Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

Is Wayne also in Lungmen?

What a coincidence!

P.S.: National Day is coming soon, so I thought I'd send my early New Year's greetings to all my brothers.

Just kidding, Happy National Day!

I'm planning to do a side story during the National Day holiday. Who would you like to see featured? An existing character, or a character who hasn't appeared in the main story yet, like Titi?

I actually have a wild idea: Hai Si's characteristics always make me think that I could use them to write a script about who the Swamp Man is and which tabletop role-playing game it is.

Let's cast our vote!

Existing characters:

Unreleased characters:

Everyone, please post the characters you'd like to see featured, and I'll choose the one with the most likes to write about.

Chapter 98 Two big shots couldn't scrape together a few Lungmen Dollars

Pushing open the glass door of the café, Wayne immediately spotted Urbino standing out from the crowd. His red priest's robe and the glittering halo above his head were so conspicuous that it was impossible for Wayne not to notice him.

He ordered a large matcha Frappuccino from the waiter at the front desk, and casually reminded him to pack a strawberry Frappuccino to go when he left. He took out two Victoria coins and placed them on the table, then quietly waited for the bewildered waiter to give him his change.

Yes, he doesn't have LMD.

But so what? If he doesn't get paid, he doesn't get paid. Someone else will pay for him.

Sure enough, seeing Wayne standing at the counter, watching the clerk sweating profusely as he frantically searched for the exchange rate between Victoria Gold Coins and LMD, and not coming over for a long time, Urbino couldn't sit still any longer. Awkwardly, he stepped forward, pulled a hundred-dollar LMD note from his pocket, handed it to the clerk, and said generously:

"keep the change."

This time, the waiter knew the exchange rate. He glanced at Wayne and, seeing that Wayne didn't seem inclined to rush to pay, accepted one LMD and said somewhat awkwardly:

"One hundred and twenty Lungmen dollars in total, sir."

Perhaps because they saw the Victorian gold coins that Wayne was using, the waiter thoughtfully used Victorian language instead of the less common Lateran language.

Urbino, whose face had been so bold as to say "No need to look anymore," nodded stiffly, then secretly glanced at Wayne, who, as expected, burst out laughing.

What a humiliating failure to show off! He coughed lightly, took out another Lungmen coin from his pocket, and said:

"Consider the extra amount your tip."

The waiter, beaming, accepted the Lungmen Dollars, silently took the change from the cash register, and put it into his pocket. He then handed the receipt to Wayne.

"Please be seated, sir. Your drink will be brought to your seat by the server."

Urbino turned around, intending to return to his seat, only to find that in the short time he had left, his seat had already been taken.

"......"

Urbino glanced at Wayne silently again. Wayne shrugged innocently. Was it his fault? He hadn't expected it either.

It's not that I forgot to reserve a spot if you hadn't failed to show off and amused me.

In my past life, I was a god of war when it came to grabbing seats in the university cafeteria. No one could ever get the better of me. But after all these years without training, I actually lost my throne due to carelessness. I'm so down on my luck, everyone.

Wayne glanced around; the café was packed. Most of the people had probably finished their coffee long ago, but they were still sitting there contentedly. They weren't there to savor the aroma of the coffee; they were there to relax.

Wayne felt it was real; the city of Lungmen truly gave him that familiar feeling of returning to his hometown.

Urbino, on the other hand, looked half ashamed and half angry, his face flushed. After looking around and still not finding an empty seat, he could only nod apologetically to Wayne and then coldly said to the waiter:

"Let's pack it up."

The harshest tone was uttered with the softest words, and Wayne couldn't help but laugh again.

...........

In the end, Wayne came up with the idea. They found a street food stall, ordered a plate of "wolf tooth potatoes" that might take half a day to finish, and a spicy hot pot, and sat down at a small table.

Although the atmosphere inside the shop is a bit noisy, it's still better than the milk tea shops, coffee shops, and tea houses that are all packed on Sundays. It's a work in progress, albeit a less-than-ideal solution.

Urbino poked a potato with its distinctive "wolf tooth" shape into his mouth, utterly stunned by the Sichuan-style owner's taste, rendered speechless and unable to see. He abandoned his plan to warm up their relationship through lunch... well, or rather, snacks. Wayne, watching his miserable state, felt a surge of pride.

"If he can't even handle this much spice, Bishop Urbino isn't very good at it."

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of potato slice from the spicy hot pot and put it in his mouth.

"Huff, huff!"

A few seconds later, two people appeared on the table drinking water.

Wayne's regret now surpassed even Urbino's. He had overlooked a crucial point: while he was still the same person, his body was no longer the same. The Victorians didn't particularly enjoy spicy food. Although Wayne often ate Yan cuisine in the palace, it paled in comparison to the insanely spicy mala tang from street vendors.

