The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

Kate ignored Paul Fitzgerald's anger.

She had never been so impatient with long quotations from the Bible.

She looked at the boundary marker, the path behind it, and the blank space behind the marker indicated by the car navigation system - but there was no road on the map.

"I think I've arrived, Mr. St. Paul." Kate stopped showing off her knowledge and went straight to the point.

In fact, there is still some distance to go before the filming base is found, but Kate no longer wants to talk to the archbishop.

A long sigh came from the other end of the line, and Archbishop Emeritus Paul Fitzgerald sounded more than ten years older.

"Go, go. The heavy rain in Boston is like the bronze basin used to wash away sins in the temple. But unfortunately, you always stick your necks straighter than Solomon's columns, so that even God can't hold back His hand."

Kate just smiled and said, "I only know that there's a Broken Knight living here. He seems to be a good friend of yours. Do you want me to say hello to him for you?"

"Ephraim is close to idols, let him be!" Retired Archbishop Paul Fitzgerald hung up the phone angrily.

Even the Israelites in the Book of Hosea who refused to listen to advice were brought up, which undoubtedly represented the unpleasant end of the conversation.

However, when Paul Fitzgerald hung up the phone, Kate's frown finally relaxed.

Since when did I start to feel tired of hearing this old cliché?

Since when did I subconsciously have the courage to tamper with the original text of the Bible?

Is it after having a "master"?

Why was Paul Fitzgerald so reluctant to have me in this place?

Kate drove her Chevrolet Suburban into the blank area on the navigation while having all kinds of questions and self-questions.

Author's words: This chapter is so confusing, I'll never write a character who's all Bible slinging in the future...

214 Give in

Li Shanze didn't know that Kate was not far away from him. At this time, the old knight Loganfield came over after gathering and settling the frightened but not seriously injured villagers.

"I heard the explosion just now and saw that the water mill was completely destroyed. I'm glad you're okay. Old James..." The old knight stopped talking.

His expression was serious, and he seemed to have a premonition of old James's end.

Li Shanze shook his head: "No, he was murdered. The cause of death is ridiculous."

Li Shanze introduced the guiding ideology of that crazy plant protectionist, and the old knight shook his head after listening to it.

"What a lunatic, a complete lunatic." The old knight's eyes were filled with disgust. "God teaches us to love the world. These people don't even love people, but instead love plants and animals. They are undoubtedly bewitched by Satan! Where is that bastard?"

The old knight clenched his fists, and there was a crackling sound between the joints, as if he wanted to purify that bastard.

Li Shanze pointed at the burning corpse of the madman, which was affected by the burning vine dragon.

"I was arresting him and he tried to resist, so I shot him dead."

"Amen." The old knight looked at the body that was becoming increasingly shriveled in the flames and made the sign of the cross over his heart. "May God forgive your pitiful soul."

Then he looked at the reporter witch handcuffed by Li Shanze, his disgust undisguised: "Is this person you caught his accomplice?"

The old knight even took out his FN57 and loaded the magazine into the gun in front of the witch reporter.

The woman cried out in horror, "Every night of a storm, German pork knuckle!"

She even swayed with fear, her legs went limp, and she looked like she was about to fall.

"What is she saying?" The old knight looked at Li Shanze in confusion. "What language is she speaking?"

"Unfortunately, I only understand English among you Westerners." Li Shanze shook his head, suppressing his laughter. "Even more unfortunate is that she spoke English."

"Is this some kind of code?" The old knight became increasingly confused, his brow furrowed. "Every stormy night, German pork knuckle… the initials GSNGPK, that doesn't even make a meaningful word…"

"Schweinshaxe..." (German for roast pork knuckle)

"She was so scared that she collapsed to the ground. How could she possibly be saying any secret words at this moment?"

Li Shanze interrupted the old knight who was analyzing seriously with amusement.

"Unfortunately, it's just that the lady's language system has a problem."

The woman lying on the ground nodded desperately, her eyes showing fear and pleading, and she shouted at the same time: "Bismarck! Bismarck!"

However, when she heard what she said, she became even more frightened, and even felt a sense of despair.

