Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 291 290 Please welcome Butler Mike
Feng Xiuhu slipped out and found Mike in the ceremonial room in the side corridor.

Before important ceremonies or large events, church priests would tidy themselves up and make final preparations in the liturgical room.

The lecture had already begun, and there was no one else in the ceremonial room except Mike.

When Feng Xiuhu came in, Mike was staring blankly at the mirror.

His butler's robes had been carefully ironed, and his hair had been styled, but a stubborn tuft of hair still stuck out from the side and couldn't be pressed down.

Just like his current, unsettled emotions.

Feng Xiuhu walked over, spat in his palm, and smoothed his messy hair.

Patting Mike on the shoulder, Feng Xiuhu said to the reflection in the mirror, "Relax, everyone likes you."

Mike gave a wry smile: "I can tell."

Feng Xiuhu asked him, "Then why are you so nervous?"

Mike paused for a moment: "You can't make something out of nothing. You can fool them for a while, but you can't fool them forever."

Feng Xiuhu didn't care about that at all: "Then you should take this opportunity to do what you want to do, otherwise by the time they realize what's happening, you won't be able to do it anymore."

Mike was taken aback, and found that it actually made some sense.

Feng Xiuhu pressed his advantage: "What do you want to do?"

Mike opened his mouth slightly and murmured, "I want... I want to build a road for Qingfang Town."

Feng Xiuhu was also stunned: "Where?"

Mike smiled sheepishly: "My hometown is a town that's two days' walk from Sail City. It's famous for a flower called the Green Moth Flower. You can make a blue dye from the Green Moth Flower, a color that can't be produced anywhere else, which is why the town is called that."

When talking about the strengths of his hometown, Mike's tone carried a hint of pride, but he quickly smiled helplessly: "But this is the only thing that Qingfang Town can be proud of. More and more dye houses are opening up, but no one is actually making much money. The town is still that poor and remote place."

"I still remember it clearly. When we left the town, there wasn't even a decent road. My shoes were worn out. We finally saw a smooth road, but that was because we were almost at Fancheng."

“I didn’t bring much luggage, so it was relatively easy. But the dye workers in the town had a really tough time. To sell their dyes, they had to go to bigger cities, but the roads were rugged and they couldn’t use carts to transport them. They had to carry the dyes out by hand, bucket by bucket.”

Mike sighed. "The experience of walking that road is still fresh in my mind, so when you ask me what I want to do, this is the first thing that comes to mind."

"Good ambition."

Feng Xiuhu nodded perfunctorily: "But this matter can't be resolved in a short time. Why don't you ask me what I want to do first?"

Mike looked at him blankly: "What do you want to do?"

Feng Xiuhu said, "I want you to do me a favor. I have a batch of goods that I need to ship out of Fancheng. The goods are not very clean. Could you mention it to the Maritime Affairs Bureau?"

Mike instantly made the connection and couldn't help but twitch his lips: "Those things you stole from the Sanctuary?"

Feng Xiuhu immediately glared: "What do you mean by robbery? That's clearly compensation for my emotional distress."

Mike didn't argue with him, and nodded in agreement: "I understand, I'll ask about it later."

With the matter settled, Feng Xiuhu took out his pocket watch, glanced at it, and felt that it was about time, so he pulled Mike towards the prayer hall.

Vadragho's speech on the podium was nearing its end.

Suddenly, he heard a commotion erupt from the audience.

Looking down, the officials below the stage were all looking in the same direction, their expressions ranging from excitement to joy.

Turning his head, Vadracho saw that Feng Xiuhu had entered through the side door—and there was a steward beside him at some point.

Vadragho frowned slightly, but didn't think much of it.

He gently raised his hand, and the Divine Guards immediately responded by striking the ground with their weapons. Thump, thump!

"quiet!"

The officials still couldn't hide their excitement, but thankfully they calmed down.

Vadragho continued his speech.

“Praise be to my Lord’s mercy. The God of the Mist answered my prayer and revealed to me an impending disaster.”

He silently channeled his magical power, and the mist in the air behind him gradually coalesced into a picture.

This amazing scene finally drew everyone's attention back.

The scroll depicted by the mist came to life, revealing a terrifying scene of towering waves about to engulf the sail city.

Gasps of surprise came from the audience.

Vadragho's tone was low and calm.

"In the near future, the evil god will be resurrected and bring annihilation to Sail City. At that time, the Mist Cathedral will be the only safe place. Only devout believers who sincerely serve our Lord can receive the protection of the mist."

There was much discussion in the audience, but Vadragho only touched on the topic briefly and left the podium without further explanation.

Seeing this, Feng Xiuhu didn't have time to think about whether Vadracho's words had any deeper meaning. Before the believers who thought it was over could leave, he quickly ran to the stage.

"Everyone, be quiet! Be quiet!"

Vadragio, who had just reached the door and was about to leave, turned back—he didn't remember this part of the process.

Feng Xiuhu cleared his throat and said, "There are quite a few new believers today. In order to help everyone understand more deeply the doctrines expounded by Elder Vadra, a special guest will give a more detailed explanation next."

The officials' excitement was palpable, and their eyes were filled with anticipation.

Feng Xiuhu gestured to the audience: "Please welcome Deacon Mike!"

Clap clap clap clap!
The deafening applause nearly lifted the dome of the hall, accompanied by whistles and cheers.

One of the officials in the audience couldn't contain himself any longer and let out a hysterical scream: "Mike! Mike! Look at me!"

He was so excited that he couldn't catch his breath, and his head lolled to the side and he fainted.

The ordinary believers who were caught up in the excitement didn't understand what was going on. They just assumed that this person named "Mike" must be an extraordinary person, so they all got excited as well.

Amidst countless excited gazes, Mike walked onto the podium, holding a thick stack of doctrines.

Vadragio was incredulous—the atmosphere was far more intense than he had just witnessed.

Why would a deacon be so popular? How could he not know that there are such people in the church?

So he quickly grabbed Feng Xiuhu, who was walking down from the stage, and asked in a low voice, "What exactly happened?"

Feng Xiuhu avoided answering, instead asking, "Are you satisfied with how this was handled?"

Vadragho paused for a moment: “Better than I imagined—much better.”

Feng Xiuhu seized the opportunity, grinning as he asked, "About the assessment of the proxy..."

Vadracho smiled helplessly and poked Feng Xiuhu in the chest with his finger: "There's an old saying in Xuan Kingdom, 'No one gets up early without a reason,' which perfectly describes people like you."

Feng Xiuhu didn't feel embarrassed at all and replied, "There's also an old saying, 'Eating what's in your bowl while eyeing what's in the pot.'"

(End of this chapter)