As a result, this huge blunder was accidentally created.

Wayne and Urbino exchanged a glance, then coughed knowingly, pretending nothing had happened. Urbino spoke first:

"It's been a long time, Your Highness Wayne. The last time we met..."

"The last time we met was the last time."

"Yes, yes, it was the same time last time... no, it was still inside Victoria's palace."

They all tacitly ignored the meeting at Langdon Abbey, which was "unofficial" and the person who met with Wayne was just a mysterious man who looked a lot like Urbino, and therefore not considered significant.

Wayne nodded, feeling a surge of satisfaction at having successfully turned the tables with his nonsensical writing style.

"Yes, it's been a long time. But it's surprising that Lateran would come to Lungmen. This place is a million miles away from the Holy See's headquarters, isn't it?"

Urbino laughed heartily: "We've partnered with Wei Yanwu to spread our faith. What does distance matter to us?"

"Then why don't you come to Victoria to preach?" Wayne asked sharply. "Victoria is so close to you. And I'm waiting for you (to send me money). Would you rather travel across half of Terra to Lungmen than go to Victoria?"

He lowered his head dejectedly: "As expected, Mostima and I were right. You really have abandoned me. Right, Urbino?"

Urbino's lips twitched, and he quickly waved his hand in denial:

“Your Highness Wayne is mistaken. It’s a misunderstanding. Lateran would never abandon any friend, especially you, Your Highness Wayne. You are one of our closest friends. Didn’t His Majesty even give you a golden pendant?”

Urbino explained seriously:

"To see the pendant is to see His Majesty in person. Any Lateran monk, monastery, or church has a responsibility to protect your safety and provide you with refuge. This is sufficient proof of His Majesty's high regard for you. Isn't it?"

How much is this pendant worth?

Wayne asked curiously.

Urbino proudly raised his head and said:

"Each gold pendant is unique and absolutely priceless!"

Wayne immediately lost interest. The fact that it was priceless and unique meant that no one dared to buy it. It seemed this thing would just be a burden on his hands.

Seeing Wayne's disgusted look, Urbino said with a hint of helplessness:

"Is His Highness Wayne really that short of money?"

“Of course!” Wayne said firmly, pulling two Victoria gold coins from his pocket. He then turned his pocket inside out, finding it empty. “Look,” he said, his face filled with a pitiful and helpless expression, staring longingly at Urbino.

Urbino felt that Wayne was determined to leave without extorting money from him.

He could only sigh and compromise:

"In that case, Your Highness Wayne, please come with me to meet that important person from Laterano. As long as she passes your assessment, your stipend will be in place immediately."

Big man?

Wayne heard that word from Urbino again. What kind of person must someone be to be called a "big shot" by a cardinal? Has His Holiness the Pope come in person?

Wayne felt that things might not be that simple.

He waved his hand, pointed to the silk-wrapped box he had been carrying beside him, and said:

"Let's skip it today, it's an unlucky day."

"Jili? Prince Wayne believes in this?"

“Do you know what I’m carrying?” Wayne said. “Dead man’s stuff. Body tissue. You don’t expect me to carry this to see that big shot, do you?”

Urbino's mind was instantly filled with a multitude of images: popped-out eyeballs, severed fingers, tongues broken into pieces, and even holy bastards. Yes, Lateran had indeed been peddling these things for a time; as long as you labeled them as saints and made a serious deal, you could always sell them for a fortune.

However, it would be inappropriate to bring these things to see Her Highness the Holy Maiden.

Urbino could only nod and say:

"Then would you like to set a date?"

“Three days from now,” Wayne said after a moment’s thought. He needed to make some backup plans in case the Pope himself came to arrest him, the traitor.

The new chapter has been fixed.

I don't know why, maybe it was blocked by the backend, but the new chapter suddenly stopped when it got to the sentence about the "big shot".

The last 300-plus words disappeared somewhere in the backend. They were probably deleted by the censors.

It's fixed now. Shuke, you can sacrifice another programmer, okay?

And also, please don't spam the forum with malicious comments. What if the moderators see it and ban you?

I can't say much, but I think that quote from Chekhov that I've posted makes a lot of sense.

Chapter 99 Kal'tsit, the Tower of Babel

"Brother, what are you doing?"

As soon as Vina got home, she saw Wayne rummaging through the house and went up to him curiously to ask.

Wayne pulled a spiral-patterned short sword from his suitcase, which Theresa had given him for self-defense. Wayne gave the two Time Staffs to Mostima, as Theresa was very worried about Wayne's weak physique.

He tucked his sword into his belt and replied:

"Make preparations."

"What preparations?"

"Meet the Laterans."

Vina's expression changed, and she took two steps forward: