About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

"Eh? Mr. Orson doesn't even drink... Doesn't that mean half the purpose of Langdon Abbey is gone?"

"Is it that serious?"

"But there's another part—hey, hey! Enjoy! These are freshly baked Landon cheese buns!"

Kong Xian shoveled out some fragrant cheese bread from the stove nearby. No matter how you looked at it, he didn't look like a monk. He looked more like a farm girl who drove a tractor in the fields to harvest wheat and then went home to drink with her friends.

But this is also good. Even outside those "eccentric cities", there are people who are passionate about life.

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A few dozen minutes later——

"How wonderful—how wonderful—"

The Archangel was sprawled on the chair, his hands repeatedly raised behind him in the French military salute.

"Look at this Aneng, he's already drunk after just a few drinks."

Kong Xian and Orson sat on a bench. Kong Xian smiled and pointed his wine glass at the somewhat dazed but high-spirited Archangel next to him. The table in front of them was filled with bread and empty wine glasses.

"This Aneng is... No, it seems I have no right to complain."

The atmosphere was getting to this point, and Orson originally wanted to follow the trend to insult Nengzun, but after thinking about it carefully, he seemed to be the worse one because he hadn't touched a drop of alcohol.

What's more, if I really said it, Kong Xian would probably drag me into a small room to check whether my development was normal.

"Please rest assured, Mr. Orson. I may seem unreliable, but I care deeply about the future of the Laden Monastery! To ensure the continuation of the monastery, I will work hard to become a more mature and trustworthy person."

Kong Xian poured the remaining malt beer in the glass into his mouth, then put the glass on the table and patted his cheeks, trying to come back to his senses from the joy brought by the god of wine.

"Well, from our conversation just now, I've heard how much effort Miss Kongxian has put into the continuation of the Langdon Abbey."

Before, Exia and Kong Xian didn't force themselves to drink, and they also talked about many interesting topics.

Orson knew that Kong Xian was a monk from the Landon Monastery. Her identity could be understood as an operator of Rhodes Island. In order to attract financial injections for the monastery, Kong Xian had been wandering outside for many years and rarely came back.

At the same time, Orson also learned the reason why the monastery was so "warmly welcoming" to Archangel. Archangel had bombed the campus 17 times when he was a student, and was called "the agent sent to the mortal world by the gods on vacation" by his classmates. In addition, Archangel had previously tried to brew wine in the Landon Monastery, but the result was that half of the warehouse took off at the speed of sound.

"Effort or something...most of the time I'm just wandering around aimlessly—but this time is different! Aneng, you did lead that nun to Lateran, right?"

"How wonderful, how wonderful—eh? Yeah, hahaha, he came with me... Puff, cough, cough, cough!"

As soon as Angelic Angel finished speaking, Orson opened her mouth and poured mineral water into it. Only then did Angelic Angel realize that she seemed to have said something wrong.

"Well, this Mr. Orson is actually the acting brother of that nun!"

After coming to his senses, the Archangel quickly pointed at Orson and told Kongxian the identities that the two had verified before.

"Eh!? Mr. Orson, you are the nun's brother? I'm so sorry—I thought you were Aneng's creditor."

After hearing Orson's identity, Kong Xian was shocked. She quickly stood up and bowed to Orson.

"In a sense, I am indeed a creditor... Anyway, please calm down, Miss Kongxian."

Orson glared at Archangel, then signaled Kongxian not to be nervous, because Orson did not have that kind of "suffocating aura of a rich man", so Kongxian was not too flustered.

"Okay... then, could you please tell me what's going on? Your sister spent 780,000 Lungmen coins in one go at the Lungmen Monastery to renovate a complete medical station. Are you and your sister entrepreneurs? Why is your sister, a nun, not on the Lateran nun's roster?"

"Uh... well, how should I put it?"

The unexpected inquiry caught Orson off guard. He quickly asked for help from the Archangel who knew Lateran better, hoping that the Archangel could help him out.

however……

"Blissful—ah, blissful—"

——This guy is pretending to be drunk again!!

Knowing the principle that 'if you do nothing, you won't go wrong', the Archangel simply pretended to be dead and kept silent this time.

"Well... actually, my sister and I... were stranded in Ursus a long time ago, so we don't have any information about Lateran. Later, when we were surviving in the North, we were adopted by a company called the Reunion Movement. The leaders of that company... took great care of us siblings and made us feel warm. So later, my sister wanted to, uh, become a nun to benefit others, and I became a member of that company's management. That's about it?"

Orson began to make up stories, then looked at Kongxian guiltily.

"It's...it's been so rough. You two, brother and sister, have been through so much, yet you still hold on to your faith...!"