She was already talking nonsense, and now her temperament was getting more and more crazy. She looked like a crazy woman.

The old knight saw something from the woman's behavior and looked at Li Shanze: "You made her like this, didn't you? You have a lot of strange secrets."

Li Shanze nodded. "Yeah, those crazy people, what they say is essentially no different from this kind of meaningless random pile of words, so I just made her like this."

As Li Shanze spoke, he looked at the female reporter with a sharp gaze.

The female reporter was so horrified that she didn't even dare to fight. She curled up cautiously, trying in vain to protect herself mentally.

"Can you restore her to normal? I have some questions for her," the old knight asked, while also affirming, "Your method is quite suitable for dealing with these heretics."

"Dog! Environmental protection organization!" The woman looked at Li Shanze with anticipation, but after hearing what she said, she couldn't help but pursed her lips tightly again.

I won't talk anymore!

She bit her lips so hard that they drew blood.

"Of course I can." Li Shanze nodded. "But you, you recovered so quickly. Are you okay now?"

Li Shanze pointed at the old knight's knees. He walked there with the gait of a dragon and a tiger.

"After I settled the affected villagers, I recovered a lot of strength. At least it was enough to heal my knee and their injuries." The old knight nodded and replied.

No, why does this sound like a positive feedback system?

With the wishes of a few villagers who have suffered from the disaster, you can recover from your injuries and heal all the villagers' injuries?

Faith, holy light, making wishes, could this system be a perpetual motion machine?

Li Shanze felt that there might be something he didn't understand clearly, and the matter should not be as trivial as the old knight Loganfield said.

What Li Shanze and Loganfield didn't know at this moment was that Loganfield's wish power certainly came not only from the injured villagers, but also from the large number of netizens watching the live broadcast.

After the live broadcast of the "public service announcement", the camera first gave a panoramic view of the disaster-stricken village, and then pulled back to the panicked and helpless crowd in the church.

It is normal to feel sad when you see people suffering.

It was this gathering of a large amount of mercy that allowed the old knight Loganfield to quickly recover his willpower - just as he came to the reality show set in this ostensibly Amish village after being sentenced to excommunication.

At this time, the old knight sighed and said: "Unfortunately, although my strength recovered quickly, I was still a step too late and failed to protect old James in time."

"It's not your fault, Loganfield." Li Shanze comforted.

The reason why Li Shanze changed the subject just now was to delay the time for fifteen minutes.

He counted silently in his mind, and after counting a thousand, he felt that fifteen minutes had passed.

Then Li Shanze turned his gaze to the female reporter who was so frightened that she dared not speak, but whose eyes were filled with fear, flattery and pleading.

"Remember, if you say anything dishonest, I can take away your ability to speak at any time. Do you understand?"

The female reporter nodded vigorously.

So Li Shanze pretended to snap his fingers and said, "Okay, you can speak now."

"Really?" the woman asked.

When she realized that she could speak meaningful sentences again, she felt a great joy of regaining what she had lost.

Then the fear and grievance she had just felt burst out, and she couldn't help crying: "Wow, that's great, it's really great!"

"Don't cry. Answer the questions honestly, otherwise, haha." Li Shanze snapped his fingers pretentiously.

The female reporter shuddered. "Yes! I will definitely cooperate and answer honestly! Please, please don't deprive me of my language!"

Li Shanze didn't mind giving the opportunity of interrogation to the old knight Loganfield.

In Li Shanze's opinion, Loganfield was the former Grand Knight of the Church. He must know a lot of secrets and many ways to torture witches.

So we should let the old knight interrogate the witch first.

Coincidentally, when Loganfield saw that the witch was subdued by Li Shanze so quickly, he also looked at Li Shanze in this way.

This guy is an FBI agent, and he's able to torture these heretics like this. He must know a lot of secrets and know many ways to torture witches. He should be the first to be questioned.

As a result, the atmosphere became a little awkward.

After a moment of silence, Li Shanze smiled and said, "Knight Loganfield, you are the master of this village, and you are the victims. You should ask first."

"No, you should ask first. After all, you are an agent of the federal government, and you are the law enforcement agency." The old knight also smiled back.

