Isabella was overthinking things.
The interlude during lunch was just a casual question from Chung Shen-soo.
When it was over, he did not return to his bedroom to catch up on sleep. Instead, he went to the study.
On the bright and beautiful mahogany bookshelf, there were a few scattered books. They looked a little thin.
In the Mesopotamian Federation, knowledge was expensive. The literacy rate among the poor had never exceeded 5%. Many people only knew how to write their own names. Therefore, they often fell into all kinds of scams and were treated as innocent scapegoats.
After all, it was too difficult to let people who could not even understand the contract understand the traps in it.
Chung Shen-soo leaned back on the soft chair and casually took out a book called "Religion Overview".
This brown hardcover book recorded the more widespread religions in the Mesopotamian Federation and several large colonies. It was the most comprehensive book that he had gotten his hands on.
Of course, most of them were very orthodox churches.
He casually flipped to a page. "… The Church of the Si Sui believes in a god who controls time. They believe that the god is called 'Si Sui'. His existence is the definition of time … Before the god appeared, there was almost no stable concept of time in the world. Therefore, to a certain extent, the Si Sui is time itself.
"The believers of the Si Sui scrupulously adhere to the concept of time. To them, lateness and delays are extremely unbearable … They like to hold large-scale prayer ceremonies at the beginning and end of each month. However, this god, the Si Sui, has never given any miracles … The priests claim that the Si Sui is the most ancient god. His definition of time is his greatest miracle …
"Other than the Church of the Si Sui, the Church of the God of Seven Disasters is also an orthodox religion recognized by the Federation. It preaches the concept of suffering, believing that humans are born to suffer. Only by doing so can they wash away their sins. The priests often choose to self-flagellate during celebrations to pray for salvation … There are also some priests with extreme beliefs who choose to flagellate others. Without a doubt, the latter is suspected of violating the Federation's laws …
…
"In the Western Colony, the natives have a very unique natural belief and totemic worship. There's a religion called 'Voodoo' that is widespread in the Western Colony. It has even been discovered in the colonies of other continents … As for how these ignorant natives of different continents who have completely different regions, customs, and languages, and can't even go to sea, they share a common belief is a difficult question for the religious world to understand …"
"Among the primitive tribes, there are as many different objects of worship as there are stars in the sky. There are as many as 92 kinds of primitive worship found on the Red Line alone …"
…
"The Sirians … worship voodoo?"
"Hmm, as the natives of the colony, they may be ignorant, but there might be some mystical inheritances …"
"The Nuoding Hill Clan should know something about this, right?"
Thinking of this family, a cold smile appeared on Zhong Shenxiu's face.
Although after the previous threat, both sides seemed to be minding their own business, but he knew that the other party had been planning revenge.
It was just that he didn't have the confidence to take him down, so he was enduring silently.
If something were to happen to him, his flourishing career and this beautiful family would collapse like a castle on a sand dune.
"I wonder if the other party can rope in people from the mystical side … This might be an opportunity."
Chung Shen-soo thought to himself.
He only wanted to slowly infiltrate the mystical side of this world. He didn't want to expose himself to the attention of too powerful people right from the start.
For example, the Special Affairs Bureau!
In such a large organization of the Federation, there would definitely be extremely powerful Beyonders, and the methods they could use would be beyond his imagination.
Who knew, he might even discover some of Li Wei's secrets!
And those Beyonders that could be hired by a gang probably wouldn't be that powerful. He could easily take care of them and open the door to a whole new world.
After thinking about these things, Chung Shen-soo put the book back on the shelf and returned to his bedroom to rest.
When night fell, he accompanied his family to enjoy a sumptuous dinner. Then, under Scarface's protection, he went to the Whisperer Bar.
Today's bar was livelier than usual, and there were more well-dressed men.
Chung Shen-soo wore a white shirt and a black vest, looking at the people in the bar with interest.
Suddenly, under the gaze of the men, Julie came to the Whisperer Bar once again.
"Welcome, beautiful lady. The entire bar is lit up because of your arrival!"
Chung Shen-soo smiled.
"What's your recommendation today?"
Julie asked casually as she took off her black gloves and placed them on the bar counter.
It seemed that she really liked the cocktails here.
"Pink Beauty!"
Chung Shen-soo added egg white and pomegranate syrup into the mixer, then added milk and cream, creating a beautiful and dreamy pink cocktail.
"It's also one of the twelve constellations, representing romantic love!"
"Twelve constellations?"
Julie smiled and gently took a sip of her cocktail. "Unfortunately … I'm already past the age where I believe in love. Why don't you tell me more about the horoscopes?"
"Haha, it's my personal name, representing twelve different cocktails."
Chung Shen-soo wiped his palms with a handkerchief and replied with a smile.
"Then can I order one of each?" Julie asked with interest as she rested her chin on her white right hand.
"No, I randomly mix them every day …"
Chung Shen-soo shook his head with a smile. "Looking forward to new surprises every day is the secret to keeping the mind young."
"You're really interesting …"
Julie laughed heartily. Her bright and beautiful expression immediately attracted the gazes of even more men present.
A drunk man seemed to have made up his mind. With a glass of beer in his hand, he rudely squeezed over and said, "Pretty … pretty girl, let's have a drink together … burp … maybe we can talk about the price … burp …"
"Sir … forget it, I'm too lazy to be polite."
Chung Shen-soo frowned and said helplessly.
There were people like this in every bar, and he had seen many of them.
At this moment, he couldn't help but snap his fingers.
Pa!
Two bodyguards suddenly appeared, one on the left and one on the right, and directly threw the drunkard out.
A few guys who seemed to be the drunkard's companions felt hot blood rush to their heads, and they were about to curse and smash people with beer bottles.
Immediately, they saw the bartender pull out a typewriter from under the bar.
The bar suddenly became quiet, and everyone was dumbfounded.
Only then did someone vaguely recall that the previous boss of this bar was easily defeated by a young man with a typewriter.
"We welcome every guest, but that doesn't mean we have to tolerate our guests' rudeness!"
Chung Shen-soo pointed the gun at those people. "Scar Face, ask these guests to leave, and remember to pay for the drinks first."
"Yes, boss!"
Scar Face, who rushed in, looked at those people with a fierce expression on his face.
"You've surprised me again."
Julie's mouth held a trace of a smile, as if she was watching a play, and at the end made a comment. "Are you the boss here?"
"Yes, after all, there is no rule that a boss can't be a part-time bartender …"
Chung Shen-soo put away the typewriter and shrugged his shoulders.
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