——Wow, my tear point is so low!

Kong Xian just wiped away his tears on the spot. It seemed that the story he made up was not just of a good quality, but quite successful.

After that, Orson started to talk nonsense and make up stories, occasionally adding some real situations, and then he started chatting with Kongxian.

After a while——

Although Orson himself is not proficient in telepathy, and he was just there to support the situation when Tallulah was bragging, but as the saying goes, long illness makes a doctor... No, as the saying goes, one learns by watching and hearing, after staying with Black Snake Tallulah, Kelsey, Wei Yanwu and others for a long time, Orson more or less understands how to conduct these business conversations.

The results of Kong Xian's efforts for the monastery were also obvious. He clearly understood what he could provide for the Landon Monastery and what the monastery could produce for the [Integration Movement].

After briefly consulting Alina, Orson decided to do business.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Orson! With the contract signed between you and your Reunion Movement, the Landon Abbey will surely survive! Your sister is indeed a nun... no, a saint!"

Kong Xian was extremely happy to get the promise.

"Let's just forget about the Saint..."

Feeling that Kong Xian seemed to have become a little fanatical about his women's clothing, Orson complained in a low voice.

"Joan of Arc...? Is that your sister's name? I see! Your sister will definitely go through the orthodox Lateran baptism process and become a true nun, leaving her name in the Lateran! Well then, I'll contact the Mother Superior first!"

"Wait a minute... uh..."

Kong Xian left the underground wine cellar very happily, leaving Orson standing there with his hand outstretched, wanting to say something but unable to.

"Joan of Arc...Puff!"

The Archangel who was pretending to be weak woke up and repeated it with a smile.

"Who do you think it's because of?"

Orson complained loudly, and then silently made up his mind that no matter what, he absolutely, absolutely must not expose his terrible identity here.

17. To save the monastery, Orson...

"I'm back. Sorry to have kept you waiting..."

In the Landon Monastery in the Lateran territory, the heterochromic-eyed little griffin affiliated with the Landon Monastery trotted back to the two of them, apparently having just finished negotiations with the dean.

"How are you, Kong Xian? You don't look very happy. Did something unexpected happen?"

The completely sober Archangel lay on the table, putting the cheese bun into his mouth with one hand while asking Kong Xian.

"Hmm...it can't really be considered an emergency. After hearing my report, the dean didn't look very happy. Instead, he seemed to be worried about something. He even asked me to come back and wait."

Kong Xian said with a frown, the dean's reaction made her feel a little strange and vaguely uneasy.

"But... well, maybe the abbot just didn't get enough sleep! Anyway, thank you so much, Mr. Orson! You and your sister, Miss Jeanne, have helped the monastery so much."

"Joan of Arc...Puff"

Kong Xian once again thanked Orson in a serious manner, and even mentioned the 'Sister Orson' who did not exist and was named by mistake. This made the Archangel who knew the truth suddenly stunned.

"Ahahaha... not really."

"Now that the negotiation phase is over, let's move on! While it's common sense that we should have accommodations for you and Aneng, before we go back to our rooms, I actually have another place I'd like to recommend to Mr. Orson."

"Is it an armory?"

"No way! Seriously... you might as well apply for a job at the demolition team, Aneng."

Faced with the outrageous expectations of the Archangel, Kong Xian complained loudly back, then led the two out of the underground wine cellar, went to the rooftop at the top of the monastery, and followed the ladder to the outermost roof of the building.

—I feel like Miss Sora is addressing me with increasing respect... So, she really does think I'm a member of the Reunion...!

Orson's expression was one of tears, but he couldn't. As the old saying goes, a lie requires ten explanations. Orson could already sense that his fabricated story would definitely get him into trouble. Just like how Exia would be stabbed against the wall by Texas's sword rain when he returned.

"That's it—please watch your step, hehe."

Kong Xian told Orson to be careful with his steps, then he walked skillfully to the edge of the eaves and sat down.

"here it is?"

Orson followed suit and sat next to Kongxian, then asked him why he came here.

"Look this way, Mr. Orson, Aneng."

Kong Xian smiled and pointed his finger at the endless wheat fields in the distance. At the same time, the clouds that were blocking the sunset in the distance just drifted away, and the light orange setting sun sprinkled on the wheat fields, spreading out golden ripples.

Although Orson had seen this wheat field on his way to Langdon Abbey, the endless wheat field in front of him from the top floor of the abbey was another kind of shock that calmed his mind.

"It's very beautiful."

