Battlefield Priest's Diary

Chapter 25 New Chess Pieces

When Qin Hao woke up in the soft, large bed in the hotel, it was already morning.

He instinctively reached for his weapon, but found nothing. After a moment's thought, Qin Hao realized he was back.

He rolled out of bed and immediately looked at the chess pieces on the table. The six white pieces stood quietly on the table, reflecting a warm light under the sunlight.

Wait a minute, why does one of them look a little different?
Holding the outermost piece carefully in his hand, Qin Hao noticed a crack on its originally smooth top, like an exquisite "hat" had been added, making it look like a small torch.

A bishop piece.

This is…

Crackle~ Crackle~ Crackle~~~
The diary by the window began to turn rhythmically, the sound like the casual applause of a street audience watching a homeless person's performance.

Text appeared

Your outstanding performance has changed the course of the game; the pawn that reached the bottom line will make a spectacular comeback.

[Escape Tannenberg and complete the mission, triggering the soldier promotion conditions and obtaining the bishop title.]

At the same time, the base of the bishop piece began to emit a soft light, and a tiny rune appeared.

[Firm Belief: As a respected bishop, your words are always more believable, especially when you look the person in the eye or when the person is female.]

Please don't blindly rely on this ability. It can only make you appear more sincere in the eyes of others, not that others are fools.

Ok?
Qin Hao picked up the chess piece, looked at it, and pondered for a moment. He felt that this skill seemed to encourage people to become fraudsters.

Moreover, this makes it easier for people to believe that it is a very vague term, and what the specific effects will be is currently unknown.

Since I can't figure it out, I might as well not think about it for now.

Qin Hao let out a long breath, stretched his limbs, and turned to open the bathroom door.

Steam rose, and after a week of rolling and tumbling in the mud piles from over a hundred years ago, Qin Hao could feel every part of his skin releasing signals of pleasure.

He put on a change of clothes, opened the door, and prepared to do something that was most important to him at that moment.

Have a meal!
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The owner of the town's only restaurant, looking at the empty seats, was idly wiping the glasses in front of the counter.

It's not tourist season now, so there are practically no tourists. And since the locals in this rural area almost never go out to eat, he has almost no business right now.

Jingle bell~~
The door bell rang, and an Asian-looking man walked in, who appeared to be from the country to the south.

The boss's attention was immediately drawn to them; based on past experience, these tourists from China usually had a lot of money in their hands.

"Welcome! Are you here to see Lake Baikal? Would you like to try our specialty? Our roasted young chicken is very famous." The owner smiled and handed over the menu, then discreetly sized up the customer.

"Braised beef in a pot, borscht, roasted young chicken, braised halibut, please hurry." Qin Hao pulled out a chair, glanced at the menu, and quickly placed his order.

"Guest, the portions at our restaurant are quite generous; this is enough for three people. Also, the dishes you ordered are too oily..." The kind-hearted owner tried to persuade the out-of-towner not to waste his money.

"Shut up! Why are you meddling in the guests' business?!" A burly middle-aged woman behind him nudged her husband with her hand, indicating that he was talking too much.

"Don't worry, I won't waste it. Please serve the food." Qin Hao ultimately declined the owner's offer.

The dishes were served quickly, and the country-style cooking used plenty of oil and salt, which made Qin Hao, who was used to eating boiled potatoes and bean porridge, feel that every taste bud was happily throbbing.

The only downside was the dining environment.

It wasn't that the restaurant was particularly dilapidated, but ever since the meal began, the woman, who weighed about 170 or 180 pounds, had been loudly complaining to her husband. "How could I have married such a good-for-nothing like you!" Such complaints kept coming from behind the door, greatly diminishing Qin Hao's enjoyment of the meal.

It seems that the shrewish woman from Hedong can survive in any country, and Qin Hao felt that he didn't need to provoke her.

"Can I pay the bill? I'm finished eating." He raised one hand in front of the table to indicate.

The poor boss felt like he'd been granted a pardon and quickly put down what he was doing and came over. "Sir, our dishes are reasonably priced, three thousand rubles."

I ate about the amount of food for three people in this meal, which is pretty good.

Qin Hao casually took out the banknotes from his pocket and handed them over.

The boss accepted the money with a smile, but his expression froze the next second.

The front of the banknote does not feature a portrait of Peter the Great, but rather the emblem of a double-headed eagle, while the denomination is written in French on the back.

This is an old version of the ruble from the Tsarist era.

"Sir, this kind of joke isn't funny. Please give me the normal cash." Although somewhat angry, the boss managed to control his emotions.

hiss~~
Qin Hao thought for a moment. This stack of bills was probably meant to be given to the boatmen after they boarded the ship, but he fell asleep before handing it over. Looks like it's become another souvenir from their time travel?

I patted my pockets and realized I didn't have any cash on me, only this.

"Sorry, it seems I forgot to bring any money. Could you wait a moment while I go back to get it?" Qin Hao said apologetically.

"Guest, this..." The boss hesitated for a moment, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Running a restaurant means you've seen all sorts of people, and every year there are always some guys who use forgetting their money as an excuse to eat and drink for free.

The person in front of me was eating the equivalent of three people's meals at once, and was also carrying counterfeit money of unknown origin. Logically speaking, this was very suspicious.

But for some reason, he just felt that the other person didn't seem like a liar.

Maybe it's worth trying to trust others.

“Alright, please go back and get your money first. I trust your integrity.” The shop owner finally made his choice, but immediately lowered his voice, “When you leave, please avoid my wife. She has a bad temper; please don’t offend her…”

Qin Hao nodded, picked up his coat, thanked him again, and carefully went out to leave.

But when he was about seven or eight meters away from the restaurant, he heard a loud argument coming from there.

"Idiot! How could I have married such a blockhead like you!"

"Three thousand rubles! You're just going to let a freeloader like that get away with it?!"

"You old, dull-witted idiot! Short and useless man!"

The woman's roar startled the pigeons on the street, causing them to fly away in terror. Even those nearby heard it as if a large drum was being pounded in their ears.

Not to mention the increasingly outrageous content.

After hesitating for a moment, Qin Hao stopped, turned around, and reopened the restaurant door.

Facing the burly woman who had already picked up a plate and was about to smash it down, Qin Hao looked up and stared into her eyes.
"Beautiful lady, please let me explain, this is a misunderstanding."

(End of this chapter)