"I have already exercised my law enforcement authority on the ship. You should go first." Li Shanze continued to decline.

He hinted that he had defeated the old knight once on the ship, and as a defeated opponent, the old knight should be obedient.

"It was a pleasant cooperation. As the Lord's knight, I will definitely fulfill my promise."

The old knight replied, "I won't owe you any money. We escaped together."

The female reporter, whose emotions were on the verge of collapse, was stunned. In her opinion, these two men, one old and one young, were inexplicably competing with each other.

After being stunned for a few seconds, she rolled her eyes, as if she had found an opportunity to escape from the fight between the two men.

Although she was terrified of Li Shanze's spell that could deprive her of her speech, she still spoke tentatively: "Aren't you going to evacuate the villagers quickly?"

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215 Journalism

Li Shanze exchanged glances with Loganfield, then he asked, "Evacuate the villagers? Why?"

"Uh, don't you know? There is actually a monster sealed under this village. The huge vine dragon just now is its seal." The female reporter said seriously.

"Monster? What monster?" Li Shanze glanced at the old knight, who shook his head, indicating that he knew nothing about it.

"It's called the Corrosive Pact, the Venomous Leak Serpent, and the Native Americans call it 'the umbilical cord of the Earth Mother soaked in the blood of a hundred evil dragons'!" The female reporter looked horrified.

The female reporter was so excited that she couldn't put her finger on it. She started to wriggle on the ground, looking like a worm.

Her wizard robe inexplicably made her words more persuasive.

If Li Shanze had not obtained the crystal of her sin and knew that she was a reporter who talked nonsense, he would probably have believed it.

And this thing called Corrosive Pact and Venomous Snake... Such a childish name, did you see it from some weird Japanese anime?

So, Li Shanze sighed and looked at the female reporter with a look of pity: "I gave you a chance, ma'am."

"Since you keep talking nonsense, don't blame me for continuing to deprive you of the ability to speak."

Li Shanze pretended to snap his fingers.

The female reporter cried out and begged for mercy: "No, sir, no! Please, give me another chance, give me another chance! I didn't mean it! I will definitely answer the questions honestly!"

"Oh?" Li Shanze narrowed his eyes. "You promise?"

"Yes, I promise, I promise! Please understand, I'm a journalist after all, so telling the truth is what I'm worst at! But I'll try my best!"

The female reporter promised solemnly.

Old Knight Loganfield couldn't bear to listen any longer. He asked doubtfully, "Are you a reporter? A news reporter? Isn't news supposed to report the truth? Have newspapers and television stations become the headquarters of lies?"

"Because no one wants to hear the truth these days! People are becoming desensitized and blunted to information, and their ability to absorb information has its limits!"

"Back in the day, anything the TV stations filmed would be eagerly watched! People would be amazed at how convincingly a drunkard could be portrayed!"

"Nowadays, people only watch real drunks make fools of themselves online. Not many people would like to see an Oscar-winning actor portray a drunk through his superb acting skills!"

"The same goes for the truth!"

"For example, my former neighbor Mr. Hunter once encountered an incident and he filmed a vlog about it."

"On Saturday morning, Hunter's wife Mary baked a cake for their son's eighth birthday. She used almond flour given by a neighbor, which caused a mild allergic reaction in her son, resulting in three red rashes on his arms. He was taken to the hospital for examination and confirmed to be safe, and the rashes disappeared that evening."

"It was just a very ordinary, everyday thing. When I posted it online, it only had less than 107 reads, 17 likes, and 1 share."

"But do you know the famous internet post '#KillCakeMom! The Crazy Mother Who Forced Her Son to Take Poison!'? That video, which has over 10 million likes, was inspired by this ordinary vlog!"

"My son cried the moment he knocked over his milk cup because he burned his finger. This was spliced ​​to the moment he bit into the cake ten seconds later, creating 'crying while eating.'"

"The scene where Mary pours the effervescent tablet powder into a cup of water to prepare the effervescent tablets for her husband Hunter was cut to the scene where the effervescent tablets are poured into a paper bag outside the camera, with the caption 'White biological weapon in the secret door express!'"