In this cyberpunk era, why are you still playing the traditional villain?

The woman couldn't refute these words and could only sit back down sullenly.

However, it was obvious to the naked eye that she was somewhat disappointed about it.

Because she's the kind of person who can't sit still; she has to be involved in everything, which is her style. It's too uncomfortable for everyone else to have something to do but she doesn't.

But what could she do? On a small scale, it was Xu Shi's concern for her; on a larger scale, it was also to maintain the stability of the plan.

But something still just doesn't feel right...

The others felt a pang of sympathy upon seeing her like this—no one present had a bad relationship with her, so they mostly felt sorry for her.

"Chairman Xie..."

Ye Shanshan, the thoughtful secretary, came over to comfort her, but she was stopped by being waved away.

"Alright, let's listen to him."

The woman sighed, "Don't let me ruin the plans."

Little Curly suddenly realized that his boss seemed to always be like this; feeling sorry for her would probably be more painful than killing her. That's how proud and arrogant people are.

In contrast, it was Pan Ling, who had spent less time with her, who reacted first. She could read the other person's mind and was therefore more understanding.

"Let's have breakfast first, thank you, Master's wife."

She took a plate and placed it in front of the other person, saying with a smile, "With the chef here, you don't need to worry about anything at all."

"...Heh, so you really treat your master like a treasure?"

Xie Qingyan paused, then suddenly smiled with relief, "Alright, stop trying to curry favor. Your master's wife isn't that fragile."

"Uh-huh."

Pan Ling nodded in agreement, then glanced at Xia Ke'an, "Junior Sister? Would you like something to drink? I've prepared milk and yogurt, which do you prefer?"

"Forehead……"

What was originally a very ordinary question suddenly made the old lady choke.

"Ok?"

Pan Ling thought she hadn't heard clearly, so she asked another question out of curiosity.

"...It's alright, I'll have some water."

It took the white-haired mature woman a while to come to her senses, and she perfunctorily raised the water glass beside her.

Pan Ling didn't know what her junior sister had gone through, but some people could tell that this was PTSD... They knew that you, surnamed Xu, had already done something bad to her!

Well, Xia Ke'an herself thought it was a bit much. After all, she had practical experience of almost zero, and when she saw something similar, she would easily make subconscious associations... Ugh, that stuff tastes awful, and some people with a belly full of perverse tastes still insisted on drinking it!

Go to hell.

She complained in a voice that could only be heard once in a while, and then gave him a hard pinch on the waist.

Xu Shi, however, acted as if nothing had happened, continuing to eat her breakfast with a cheerful smile. "Who told you to lie to me? This is the price bad women have to pay."

This subtle interaction didn't arouse any suspicion from Pan Ling. In her opinion, her junior sister was just shy. Oh dear, you old auntie...

Wait, that's not right.

Have I forgotten something?

She suddenly realized something, but couldn't remember it for a moment, so she had to give up and start pouring tea and water for everyone.

Indeed, something has been forgotten.

"By the way, what's the name of our Protestant church?"

"Well..."

Xu Shi was reminded of this and realized he had actually forgotten about it—a huge mistake!

As we all know, names are something that cannot be taken lightly, especially such an important name.

There are many things to consider. First, it needs to be catchy and easy to pronounce. Second, it needs to be made more formal. It would be even better if it could express a hint of defiance against the Papacy.

and so.

After careful consideration, he gave his reply.

"Let's call it the Holy Fire Cat Cult."

It's already September! Time flies.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 267 The allure of eggs is boundless!

2023-09-17

A few days later.

The slump caused by the Poseidon Stone trade has not completely subsided, and the once prosperous imperial capital is now deserted.

In this situation, many shops have chosen to close temporarily or even permanently. It's not easy to make a living in big cities... Maybe it's better to go back to your hometown and raise pigs.

But just then, a building in the DC district, after undergoing simple repairs, appeared before the public.

This area is a mixed bag, so this matter naturally couldn't escape the eyes of the general public.

