After slowly sprinkling the carefully selected sea salt on top of the freshly fried meat, Bucky picked up the plate and placed it in front of him, taking a deep breath and enjoying the aroma of the cooked meat.

There's nothing more satisfying than a special cutlet for breakfast in the morning.

Meat is justice!

But just as Bucky was about to start, the video call behind him suddenly rang.

Monsier Besson, who was not only the 'high priest' (self-proclaimed' of the Cult of God', but also the archsteward of the estate, called and said that Monsieur Saint-Fran had come to visit.

This suddenly cleared Bucky's good mood at once. Because it reminded him of the horrible memories of being naked on the rooftop—yes, the same thing that happened last night.

In the end, Bucky still didn't buy the answer from the club pad.

It's not because he really can't bear the belief of 100,000 units, but because the faith he currently has is only in his early 30,000s.

Why?

Of course, it was because of the fact that he had bought a full refrigerated warehouse of special meat early on - the 'Messenger of the Gods' loved meat and could not do without meat for five meals a day, which was something that almost everyone in the manor knew.

And the cold storage used to store the rations of the 'messenger of the gods' is guarded 24 hours a day.

At present, due to the large number of purchases, Bucky does not have many faith units on hand, and he is really powerless to answer the question that requires 100,000 units to buy.

However, Brother Ming is obviously not the one who let himself be inexplicably unconscious on the rooftop, otherwise, where do you need the answer of the 100,000 units in the back?

"It's so unpleasant...... Bucky frowned, and after thinking for a while, he directly ordered: "Besson, you let him wait for me in the living room for a while." ”

......

By the time the 'Messenger of God' appeared before Monsieur Saint-Franco, it had been exactly two years since Monsieur Saint-Franco's visit to the manor.

"I'm sorry, but I'm used to waking up in the morning and praying to my God. Bucky appeared in front of the person with a smile and said humbly, "It's really a shame to keep Monsieur Saint-Franc waiting." ”

"Perhaps it is because of your devotion to you, Messenger, that you are able to become the one who receives the oracle. Monsieur Saint-Fran smiled at this time, and spoke with just the right compliment.

"I wonder why Monsieur Saint-Franc came to me early?" asked Bucky nonchalantly, glancing at Miss Cosney, who had come with him.

Monsieur Saint-Fran suddenly said, "Messenger, can I speak to you alone about the events of last night?"

Bucky hesitated, but Mr. Besson said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Saint-Franco, you are not yet a believer in my church and cannot meet the messenger alone. ”

Obviously, he didn't expect Monsieur Besson to suddenly interject like this, and Monsieur Saint-Fran frowned at this time, but when he saw that Mr. Besson's eyes were impartial, neither humble nor arrogant, he was stunned to make Mr. Saint-Fran look a little dazed.

"It's okay, Besson. But Bucky then ordered, "I also happen to have something to discuss with Monsieur Saint-Franc alone, so you all go out first." ”

"All right!" said Mr. Besson, without saying a word, and at the same time walked up to Miss Cosney, and made a gesture of please—it seemed that Mr. Besson had really carried out the messenger's orders meticulously, and there was no room for turn.

Soon, only Bucky and Monsieur Saint-Franc were left in the hallroom.

Bucky suddenly smiled, then pointed to the sofa next to him and said, "Let's not stand either, let's go and sit." ”

Monsieur Saint-Franc nodded, and had no opinion, but he looked cautiously at the sofa area—in fact, he had been so cautious since he had entered, that he had not even taken a sip of the water brought by the servant.

Because since it is already known that this messenger is a master of hypnotism, then any kind of furnishings in this living room may become a prop for hypnosis, or it will bring psychological hints.

But nothing here seems to have reached that effect...... For example, there are no floors of alternating tones, no repetitive ringing bells, no paintings that allow for a deceptive perspective – there are not even any murals here.

As for the smell...... Monsieur Saint-Franc was a man who was very sensitive to smells, and had also been trained in a variety of scent discrimination – which did not seem to exist.

Then, maybe the only thing left is language, as long as you keep your head clear......

Monsieur Saint-Franc smiled slightly, and then sat down, but he himself did not know that the moment he sat down, his eyes had become completely hollow, and his mind was also stuck at this moment.

Bucky, on the other hand, yawned and sat down lazily in front of Monsieur Saint-Fur - the moment Mr. Saint-Franc walked to the sofa area, Bucky had already thrown a charm at Monsieur Saint-Franc without saying a word.

Convenient and hassle-free.

"Slap yourself in the face. Bucky said coldly.

Mr. Saint-Franc's eyes were glazed, but his palm was suddenly raised, and then he struck at himself fiercely—but at the moment when he was about to hit, Bucky suddenly shouted to stop.

