Stan hesitated for a while, and then he couldn't help but ask Betty, "Is the manager okay?"
Betty nodded blankly. The manager looked fine, but the expression on his face was weird. If one didn't know better, they would think that Chen Ze had won the lottery.
Stan looked at the Buffy in front of him with a complicated expression. How should he put it? Chen Ze's Buffy was different from the other Buffy.
If it was the previous Buffy, it would be just one Buffy. At most, there would be some Oreos, but it would be white and black. There would also be some fruit, such as strawberries and cherries.
Sometimes, Chen Ze would add some weird things, such as durians.
But overall, it was still a very normal Buffy. Normal people could tell at a glance that it was a Buffy, and not something weird.
But this Buffy was different. This Buffy was three times the size of a normal Buffy. The cup was big and tall, and there was enough of it. It made Stan wonder if he had offended the abbot … Ah no, offended the manager.
Then the manager decided to stuff himself to death. After all, he had just noticed that Chen Ze was still making Buffy, which meant that there were nineteen more of the same.
If it was just the amount, it would be fine. But Stan couldn't tell that this was a Buffy. The weird color and the piles of fruit, although they looked neat, didn't feel right.
Stan hesitated, then picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and put it into his mouth.
It was different from what he expected. This Buffy still tasted like a Buffy, but it was sweeter, and the fruit flavor was thicker. It also had the texture of Oreos.
"Betty, come in and get the Buffy." Chen Ze called Betty back into the room. Stan looked at the Buffy in front of him and felt a little depressed. It looked like it would be impossible for him to finish it quickly and go back to training.
Why do people always want to stop me from cultivating? Then Stan closed his eyes in enjoyment. This Buffy was delicious.
The Pope of the Church of Light looked at the middle-aged man in front of him seriously. He was the engineering expert who had just been surrounded by the Church of Light, Einstein Stan Newton Tesla.
"Do you know what you've done? A heretic? "A cardinal stepped forward, the scepter in his hand shining brightly.
Tesla scratched his ear with his little finger and took out a piece of earwax. "Say that again?"
The veins on the Arch-Cardinal's forehead protruded. This darn heretic should have been handed over to the Heresy Tribunal, allowing the flames to purify his sins!
"I'll talk! Do you know what you've done … "The Arch-Cardinal repeated angrily.
"I know what I did." Tesla interrupted the Cardinal and turned around, intending to return to his research institute.
"Enough! You heretic! You're looking down on God! "The captain of the Church's Knights stepped forward and pulled out his long sword.
The Pope frowned. He seemed to have seen disdain in the eyes of this master engineer.
This was not normal. Even the leader of the dwarfs' engineering field had to be respectful to God.
The Pope's heart sank. It seemed that this matter was not as simple as it seemed. As long as Tesla had a brain, he would not have shown such an attitude in front of God's servant.
Either he had a backer, or he was a non-believer. The biggest possibility was that he had extremely powerful abilities, which gave him the confidence to resist the Church.
No matter what it was, it was not a good thing for the Church.
"Do you know? I've developed a new weapon. "Tesla suddenly changed the topic and took out a dagger from his bosom.
The captain of the Church's Knights immediately stood in front of Tesla and looked at him vigilantly, his combat power surging.
"Those assassins and thieves always make it bloody every time they kill someone. They don't care about the feelings of the dead!" Looking at Tesla, who seemed a little crazy, the Pope was a little confused.
Was he a lunatic? Assassins only needed to complete their mission. Was it possible for them to wipe away the blood and tidy up the remains after killing you?
They would probably be killed by others in the next second. Such an assassin who had lost his mind would not live for long.
"Then I invented this thing! The Dagger of Remains! As long as you're killed by this dagger, you'll get the perfect remains. Then the dead won't have to worry anymore! " Tesla waved the dagger excitedly. In the next moment, the knight in front of him fell to the ground without anyone seeing him move.
The Pope lowered his head and took a look. The captain of the Church's Knights was like an artist's painting, sacred and majestic. People could not help but worship him.
"Captain William!!" A knight quickly rushed to the captain's side, but it was too late.
"Hahaha, this is my invention! And this! "Tesla took out another mirror.
"You bastard!" The vice-captain pulled out his long sword, gathered his combat power, and slashed at Tesla.
But in the next second, he stopped. In front of him was a mirror, a very ordinary mirror.
The reflection in the mirror smiled and waved at him. In the next second, the vice-captain realized that he had switched places with the reflection.
Then, the mirror image rushed over and waved its fist. "Eula, eula, eula, eula!"
The mirror shattered on the ground, and the vice captain of the mirror image stood behind Tesla.
"As you can see, there are always some problems with inventions." Tesla shrugged and looked at the mirror regretfully. This was his invention.
Tesla laughed maniacally. Then, he took out a bouquet of flowers and looked at the church members around him.
The surrounding members of the church subconsciously took a step back under his gaze.
"It seems that your identity is not as simple as it seems. A heretic, or perhaps an evil god." The Pope stepped forward and smiled calmly. The Thorny Crown on his head flickered slightly.
"You can tell?" Tesla regained his calmness, as if the madness just now was all an illusion.
"This is beyond the scope of engineering and alchemy. This is your evil power!" As the Pope approached step by step, the deputy commander behind Tesla shrieked miserably. Wisps of black smoke rose from his body.
Tesla looked at the Pope expressionlessly and did not do anything.
"God says, those who enter my eyes are my believers. Those who do not believe are lambs." The Thorny Crown on the Pope's head shone brighter.
Tesla pointed the flowers in his hand at the Pope. "Surprise! F * ck you! "
Another mushroom cloud appeared. Today was another day of nuclear war.
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