"Isn't this property previously owned by the Ironwing family? It's been abandoned ever since the Duke of Gujian confiscated it twelve years ago... Who bought it?"

"I don't know, maybe it's some brat who made a fortune off the Poseidon Stone... What did they change it to? They're keeping the door closed in broad daylight, I wonder what they're selling."

"Here it is! Why is the sign so small and crooked... What is this? Holy Flame... Cat Cult?"

After struggling for a long time to find the sign, the group was completely bewildered.

The first person to realize what was happening sensed something was wrong: "Could this be some kind of... blasphemous activity?"

With the Vatican as their powerful authority, other informal gatherings are strictly controlled. If any signs of trouble arise, the priests and Templars of the Vatican will immediately mobilize, causing bloodshed wherever they go.

Such things are not common, but every time they happen, the commotion is immense, and it is considered a serious crime, comparable to treason.

For the people of the Hualan Empire, the most memorable incident was five years ago when a nobleman used a similar pretext to launch an Impromptu campaign, which caused quite a stir and went viral throughout the main city... The final result, of course, was killing, killing, killing, involving many high-ranking officials and nobles.

Those reports and paintings that have been passed down are still popular reading material for many people today.

These words immediately alerted everyone else.

Some people were about to push the door open to take a look, but they instantly jumped back as if they had been electrocuted. "Holy crap, that was close! If that's really the case, then we dare not move!"

"Let's get out of here quickly. Who knows what's going on inside? Let's not get involved..."

"Exactly! Don't let my blood splatter on me when I die!"

"Should we notify the Vatican? There might even be a reward..."

"……Wait a moment!"

Just as everyone was chattering away, someone suddenly spoke up, breaking the noise, "Look!"

"what happened?"

Everyone gathered around curiously.

The man then held up another inconspicuous notice board with a line of large characters neatly written on it.

All visitors can receive a dozen eggs.

"Wow!"

The crowd gasped in surprise again, their eyes lighting up.

Hmm, now I have a reason to go in and take a look.

……

The allure of eggs is boundless; the general public, who were hesitant just a moment ago, mustered the courage to push open the heavy door the next second.

The interior furnishings felt familiar: intricately carved stained glass, dim candlelight, rows of benches... much like what people see when they go to the Vatican's churches for worship and prayer.

Wow, this is definitely the shoe cult!

Even the atmosphere was equally solemn and dignified... Oh, no, that's not the case.

After a brief moment of surprise, everyone discovered that two people were fighting on the platform.

"I won't wear it! Don't think I don't know what you're up to!"

The white-haired girl, who looked to be only ten years old, was struggling against the man's outstretched clutches. "You just want to take this opportunity to satisfy your perverse pleasures!"

"What kind of twisted sense of humor is this? This is a very serious matter, okay?"

The man wearing gold-rimmed glasses said with a serious expression, "We are the Holy Fire Cat Cult. How can you, a saintess, not even have cat ears?"

"And you've gotten so bold, you're not listening to your father anymore, are you?"

"I don't care, where did you come from, you unrelated father?"

Xia Ke'an flatly refused, clearly having given up after her identity was exposed, "No, no, then no!"

……

Everyone was bewildered by what they saw. "It's so numb, what did I just see?"

And you still say you're not Impart? What are you doing?

Anyway, this interaction just doesn't look normal at all... But there are some normal people out there. There's a girl in an embroidered robe standing to the side with her arms crossed, watching all this with a mix of helplessness and amusement.

Master, you're hopeless... Of course, Junior Sister isn't much better off.

Before, when he didn't know, he just thought it was the innocent childlike fun of a white-haired loli. Now that he knows she is actually the oldest in the group, the silly apprentice has finally seen what everyone meant by "pretending to be young".

Are you two even ten years old combined? That's so childish...

Pan Ling subconsciously rubbed her forehead, and for once again felt that she might have chosen the wrong master.

"Um, please..."

Just then, the citizen who had led the way in cautiously asked, "Are there eggs we can get?"

If not, we'll be leaving. You guys are having so much fun, we won't bother you any longer...

"ah!"