About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

"But... why did this matter spread so widely? I clearly asked Miss Black Snake to control and block the news."

Orson held his chin with one hand. Although he understood the situation of Archangel and the reason why Lateran wanted to find him, Orson still couldn't figure out how the news of "the mysterious nun spending a lot of money in Longmen Monastery" spread to Lateran.

"This... maybe I just said it accidentally while chatting with my friends earlier... Hey?"

The Archangel on the side showed a cute smile and responded to Orson's confusion.

"I see, then please do your best on this matter, Exia, hey~"

Orson smiled and nodded, then he went back.

"Don't, don't, don't do this, Orson!? I've already promised them that I'll be the one to take care of it. If I back out, they'll definitely catch me, tie me to a cross, smear me with honey, and throw me into the sheep pen for five minutes!"

Seeing that his only savior was about to give up on him, Angel immediately begged his good brother Orson with tears in his eyes to be merciful and spare his life.

"This isn't even considered a punishment. I was covered in catnip before, and Rosemary Huang and the others pinned me to the ground and licked me for over 20 minutes..."

"……what?"

Orson waved his hands with a look of disdain, while Archangel made an incomprehensible sound, and the look he gave Orson became much more piercing.

"Ahem...just pretend you didn't hear what I said just now. I think I understand what's going on. Although this is a mess you caused, from another perspective—this might be an opportunity for Rhodes Island and Lateran to connect."

Orson, who didn't keep his mouth shut, coughed twice, and then thought about whether he could take advantage of the misunderstanding caused by the Archangel to develop a new order in Lateran.

"I'm still on vacation. Anyway, I'll go ask Dr. Kal'tsit and Amiya first. Seriously, don't bring up weird topics just to impress yourself, Exia."

"Yeah! I know, Orson! Love you!"

Under his soft and hard persuasion, Orson chose to clean up his mess as expected. The Archangel immediately jumped up happily and blurted out those two words that sounded a little subtle.

"Really? Can we really expect Angel to be quiet and not talk nonsense?..."

Looking at the Exiah with steam coming out of his head and just passing through the RGB light tube, jogging all the way like Thomas the Tank Engine, Orson sighed.

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"I don't think everyone in Rutland has a light bulb on their head..."

In the small SUV, Orson sat in the passenger seat with half of his head sticking out of the window, looking at the scene outside with curiosity.

"Hehe, this is a typical Lateran prejudice. 9% of the Sakota people are from Lateran, so some people unconsciously think that all Lateran people are Sakota. In fact, there are many residents of other races in Lateran as well."

The driver, Archangel, held the steering wheel with his left hand, circled in the air with his right hand, and spoke with confidence.

At this time, the two were on their way to the "Landon Monastery", which is located in the territory of Lateran.

"As for the second misconception about Lateran, many people believe that 'Latan has the most frequent shootings in Terra.' In fact, although every adult in Lateran can legally own a Guardian gun, everyone abides by detailed laws and regulations regarding firearms control. Therefore, I can guarantee that Lateran is the safest place in Terra. Conversely, Columbia has the most frequent shootings and crossbow attacks."

Exia made a pistol gesture at Orson, then pretended to pull the trigger.

"How about it, Orson? Do you think I've become much more knowledgeable all of a sudden? Hehehe!"

Exiah puffed out her chest with a look of pride. In fact, ever since the two of them entered Lateran, Exiah has been very excited and has been trying to introduce various Lateran tips to Orson.

"Hmm...how should I put it? I'm quite surprised. Angel of Exiah, you really know your city-state very well."

Orson praised from the bottom of his heart. After all, he was sure that if the positions were reversed and he were to wander around Ursus with Archangel, he would definitely not be able to introduce Ursus in such a clear and logical way.

"Hey, every citizen of Lateran has the highest respect for their country—ah, we're almost there."

Exia looked out the front windshield into the distance, and suddenly a large golden wheat field appeared on the gentle slope at the far end of the dirt road.

“So beautiful…!”

Orson blinked his eyes. After all, he had lived in Terra for more than 20 years and had traveled to many city-states. However, this was the first time that Orson had seen such a vast golden wheat field.

"Hehe, this is the signature of the Landon Abbey! This wheat field is a rare sight in Lateran... no, in all of Terra! And not only that, the abbey's special beer brewed with this wheat is unique in both taste and alcohol content! Orson, you must try it if you get a chance!"

"No... forget about beer or anything."

Orson smiled bitterly, shook his head, and then coughed twice.

"Although the wheat fields are indeed impressive, let's get down to business first. My character is 'the brother of a wealthy nun'. I'm here to conduct business negotiations on behalf of the nun. Please don't cause any more trouble, Exia?"

"No problem~ I'm quite famous here, and I'm sure everyone won't make things difficult for you."

Orson and Exiah went over their lines and the roles they would play, and the SUV drove into the gate of Langdon Abbey.

"Hello~~ Is everyone there? I'm back—Woooa!?"

The Archangel got out of the car and greeted people with a smile, but before he could even finish the greeting, he was startled by a crossbow arrow that kept brushing against his cheek.

“Don’t move!” “Exia!?” “It’s Exia!!”

