Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 191: City Wall
Feng Xiuhu understood.

No wonder Qin Shuzhe called himself a butler but wore a Western dress. It turned out that he came to the banquet as a distinguished guest.

Qin Shuzhe saw through Feng Xiuhu's misunderstanding, but he wasn't displeased. Instead, he smiled and explained, "There are many 'noble priests' like me."

He turned sideways and pointed somewhere not far away.

In a corner of the banquet hall, several elegant young men raised their glasses to Feng Xiuhu.

Feng Xiuhu nodded in understanding. Mike did say that many nobles and officials liked to send their younger generations to churches or temples. Most of these people were concentrated in the churches or temples in the upper city.

Qin Shuzhe said he was from the Shangcheng District Church, and Feng Xiuhu had a question.

"I thought everyone in the Upper City Sanctuary was killed by the temple."

Qin Shuzhe's expression darkened as he recounted that day's experience. He seemed to be still reeling from the shock. "Yes, that day was a nightmare. But the temple still maintained a sense of propriety. They knew that most of the priests employed in the Upper City Temple had family backgrounds, so those who died at their hands were basically all members of the Divine Guard. They actually went easy on priests like me."

Feng Xiuhu glanced at him and said, "Charlie, do you know Paul?"

Qin Shuzhe was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "I know him. My father is also friends with the former director, Lu Hongxi."

Feng Xiuhu smiled and said, "It's good to know you. I thought you were here to cause trouble like Paul."

Qin Shuzhe knew Feng Xiuhu had misunderstood again, and quickly explained: "Of course not, I came to express my gratitude to you."

"gratitude?"

Feng Xiuhu raised his eyebrows: "We don't have any friendship."

Qin Shuzhe took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter's tray, handed it to Feng Xiuhu, and clinked his hands lightly with his. "It wasn't there before, but since you won the war and rescued Bishop Yuke, the Upper City Cathedral has to thank you for that."

Feng Xiuhu didn't move, but Qin Shuzhe drank his wine. "I know that most of us 'noble priests' are just like Paul. We are resentful of Father Feng, so Father Feng dislikes us."

Qin Shuzhe solemnly saluted Feng Xiuhu and said, "I promise to the God of Mist that this situation will never happen again. If anyone is disrespectful to Father Feng again, I will be the first to settle the score with him."

Feng Xiuhu was overjoyed: "Really?"

He pointed at the figure that had just entered from the door at the other end of the banquet hall and said, "Then help me beat him up."

Qin Shuzhe turned around and saw that it was Konate Chen.

Qin Shuzhe's expression froze. He chuckled dryly, "Bishop Konate and Archbishop Toverson have arrived. It looks like the banquet is about to begin... Father Feng, we'll talk later."

He raised his wine glass to Feng Xiuhu, turned around and walked away with his head lowered.

Feng Xiuhu didn't stop him and let him go.

Qin Shuzhe was wrong in one thing he said. Feng Xiuhu didn't dislike them because of Paul. He disliked so many people that he couldn't even see them.

If given the chance, Feng Xiuhu would just like to kill everyone equally.

The party is indeed about to begin.

Not only Konate Chen and Toverson Zhao, but also Ma Binghe and Xi Wusheng came in right after them.

The last to enter were the Duke of Okunoki and the mayor.

The two walked into the hall side by side, both with smiles on their faces, waving to the people around them.

clap clap clap!
Feng Xiuhu applauded enthusiastically: "Let's welcome the newlyweds!"

Everyone in the small area cast their eyes over. Those who recognized him saw that it was Feng Xiuhu and quickly looked away. Those who didn't recognize him were reminded by the people around them and pulled back.

The experiences of the government officials during those two days had already spread far and wide, so now the nobles in the upper city were terrified when they heard the word "tiger".

The servants of the Duke's Mansion had already set up the microphone. The Duke walked onto the stage and began his speech. Even the mayor tactfully stood aside and did not offer any suggestions first.

Feng Xiuhu looked at it for a while and found the problem.

He already knew the mayor's name was Yan Qingtian, but it seemed like no one had ever told him what the Duke's name was.

"What is the name of the Duke of Daguo?" he asked subconsciously.

"How come you don't even know this?"

The person who spoke was not Cheng Aimei behind him.

Feng Xiuhu turned his head to look at the other side, and saw Hong Shenghuo feeding a bunch of grapes into his mouth.

He spoke slowly.

"The Duke's surname is Wei and his given name is Jin, while the President's name is Wei Xuanlang. In the early years, there was a widespread rumor among the people that the President and the Duke were brothers because of this—their surnames sound the same, but they are actually two different characters."

Feng Xiuhu asked him, "Why are you here?"

Hong Shenghuo asked back: "Where else should I be?"

Feng Xiuhu pointed to the stage.

Logically speaking, since Hong Shenghuo is also there, then based on status and strength, he should be the one who is qualified to enter with the Duke, not the mayor.

Ever since the night he went to the Water Control Bureau, Feng Xiuhu saw through one thing.

What the President actually used to intimidate the Duke was the Water Control Bureau, not the government office.

At best, the government office only formed a clamp on the Duke of Daguo in the direction of government affairs, while the Water Control Bureau was a sharp knife hanging directly over the Duke of Daguo's forehead.

So, if we want to pick the number one person to perform against the Great Power, it is obvious that Hong Shenghuo is more qualified than Yan Qingtian.

Hong Shenghuo smiled and waved his hand: "Father Feng, you're too kind. I'm just a naval commander. I have a deputy director and a director above me. How can I be on the stage?"

This was not the correct way to calculate things. Feng Xiuhu shook his head: "Could it be that the director and deputy director are also from Xijun Temple?"

Hong Shenghuo smiled but said nothing.

Obviously not.

Just when Feng Xiuhu thought Hong Shenghuo was not going to continue the conversation, Hong Shenghuo suddenly said, "It's not appropriate."

Feng Xiuhu understood.

It is true that Hong Shenghuo’s purpose in Fancheng is to intimidate the Duke of Daguo.

But in terms of position, he has a director and a deputy director above him; in terms of identity, he actually represents the Xijun Temple, not the President.

So even though everyone knew that he was the one who would act opposite Daguo Gongshen, he was destined not to be suitable for the front stage.

Feng Xiuhu suddenly felt bored.

The Duke of Daguo was still giving a speech on the stage when Feng Xiuhu complained, "If it doesn't work, let the mayor speak a few words. At least it'll be fun to watch."

Hong Shenghuo patted his shoulder and said, "Big shots always have endless things to say. They enjoy the process. Just get used to it."

Hong Shenghuo took out a cigarette and handed it to Feng Xiuhu, then pointed to the balcony: "The banquet hall is stuffy, why don't you go over there and get some fresh air."

So the two of them went to the balcony.

Feng Xiuhu didn't bring a lighter, so Hong Shenghuo rubbed his two fingers together and a flame popped up from his fingertips and handed it to him.

Feng Xiuhu lit a cigarette and leaned on the railing to exhale a puff of smoke outside.

The smoke gradually dissipated in the wind. Feng Xiuhu looked through it and was stunned.

"what is that?"

He saw a city wall in the distance.

It is not a white stone wall, nor a Broken Wave Bridge, but a real city wall.

(End of this chapter)