The palm of the hand was less than half a centimeter away from Monsieur Saint-Franco's cheek, which was dangerous.

Bucky nodded in satisfaction - only those who have been seducerized can have this kind of reaction. Because the subject of the charm spell will only act directly at the command, without thinking through the thinking of his own brain, it is precisely because it is similar to an unconditional launch that it can stop in such a timely manner.

As for why he stopped...... Of course, it is so that after Brother Ming wakes up, he will not suspect anything because he feels the pain in his cheeks.

Bucky has been dealing with Brother Ming for some years, and he is very aware of Brother Ming's seemingly frivolous but cautious personality.

"Now let's talk about serious things, Brother Ming. Bucky smiled and said, "How the hell did I leave last night, do you know?"

Monsieur Saint-Franc said without emotion: "I don't know. According to Kosini, the messenger had disappeared since she woke up. ”

Bucky was stunned for a moment, then frowned - it was not Brother Ming's handiwork, and this could now be completely confirmed...... But it's also getting more confusing.

Do you have to wait until you have earned enough 100,000 units of faith to know the answer?

But how much meat can be bought for 100,000 units of faith......

Bucky sighed, and then asked directly, "Brother Ming, how did you become Mr. Saint-Franco...... What the hell are you doing now? Also, I heard that you want to be president?"

Thus, Monsieur Saint-Fran told the story of how he had gone from being one of the backbone of the Imperial Capital Headquarters to a great philanthropist.

It turned out that as early as when the Imperial Capital Command was working with Bucky, Brother Ming had already planned to clear his name, so he had been doing something secretly as Mr. Saint-Franc - until Brother Ming was arrested and put in prison, Mr. Saint-Franc's activity gradually became more and more.

As for the question of why Mingo was able to play the identity of Monsieur Saint-Franc so happily in prison, Bucky had no interest in knowing at all - you know, when he was in prison, he didn't live a comfortable life?

"I do want to be president......"

"Smart people should wait for the high ground. ”

"If I can use the messenger and his network, it will help me to run for election, and that's what I'm here for today. ”

"Kosini is indeed my adopted daughter, but I have never touched her. She's addicted to drugs though, so I don't worry about her betraying me. ”

"When I become president, what I want to do is ......"

As Monsieur Saint-Franc answered the question, Bucky suddenly saw some struggle on his face.

"What I want to do is...... Be...... It's ......"

The expression on Mr. Saint-Franc's face became more and more intense, which made Bucky frown.

Because this charm has already been explained when I bought it. That is, if you meet a person who is particularly strong-willed, and when you touch the bottom line of this kind of person's heart, it may fail.

"Stop, I'm not interested in knowing what you're going to do when you become president. Bucky said hurriedly at this time.

Monsieur Saint-Franco's expression gradually became flat.

Bucky, on the other hand, pondered something, and glanced at Monsieur Saint-Franc from time to time - eventually, Bucky made a decision.

......

The envoy and Monsieur Saint-Fran talked in the parlor for a full hour and a half, and at last they walked out hand in hand.

Even more so before he left, the smile on his face never disappeared.

Bucky was watching Monsieur Saint-Fran and Miss Cosney's car slowly move out of the manor at this time, and he was also smiling - Brother Ming didn't realize that he had confessed many things, and when he came to his senses, he came to an exchange with Bucky as originally planned, wanting to work together.

Bucky answered without saying a word, which seemed to be expected by Monsieur Saint-Franco......

"Hmm...... Although Brother Ming is sober, if I don't lift the charm technique on his body, it is like a bomb buried in his body. Hehe, he can't escape my control. Bucky thought to himself at this moment, since this is the case, there is no problem in helping Brother Ming to the throne of the country.

I'm really witty!

But at this moment, I saw Mr. Besson running in in a panic, panting and saying, "Messenger! Another 'messenger of the gods' has come to you!"

"Oh, another 'messenger of the gods' has come for me? well, got it, let's go to the reception room...... What do you say??"

"Another, another 'messenger of the gods'!" said Mr. Besson, with a look of excitement, "really! I have already seen her miraculous powers!

......

......

In the premises of the pharmaceutical company's special research team, Mr. Blind is reading the last observation report of the living zombie Natasha, because in a few hours, he will rush to the airport, where he will meet the Song family and return to Huaguo.

In the office, there is also a deputy leader of the research team, named Harumaka Ohki, who is in his early thirties and is of Japanese descent.

This person is very good, and in his spare time, Mr. Blind will also point out some pharmacological knowledge of Harumaka Ohki. And Oki Harumaka also lived up to expectations, and many of the special medicines currently used in Songjia Village were developed by Oki Harumaka himself.

