wanted to ask for a long time.

What exactly is faith and what role does it play? For example, what purpose can the President and the Duke achieve by collecting faith?

This question is rather complicated. After thinking for a moment, Eclipse asked Feng Xiuhu to go to the spirit world in the evening to discuss it in detail.

Back at the mansion on Bibo Street, only the housekeeper came out to greet him. Without Xiyao'er's voice, Feng Xiuhu felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.

During dinner, Shunzi also came out of the room. The housekeeper quietly told Feng Xiuhu that Shunzi had been staying in the room all day and sometimes even talking to himself.

The housekeeper didn't have any bad intentions. He just told the truth about the situation so that if Shunzi really encountered any problems, Feng Xiuhu would know in time.

Feng Xiuhu waved his hand to show that he didn't care. He thought this was a sign that Shunzi was practicing seriously.

So when eating, he would forcefully pick up some meat for Shunzi: "Eat more! You are in the period of exertion now, you can't go hungry."

The clothes were also delivered today from Old William's tailor shop. Shunzi had tried them on in the afternoon. Feng Xiuhu instructed the housekeeper to go to the blacksmith shop the next day to order some iron blocks, which he would then stuff into Shunzi's clothes.

He was picking up some dishes for Shunzi, while Lingzhi and Narcissus were busy putting the dishes into Feng Xiuhu's bowl.

Since Xi Yaoer was not around, the two of them were the happiest and could express their affection towards Feng Xiuhu without any scruples.

Lingzhi's eyes rolled around, and she suddenly asked, "Master, if you move to the upper city, what will happen to the house here?"

Feng Xiuhu replied casually, "It's not like I only have one house. It won't be stolen if I stay here."

Lingzhi hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage to ask, "Then...what about us?"

This is what she really wanted to ask.

Narcissus picked up the chopsticks and hit her: "Stop talking!"

Feng Xiuhu found this question puzzling: "The boss has moved, so why are you guys staying here? Of course we're together."

Lingzhi forgot the pain and smiled brightly when he got the answer he wanted.

Even the butler standing by breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone was very happy and the main hall was filled with a joyful atmosphere, except Shunzi who was absent-minded.

Feng Xiuhu finally noticed Shunzi's abnormality and called out, "Shunzi."

"what?"

Shunzi looked up blankly.

Feng Xiuhu's face darkened. "Did you feel unhappy about the last divine bath?"

"……what?"

Shunzi became even more confused.

Feng Xiuhu frowned and said, "Didn't I tell you that when we move to the upper city, I'll take you to the wine pool and meat forest to broaden your horizons?"

Shunzi laughed dryly and said, "I'll listen to you, big brother."

No one can refuse a divine bath, especially Shunzi.

Feng Xiuhu felt that now that he had talked it out, there was nothing wrong.

But Shunzi hesitated for a long time, and finally asked a question tentatively.

"Big brother."

"Ok?"

Feng Xiuhu looked over.

Shunzi's expression was more serious than ever, and Feng Xiuhu couldn't help but become serious as well.

Shunzi then asked solemnly, "Is madness really not contagious?"

The main hall suddenly became quiet.

Narcissus stood up silently and whispered, "I'm done eating."

Lingzhi looked flustered and followed closely behind: "Me, me too."

The two girls quietly retreated, and Feng Xiuhu's eyes darted around the table, looking for something handy.

The housekeeper came over, held the table, and said to Feng Xiuhu with an apologetic smile, "Master, if you have something to say, please go outside and talk. This table is made of huanghuali wood and is the most valuable in the main hall."

The housekeeper finally mustered up the courage to say this - in fact, he had wanted to say it for a long time. Ever since Feng Xiuhu showed up, this table has suffered a lot. First, Boss Yuan cut off a corner of it, and then Feng Xiuhu used an axe as a chopping board to chop it from time to time. The table top was full of traces of battle damage.

(End of this chapter)