"Level 1 alert! Repeat, Level 1 alert!!!"

The monastery that seemed to be living in peace and tranquility before suddenly appeared in a large number of nuns holding cold and hot weapons.

"...somewhat famous?"

The co-pilot could not escape the implicate, and Orson, with a crossbow pointing at his head, looked at the Archangel.

"Ahahaha... Looks like they haven't forgotten the accident when I bombed the monastery before."

The Archangel chuckled and pretended to know nothing.

16. “She’s really not a saint…” “Saint Joan of Arc!?”

In the territory of Lateran, in front of the gate of the Landon Monastery, Orson, who thought he would be welcomed by the crowds just because he was traveling with the Archangel, was now being pointed at by a group of "nuns" armed with sniper rifles, assault rifles and shotguns.

"Don't move, you two! Hurry up and put your hands—uh?"

"Is this position okay, Miss Sister?"

"Okay... let's say, uh, pretty standard."

One of the nuns was just about to control Orson, the "outsider", but before she could give the order, the other party had already assumed the posture he should assume when being arrested. The smoothness of his movements, the decisiveness of his actions, and the standard of his posture all stunned the nun.

Don’t underestimate the experience of squatting at the goal!

"Hey, hey, hey, isn't this a bit of a fuss for a welcome...? Maybe I accidentally left a slightly unfavorable impression before, but Orson is a guest. Isn't this kind of hospitality contrary to the code of conduct of the people of Lateran?"

The Archangel who was taken aside for a body search had an unhappy tone. He had just promised Orson a few minutes ago that he would protect him, but he was detained on the spot by the nuns, and even Orson, who was originally there to help him, was implicated.

"Explosives - no, high-concentration alcohol - no, extradimensional matter in a lunch box - no, bullets - 12 boxes of .45 ACP, weapon - a custom Kriss Vector."

The nuns ignored the already somewhat unhappy Archangel and continued with their search. Before long, they found a pile of bullets and weapons on Archangel, who solemnly claimed to be harmless.

"'A slightly less favorable impression'? You can actually say that so calmly... A walking scourge that blew up the school at least five times, detonated the Langdon Monastery once, and detonated the neighboring Nord Monastery twice."

When the body search was almost over, a Liberia girl with long flaxen hair and heterochromic eyes walked out of the monastery. She came to the side of the Archangel while muttering something in a low voice.

"At least 8% of them are accidents... huh? Sidja!"

The Archangel responded guiltily, then recognized the identity of the girl in front of her, and the expression on her face instantly became happy and surprised.

"Long time no see, Remuel... No, you're an Archangel now, right? Anyway, store the extra bullets in the counter. At least this will reduce the chances of you detonating the monastery..."

The girl called "Hildeja" spoke with a subtle expression while slightly closing her eyes, and nodded to the nuns to indicate that the threat could be temporarily eliminated.

"Hmph, a real explosion doesn't require bullets of such low purity... It hurts!"

"Please stop talking, Aneng."

Exia became inexplicably confident, and then Orson hit the LED tube on his head.

"So, Archangel, why did you suddenly return to the monastery? I thought you wouldn't be back to Lateran for a long time unless you found a boyfriend and wanted to bring him here for blessing - could it be that...?"

The girl from Liberi, with red and blue pupils, whom the Angelus called "Hildeja," walked in front, leading the two into the Landon Monastery while chatting with the Angelus. When the topic turned to "boyfriend," Hildegard paused and glanced back at the Angelus and Orson beside her with a playful look.

"He and I aren't in that kind of relationship, like a boyfriend or something like that! It hasn't reached that level yet... well, probably still a long way off."

Hearing that the girl from Liberi had misunderstood the relationship between her and Orson, Angelica immediately waved her hand to explain, but she felt a little disappointed halfway through her explanation.

"Compared to that—what do you mean by 'Why did you come back suddenly'? Didn't you, Xidejia, ask me to come back to help?"

Exia decided not to continue this topic for the time being. She took out the chat text messages between her and the heterochromic-eyed Libori girl in front of her and angrily stuffed them into the girl's hands.

"Um...eh? I asked for help- Ooooh!"

Xidejia tilted his head curiously at first, and after seeing the conversation, he suddenly remembered that there was such a thing.

"You were the one who asked me to come here. Look, it says... huh? [Empty String]?"

Exia noticed that the name of 'Xi Dejia' in the chat history was changed to 'Kong Xian'.

"Ah, that's a new code name I came up with. It's the same as your 'Exiac', Ale. I saw that everyone had a cool code name, so I came up with one too."

'Kong Xian' rubbed his hair and said embarrassedly.

"Regarding the topic just now... well, actually, I never thought that you, Aneng, would actually come back. After all, I have invited you many times before, and every time you either stood me up or completely ignored me."

"Hehehe~ At that time, I was still working at Penguin Logistics in Longmen. Kongxian, you know that our Penguin Logistics company has very strict requirements. Normally, there is no chance to ask for leave - Orsen, don't say anything."

Exiah took the initiative to hold down Orson who wanted to complain, while Kongxian, who had no idea about the actual situation of Longmen, nodded with an expression of "I understand, I understand".