“...... Sir, the decay of this zombie has reached 30 percent, and this level of decay is probably irreversible. Oki Harumaka frowned at this time and said, "We have tried various methods, but none of them worked. In addition, we extracted the cells of the living zombie and conducted various tests, but only the inner fluid was left in the zombie cells, and the rest of the components were dissolved in the inner fluid. It doesn't even have neural activity...... We really don't understand how it is based on to be able to move, and it has a strong inclination for fresh flesh. ”

"If it's easy to figure out, it's clear that this kind of thing won't become mysterious. Mr. Blind said indifferently at this time, and at the same time slowly closed the Braille report in hand, "That's it, soak it in the liquid nitrogen tank first, and save it first." I'm going to be away for a while. I'll start working on living zombies when I get back. ”

"Okay. Haruma Oki nodded.

At this time, Song Da walked in from outside—as usual, Song Da took a look at the living zombie Natasha by himself.

"Blind man, the car is ready, and the Humble House is ready, and it's almost time to go. ”

"Got it. Mr. Blind nodded, then looked at Harumaka Ohgi, "Do what I say." ”

"Yes!"

......

Red blood slowly flowed out from Song Haoran's wrist.

It's not like Song Haoran said, when he doesn't come during this time, someone will send blood to Golia-so during this time, Golia's hunger can be said to be very light.

When Song Haoran arrived, Goliath had collapsed weakly on the bed, a bit like an anorexic patient, as if she had lost a lot of weight.

Song Haoran didn't say anything, just walked in front of her, cut his wrist open, and let the blood fall from the first few drops, to the later Liancheng to a thin line, and poured into Golia's mouth.

"Don't worry, someone will really bring you food for the next period of time. ”

Goliath regained some of her spirits, but she didn't pay attention to Song Haoran's words - during this time, she almost tortured this man to the point of collapse, not only telling the things about the vampire world, but even some things she didn't want to tell, but also telling her about defeat in the confrontation between reason and bloodsucking instinct.

"Miss Goliath, do you want to consider using my power as a human being?" Before leaving, Song Haoran suddenly chuckled, reached out and picked up Golia's chin, and whispered.

Goliath looked at Song Haoran in surprise, he didn't know where this man's confidence came from - with the help of his strength?

"With you?" This is the first sentence she said since Song Haoran arrived today.

"Anyway, in your mother's situation, no matter how hard you try, there is no way to save your mother, who suffered in your place, at most it will only reduce her sentence. ”

Song Haoran shrugged and said, "But there is such a thing as a verdict, sometimes there is no need for a real crime at all. Since the punishment is in the hands of those in power, if you can resist, you will not be so afraid that you will make a mistake, and your mother's sentence will be extended as a result...... Right?"

Goliath bit her lip desperately.

"Think about it. Song Haoran suddenly smiled softly and patted Golia's head: "I hope that when I come back, I can hear a very good answer." ”

The door that had kept Goliath behind closed slowly, and the cell was dead and dark.

......

......

"Young Master Qiu, the car is ready. ”

The voice of the servant came from outside the door.

Not long after, Luo Qiu walked out of the room, holding a stack of more than a dozen thread-bound books in his hand, "Excuse me, can you put them back in Master Song's study? ”

"Young Master Qiu, just say it, you don't need to be so careful!" The maid was suddenly shocked, and hurriedly picked up the stack of books from Luo Qiu's hand, and at the same time instructed another servant who came with him, "Why don't you hurry up and carry the luggage for Young Master Qiu!"

"No, I'll just take it myself, there's not much. Luo Qiu just smiled slightly.

Indeed, when he arrived, he did not have much luggage, only a very small suitcase, and now he is gone, and it is still this very small suitcase.

He then told the servant to go about himself, saying that he still remembered how to get out.

It's a nice place – and that's what Locho thinks.

At this time, in the corridor, a woman with long black hair walked slowly, also carrying a simple suitcase in her hand, and stopped in place after seeing Luo Qiu coming.

It's Song Ying.

She didn't know when she dyed her bright pinkish-purple hair back to black, and then simply tied a ponytail.

"What are you doing in a daze, I'm waiting for you!" Song Ying shouted from afar.

Luo Qiu dragged his suitcase and walked a few steps quickly and glanced at Song Ying.

"What?" Song Ying's eyes widened.

Luo Qiu said: "It's a bit of a surprise. ”

Song Ying rolled her eyes and said, "Isn't this a matter of course? After all, if you want to go back to the ancestral tomb to worship your ancestors, you naturally have to be more solemn!"

"That's right. Luo Qiu smiled and nodded, "Then let's go, it's really not good to keep them waiting for a long time." ”

"Black... Isn't black good-looking......" Song Ying turned her face sideways, and her fingers didn't know when she rolled up her bangs, squeaking.

"It's pretty good. ”

"Thank you. Song Ying smiled.

Let's end this part of the South American tour with this smile, Luo Qiu thinks it's good.