"Isn't that so? Hehe... In a sense, this place is actually my secret base. When I was little, I loved climbing here. Sometimes I would sleep in, and sometimes I would just stare blankly. Like now, watching the wheat fields swaying in the wind, I would feel incredibly happy."

Kong Xian stared at the wheat field feeling a little embarrassed, but also said happily.

"I can understand."

Orson nodded. The warm light of the setting sun and the breeze mixed with the aroma of wheat could indeed make people feel extremely comfortable and relaxed.

"As expected of Mr. Orson, you've experienced this beauty so quickly. Speaking of which... have you heard of the 'Scenery of Faith'?"

Kong Xian pushed his hair aside and asked Orson and Exia.

"A scene of faith?"

"I know. It's a concept we mentioned in religious studies. It basically means... well, how should I put it? It's the image that comes to mind when a person closes their eyes in complete relaxation. In other words, it's the image that someone holds in their mind's eye, the most beautiful and memorable moment."

Exia took over the conversation and explained the meaning of the word to Orson in a relatively easy-to-understand way.

"That's right, Aneng, although you look nonchalant, I didn't expect you to actually understand these things very well."

"Hehe, 'careless' is unnecessary! I was able to graduate from school thanks to more than just blasting!"

Exiah puffed out her chest and said this proudly, while Orson beside her wanted to complain, "Why is 'blasting' also counted as a bonus item?"

"In short, it's just as Aneng explained. For me, the scene of faith in my heart... is the wheat field I see before my eyes right now. Even if I close my eyes now, this golden color will not disappear from my sight."

Kong Xian gently closed his eyes and said.

“When I first arrived at Langdon Abbey, I was stunned by the endless wheat fields before my eyes… The golden glittering light almost occupied the entire landscape of my childhood.”

Kong Xian swung his legs over the edge and swayed back and forth, while the little griffin recounted his past in a relaxed and nostalgic tone.

"Originally, the wheat fields at Langdon Abbey weren't this large. Although this land is one of the few suitable for growing wheat, it takes a lot of effort to cultivate it to a level where it can be grown."

"At that time, after praying, the nuns would pick up farm tools and cultivate the land bit by bit. I often came to help. Watching the wheat fields spread bit by bit to the horizon, I felt such pure satisfaction and happiness for the first time."

"I grew up with this wheat field. It's like a beacon to me. No matter where I go, I can always find my home by following the phosphorescence and fragrance of the wheat ears—hug! Sorry! I accidentally said too much...!"

Kong Xian suddenly came to her senses and opened her eyes. She realized that she had been talking to herself since the beginning.

"No, hearing this kind of story in this kind of scenery is actually much more convincing than you might think."

"Mr. Orson..."

Not only was he not confused by his sudden soliloquy, but he also used highly emotionally intelligent words to help himself resolve the awkwardness... Are all successful people so relaxed and handsome?

Kong Xian looked at Orson with gratitude, while his mind was spinning wildly in his mind.

People always evaluate and compare each other through filters, but for Kongxian, Orson, who fell from the sky, had a difficult childhood but still believed in light, was the CEO of a multinational security company, lent a helping hand to a precarious monastery, was humble and cute - has been covered with a very thick layer of "admiration filter" by Kongxian.

"If possible, please let me be the designated liaison between Langdon Abbey and Reunion Movement, Mr. Orson!"

"Eh?"

Looking at the little griffin who suddenly came up to him and said with a serious expression that he wanted to work for the Reunion Movement, Orson was completely confused about what was going on.

"No... well, well, well, let's talk about all this after the contract is signed. Compared to that—what will the scenery be like for Aneng and Mr. Orson? If you don't mind, please feel it. Just calm your heart, close your eyes, and slowly immerse yourself in it."

Kong Xian seemed to realize how ridiculous it was to "suddenly submit a resume to the other party's boss while on business." She quickly waved her hand to indicate that she didn't care and shifted the topic to the two of them.

"For me, it's probably the apple tree, right? When I was little, my sister and I would often sit on the apple tree in front of our house, looking at the church bell tower in the distance. That was a time I will never forget."

Exiah smiled and gave her answer, then Exiah and Kongxian looked at Orson together.

"Um……"

Orson closed his eyes, and all he saw was a pale yellow flickering flame.

The surroundings were filled with a bone-chillingly cold blue-white color, and through the faint light of the fire, Orson noticed that this was a somewhat dilapidated wooden house.

The stove covered with traces of smoke, the hand-reinforced tables and chairs, the glass covered with cloth tape, the wind and snow outside the window, and—

"Orson, today I'm going to tell you the story of the first time I saw that green lynx in Victoria! To be honest, I was also shocked when we first met! Why is this guy so foul-mouthed? - and so on, hahahaha!"