"Aneng, you did say this before. Although Penguin Logistics is a very generous logistics company with good salaries and benefits, the employees around you are all very dependent on you because of their lack of ability... Speaking of which, if you go back to Rutland this time, what will happen to that Luper girl you mentioned before who always sticks to you and treats you like an idol, and even helps you with most of the work?"

Kong Xian asked Exiah with good intentions, and after hearing this, the latter smiled awkwardly but politely, and turned his head stiffly to look at Orson.

"You're so reliable, Miss Exia."

Orson smiled and recorded the message on his phone, completely ignoring the Morse code from the RGB light bulb on the head of the Angel.

"Well, well, well...! Let's not talk about Texas for now. Xi... Kongxian, now that I'm back at the monastery, you have to help me deal with the other pursuers from the monastery who might come looking for me! And there are also the enemies from the religious academy, the people from the machine gun choir, and yes, there's also the owner of the Missaya Western Restaurant—you have to help me deal with it!"

Exiah decided to go all out and not consider the possibility of being sliced into pieces by Texas after returning. He decided to deal with the mess in front of him first.

"You've practically pissed off half of the Lateran population... Haah, never mind, this is Aneng after all. Anyway, here we are."

Hearing the "bad guys" behind Aneng who were eyeing him covetously, Kongxian smiled bitterly and then pushed open a heavy wooden door at the corner.

Along with the heavy creaking of the wooden door, a very obvious and rich fragrance hit everyone's nose.

"Sniff—Ohhhh! Could it be that? Could it be that?!"

The Archangel seemed to be very familiar with this smell. She stuck her head out and sniffed hard, then showed an expression of surprise and satisfaction.

"Uh uh…this smell?"

As for Orson, who was following behind Archangel, he frowned. A very strong aroma of malt alcohol mixed with the aroma of baking bread came out from behind the wooden door.

Because alcohol will temporarily reduce the activity and destroy the stability of the "Chimera Blood" in Orson's body, Orson has a low tolerance for alcohol. Faced with such a pungent smell of alcohol, Orson can only gather two pieces of paper and stuff them into his nostrils.

"This place should be very familiar to the Archangels, but please allow me to introduce it. This is the brewery that Langdon Abbey is so proud of. It is unrivaled in all of Lateran... no, in all of Terra! Here, we harvest the wheat sown in the wheat fields outside and brew it into beer. We also grind the wheat into flour and bake it into bread, and then pair it with cheese brewed by the tumor beasts raised here. This is the birthplace of Langdon Abbey's famous 'Wheat Beer' and 'Cheese Bread'!"

Kong Xian enthusiastically introduced to Orson the winery located underground at the corner of the monastery. Judging from the proud and excited expression on her face, she really loved and was proud of this underground wine cellar.

"So those wheat fields outside actually have a practical use... But this smell is truly unmistakable. You can't smell it in Lungmen or Casimir. It's a pure, natural wheat aroma!"

Orson carefully pulled out a piece of paper, sniffed the pure and natural fermentation aroma, and then quickly put it back.

"Hey, most monasteries would use the office on the second floor as a reception area, but since the abbot hasn't returned yet, I'll bring you here to rest for a while. At least for Aneng, who hasn't been home for a long time, this is one of the top five places in the entire Lateran, right?"

"Of course, of course~ As expected of Kong Xian, you know me so well!"

Exiah waved her hand in affirmation, and Orson could see that her spirits were much higher than usual.

In fact, there are rumors that Exia also likes Ton Ton Ton, but because the logistics company does not know when it will suddenly drive away, Exia rarely has the opportunity to drink as much as she wants when she is in Longmen.

Judging from the other party's impatient expression, this statement might be true.

After a brief introduction to the basement, Kong Xian led the two to a solid wooden table surrounded by oak barrels and shelves.

"Then we finally have time for formal introductions. I'm Brother Sildegard, please call me Kongxian. I'm affiliated with the Landon Monastery, and I'm currently working to improve the monastery's financial situation."

After sitting at the table, Kong Xian stood up and introduced himself to Orson.

"Hello, Miss Kongxian, I am——"

"He's Orson. It would be better to have something to go with the self-introduction. I can't wait!"

Orson's introduction was interrupted by Archangel just as he started. Archangel took out two glasses from an inconspicuous corner with ease, ran to a wooden barrel with a faucet as if turning on a light in his own home, and filled the two glasses with light brown liquid.

"Exiac, don't do this—"

"Come on a little more serious, Aneng! But... you're right, it's better to have a drink first!"

Kong Xian also tried to persuade the Angel of Exiah seriously, but the second half of his sentence immediately turned to the offensive. The seemingly serious girl from Liberi happily took the wine glass, and her bird ears began to tremble.

"Is the wine really that delicious... Uwaa ...

Orson was watching the serious Kong Xian clinking glasses with the Angel of Death. He was startled by the beer glass in Kong Xian's hand and quickly waved his hand to indicate that he really couldn't drink.

After all, based on my past experience, if I were to drink a little, there's a high probability that I'd lose consciousness and crawl out of a bed whose owner I didn't know...