Chapter 145
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"A greedy heart is really scary." Following an unfamiliar voice, everything twisted together and dissipated into the air.
The cold cell, the grass bed that was not so stinging, and the masked man leaning against the wall and looking at the moonlight outside the bars.
Reinhardt looked at his hands in horror. Just a moment ago, he was still in a toilet bowl and could even smell the stench of the toilet bowl.
"This …" Reinhardt looked around. He was still in the cell and not in the dirty toilet bowl.
"This is your fate. I just let you see it in advance." The masked man lowered his head and looked at Reinhardt who was lying on the grass bed.
"In half a natural hour, that greedy servant will come and stuff you into the toilet bowl to exchange for gold coins." The masked man's eyes were filled with mockery.
"I …" Reinhardt wanted to argue. Even if the masked man did not exist, he would still fight back.
"Really?" The masked man rubbed his hands and a small white flower appeared in his hand.
"…" Reinhardt fell silent. He did not resist the masked man's revelation of his fate. He did not even make a sound.
"Death is not scary … What is scary is the process of waiting for death." The masked man looked at the small white flower in his hand. The flower began to wither and wither.
"I am fate. Do you want to live again, poor man?" Fate looked at Reinhardt like a lion staring at a rabbit that had intruded into its territory.
"I am a knight! At least I was … "Reinhardt lowered his head. Perhaps his path as a knight had been ruined the moment he swallowed the humiliation.
No matter how dignified the reason was, it could not wash away his sins.
Reinhardt's hands trembled. He seemed to have returned to the past. His daughter's cold body was lying in his arms. Her body was covered with scars and traces of being abused.
Perhaps this was the reason why he had been helping the poor. He was just looking for a reason to comfort his sinful heart.
"I want to live. I want to live to wash away my sins." Reinhardt raised his head and looked into Fate's eyes.
"Even if you have to betray your God?" The eyes under the mask had a hint of playfulness.
There was a moment of silence.
"Yes, I want to fight for all the unfairness. I want to fight for all the people who were bullied by the nobles. I want to be the shield that protects the weak!" Reinhardt clenched his fists so hard that his nails pierced his palms and blood flowed out slowly.
"Very well. Look into my eyes and see your destiny clearly. Shout out his name, mortal." Destiny slowly took off his mask.
What a terrible face it was! There were countless black vortexes on the human faces, and strange human faces were howling as they sank into them.
Even if it was just a glance, it was enough to make the cowardly tremble and the fearless slow down their breathing.
Profound knowledge surged into Reinhardt's body and soul, allowing him to see the figure of Him.
The blind, foolish figure and the gaze that was hidden deep in the abyss made Reinhardt tremble uncontrollably.
After a sharp pain that almost made him pass out, Reinhardt opened his eyes. It was still the cold cell, and Fate was nowhere to be found.
Reinhardt looked at his hands and touched his face. He did not experience any abnormalities like Fate did.
The biggest difference was that his old body was once again filled with power, a power that made even him tremble.
"Your believers are here to praise Your name! God of Chaos! "
Chen Ze looked at the fridge. There was still a lot of pork that he used to make braised pork.
Chen Ze suddenly remembered a dish that he liked very much. It was simple to make, but it was very appetizing.
Chen Ze could not help but wipe his saliva. He felt a little hungry.
Barbecued pork belly was a very simple but delicious dish. After a simple pickling, the pork belly was placed on the grill and roasted until both sides were golden brown. It was ready to be eaten.
But if that was all, it was not enough to make Chen Ze yearn for it. Chen Ze found a dark brown bottle in his bedroom and poured out the sauce inside.
Then, he chopped some millet chili and other ingredients and mixed them together.
Betty, who had already smelled the aroma, went into the kitchen and looked at Chen Ze eagerly. "Manager, what's this?"
"Pickled vegetable paste." Chen Ze put the prepared dipping sauce on the table.
In Hua Xia's gourmet country, sauces also occupied a place.
Northeastern sauces, sesame sauces, peanut sauces, broad bean sauces, and so on could easily determine the final quality and taste of a dish.
Some fastidious foodies even had strict requirements for the brand of sauces and the place where they were produced.
For Chen Ze, the barbecued pork belly must be accompanied by pickled vegetable paste.
Just the pickle paste alone could only be said to be very sour, but when combined with other ingredients, it formed a sour and spicy taste.
When combined with the oily pork belly, it could offset the oily taste of the pork belly, making people want to eat more and more. They could indulge in the delicious taste of the pork belly to their hearts' content.
"Wow! Delicious!" Betty swallowed the pork belly happily and then quickly ate two mouthfuls of rice.
Chen Ze also picked up a piece of hot pork belly with a satisfied expression, dipped it in the pickled vegetable paste, and ate it slowly.
It could be said to be very comfortable when paired with the iced Coke.
"Manager, I want to ask you a question." Betty ate another piece of pork belly.
"What?" Chen Ze licked his lips.
"You've played the love game before, right?"
"Yes." Chen Ze picked up the cup and drank a mouthful.
"Then, if there's a girl who often blushes because of the male lead, and then gives him precious gifts, why do you think she cares about the male lead a lot?" Betty kicked a good ball.
"Do you still need to ask? Basically, the strategy has been completed, and the affection has reached the level where they can get married." Chen Ze was very confident. If it was some game, it could even unlock some unique cinematics.
"Manager …" Betty patted Chen Ze's shoulder.
Chen Ze turned his head and looked at the handprint on his shoulder. Betty's hand was wet. Chen Ze deeply suspected that this girl deliberately used his clothes to wipe her hand.
"Why are you so good at games, but when you put it in real life, you're like a fool?" Betty shook her head and clicked her tongue.
"What's wrong with me?" Chen Ze was very confused.
"Nothing. There's a reason for being single. You can't blame others. Just be a single dog for the rest of your life."
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