Mystery: When the Lost Homelanders Meet the Lost Homeland Call

Klein quickly finished fabricating the story of how he met Lynn.

The night watchmen didn't ask any further questions, since Lynn's existence was recognized by the Church of Storms.

Although I'm not exactly as close as brothers to those chauvinistic brutes in the Church of the Lord of Storms, we still have a basic level of mutual trust as members of the same righteous church.

Lynn's annihilation of the Hammer Gang overnight and the government's strange silence afterwards clearly demonstrate that he possesses powerful supernatural abilities, and the Night Watcher believes that the Punisher shouldn't be so foolish as to not see this.

Therefore, Lynn's existence was tacitly approved by the storm.

This was one of the reasons why Dunn decided to trust Lynn earlier. The Church of the Storm Lord had confirmed that Lynn was at least not an evil being, so it was not a bad thing to believe in another method in a desperate situation.

Just as the night watchmen scattered to collect various materials, Lynn's voice startled everyone.

"The source has been resolved, although we weren't able to pinpoint the exact clue," Lynn said, brushing nonexistent dust off his hands as he stepped out of the ground. "At least there won't be any more clones appearing."

"Thread?" Dunn's gray eyes stared at Lynn. "What thread?"

"This is not something you people of your level should hear. Compared to this—" He walked up to Dunn, then conjured up a bowl of old Beijing-style fermented mung bean juice and shoved it into Dunn's mouth with lightning speed.

Deng Enren's eyes widened in surprise.

A sour, fermented swill smell assaulted his senses, followed by a slightly acidic, gritty liquid that rolled down his throat, like a strange, diluted sesame paste shoving down his esophagus into his stomach.

Then a warm feeling rose from my stomach, rushing along my blood vessels to my limbs, to my forehead, and to every finger and toe.

"What is this now?" El's lips twitched as he held the cigarette in his mouth.

"Freshly scooped from the underground mine, this is Beijing-style fermented mung bean juice."

Before anyone else could react, Lynn's figure flickered, conjuring five shadows, and fed the remaining five night watchmen Old Beijing Douzhi (fermented mung bean juice).

"Cough cough cough—" A series of coughs echoed in the warehouse.

"What did you feed me..." Lolota angrily questioned Lynn, but the next second she stopped talking. This "swill" actually nourished her parched spirit and repaired the various damages to her body.

"One of the holy juices of the Flying Hot Soup Church." Lynn solemnly shoved the soup bowl into Dunn's hands. "It can stimulate the spirit, replenish spirituality, and restore physical strength, and it has no side effects. It's much better than your so-called 'Goddess's Gaze'."

"More importantly..."

"What is it?" Klein wiped the crumbs from the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but ask.

"It tastes great with fried dough rings and spicy pickled vegetable shreds."

"..."

Those present, being gentlemen, decided not to comment on Lynn's somewhat blasphemous remarks.

Leonard finally broke the silence: "Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Lynn."

"No need to thank me. I sincerely recommend the Crazy Sunday event at the Flying Hot Soup Church; you should all consider it. First-time experience is free!"

Then he turned and walked out, disappearing into the night of Tingen.

The warehouse remained silent for a long time.

"...Who exactly is he?" Dunn broke the silence, his voice noticeably stronger than before; the "douzhi" (fermented mung bean juice) had indeed had an immediate effect.

"He claims to have received inspiration from a bowl of food that flew through the sky, and is now the 'first eater' of the Flying Spicy Soup Church," Klein said helplessly. "I was the first person he preached to."

"You've joined the cult?" Leonard's expression became very subtle.

"No," Klein said. "He gave me a free faith counseling session."

"So you believe it?" Leonard looked at Klein with concern.

Klein thought about the conversation that night, recalling Lynn's words, "Cooking doesn't require you to kneel, cooking only requires you to eat," and his words, "Not everyone needs a high and mighty god; some people just need a promise that 'someone will give me a bowl of soup today.'" He also recalled the bowl of Beijing douzhi that had instantly restored Dunn's complexion.

I'd rather skip Beijing-style fermented mung bean juice.

"No," Klein said decisively.

Then he paused, and added, "But I remembered his teachings."

"What doctrine?" Lolota asked curiously.

Klein repeated, word by word, "Hunger knows no faith. Being fed is something everyone needs."

Dunn looked down at the bowl of Beijing douzhi in his hand, trying to ignore the sour smell emanating from the "food," and then said in a deep voice, "This doctrine is not without reason."

He struggled to pick up the bowl and took another sip.

An aged voice echoed in Leonard's mind: "There are no traces of evil god corruption on Klein, so there's nothing to worry about."

Leonard glanced around, and when no one was looking, he asked in a low voice:

"This Flying Spicy Soup Church..."

"Sigh—" Pales sighed deeply, "I feel like just seeing that food is already taking a toll on my mental state."

"Alas."

The main reason Pales had a headache was that he couldn't figure it out.

It's normal that you younger generation of the Fifth Age haven't seen this kind of situation before. I need to clarify that I haven't seen it either.

Lynn brought out ordinary food, except for the extremely bizarre cooking methods; it was all ordinary food.

But ordinary food really made a difference.

This is something that Pales simply cannot understand.

Ultimately, He could only conclude that this thing served as a kind of marker, guiding what Lynn called the power of "cooking".

Moreover, He hasn't even figured out what this "cooking" thing is all about!

"Is this the end of an era? Strange things are just popping up one after another..."

-

After returning from the warehouse, Klein's life became much more "ordinary".

The night watchmen wrote their reports as usual, including Lynn's part, and Antigonus's notes were sent to Backlund Church.

Of course, it's covered in bizarre and unappetizing food.

Considering that it was originally put into Riel Bieber's intestines, Lynn thought it probably wouldn't mind.

Antigonus's Notes: (Elegant Wolf Language)

Lynn later reflected on the incident and discovered that the principle behind using bizarre cooking to solve the problem of replication was actually quite simple.

Lynn's creations were extremely ordinary, even excessively so, devoid of history, destiny, or mystical connections; they were utterly pure.

After discovering the ability to replicate, Lynn had already speculated that it was the power of the Dark Lord, but he wasn't sure.

Although it was uncertain how Antigonus's Notebooks were connected to these powers, Lynn could clearly see the connection between the notes and the powers.

By associating extremely simple objects with notes, it replaces Riel Bieber's copy.

What appeared later were actually incorrect copies of the food, and more importantly, Lynn also found a power leak underground, which allowed him to recover the copies and residues.

Here, we're still using [Lost Fire], skipping the recycling process.

Because of the existence of the alien artifacts from another world, Lynn can now act a little more freely.

-

Back in the office building in the dock area, Lynn sat at his desk, contemplating a plan that was ready for the right time.

Ancient scholars could project historical images onto people they knew, and those in high positions could discover that they were being projected onto, and could even project their consciousness onto them.

When Lynn was taking stock of the remnants of the past, he had already been considering Russell.

Now, he has obtained the ancient scholar traits sent by Adam.

"It's time, Emperor Armor Rosell, combine!"