Chapter 221
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"As you can see, customer, we … don't only have customers from one world," Zhou Ze said with a smile. Chen Ze said with a grin. He felt that Fei Shu had come at the perfect time. Otherwise, Chen Ze would have been mistaken for a gangster.
"Eh?" Xiaozhi looked at Flying Squirrel in surprise. Shouldn't such skeletons only exist in the Bravery Trials? He didn't expect them to exist.
"Flying Squirrel San, would you like something to eat?" Chen Ze smiled at Flying Squirrel.
Flying Squirrel glanced at Pikachu. This little rat could actually hurt him. That was too amazing.
If Chen Ze knew about this, he would definitely say that Flying Squirrel was overreacting. After all, in the Pokémon world, as long as an attack landed, unless it was ineffective, even a Level 1 attack would be able to injure a max level Pokémon.
Forced HP loss was just that ruthless. However, Pikachu couldn't keep up with Flying Squirrel's HP recovery speed.
"Give me the same as last time." Flying Squirrel didn't mind and sat in his usual seat.
"Okay, please wait a moment." Chen Ze nodded and looked at Xiaozhi.
"That … I didn't bring anything …" Xiaozhi was a little embarrassed. Judging from Flying Squirrel's appearance, he knew that Chen Ze hadn't lied to him.
Moreover, since he could connect to other worlds, the money in his world was indeed useless to Chen Ze.
"It's okay. You can come again next time." Chen Ze wasn't in a hurry to rush Xiaozhi. After all, Chen Ze still trusted Xiaozhi's character.
"Thank you. I'll definitely get it together as soon as possible." Xiaozhi immediately nodded and left with Pikachu.
"Store Manager, who's that young man?" Flying Squirrel looked at Xiaozhi's back with concern.
"Oh, that's Xiaozhi. He's carrying Pikachu. Don't you know?" Chen Ze was a little surprised. He originally thought that Flying Squirrel knew about Pokémon.
Could it be that the Pokémon series no longer existed in Feishu's world?
"I don't know." Flying Squirrel shook his head.
Chen Ze returned to the kitchen thoughtfully and began preparing chestnut rice and miso soup for Feishu.
It was just a plate of chestnut rice. Chen Ze was confident that he could finish it within ten minutes. However, he still had to wait for the chestnuts to be steamed first.
On the other side, the Pope wiped the dust off his head. He really did not expect that such a small bouquet of flowers would contain such explosive energy.
More importantly, he did not sense any unusual fluctuations from the bouquet of flowers from Tesla's attack to the explosion.
There was no magic energy, no sound of gears, and no smell of alchemy. What was going on?
For the first time, the Pope felt a tinge of fear. The unknown was always scary.
The Pope looked around him. If he hadn't activated the Divine Artifact's magic array in time, half of the people he brought with him would've been caught off guard.
"What is this? Heathen. " The Pope looked at Tesla cautiously. Although the flower was a little strange, it did not touch his psychological bottom line, so the Pope was still relatively calm.
Tesla looked at the Pope calmly. Then, he took out a book and threw it to the Pope.
The Pope caught it and glanced at it. There were strange words. He had never seen such words. What was this?
Tesla saw the doubt in the Pope's eyes. He explained, "This is' Elementary Physics'. In fact, if you want to make this thing of mine, you need more books, such as' Relativity '…" Tesla seemed to be interested in it all of a sudden. He introduced it without stopping.
"All of you, leave." The Pope waved his hand. The red-robed Cardinal and the regiment commander nodded immediately and left.
"Why should we retreat?" A knight asked his partner in a low voice.
"Because His Holiness doesn't want to be dragged down by us." His companion said with a righteous look. He had seen the explosion just now. If it wasn't for His Holiness, he would've been able to send a pension to his wife.
Ah, he really missed his wife. He had not returned for three years. He heard that his wife had given birth to a son for him. It must be a blessing from the God of Light.
"Why do I feel that the Pope wants to say something?" The young knight touched his nose. He had a feeling that there was a deal behind it.
"Your Excellency, are you willing to join the Church of Light?" The Pope looked around and asked immediately.
"Didn't you just call me a heathen?" Tesla smiled playfully.
"What heathen? I only saw a master who was obsessed with engineering. If you're willing to join the church, we'll provide you with the materials you need. Of course, you'll also have to give us the results of your research. "The Pope laughed and patted Tesla's shoulder.
"What if I say no?" Tesla turned his head and looked at his shoulder. There was a dangerous energy surging in the Pope's hand.
"Then, I'll have to carry out the teachings of my Lord and get rid of a heathen like you." The Pope's face darkened instantly. The dangerous aura around him grew stronger.
"Don't think that you can do anything to me with this little toy. You know nothing about the church and my power, mortal." The Pope looked at Tesla playfully. That thing just now did not pose a threat to him.
"Mortal? Power? Hahahahahaha! "Tesla suddenly held his stomach and laughed. This was the funniest joke he had ever heard.
The Pope's face darkened.
"Alright, I promise you." Tesla stopped laughing and nodded with a serious look on his face.
"You … You're so shameless. You look like me when I was young." The Pope looked at Tesla strangely.
"Same to you." Tesla smiled and shook the Pope's hand.
"Happy working with you." Once I master your knowledge, I'll burn you, a heathen, at the stake.
The Pope thought to himself, but he still had a friendly smile on his face.
Tesla looked at the Pope playfully. A black light flashed in his eyes.
Chen Ze did not know that the Pope was digging his own grave. If he knew, he would only burn an incense stick for the Pope.
What kind of joke was this? You're playing tricks with Nyarlathotep? You've probably never died.
Even the God of Light was killed by Nyarlathotep like an ant. You're just a pope.
"How's the taste?" Chen Ze looked at Flying Squirrel and asked hesitantly.
"Very good!" Flying Squirrel nodded happily. The taste was purer and more in line with the taste in his heart.
"That's good." Chen Ze heaved a sigh of relief. He had bought the special seasoning from a Japanese specialty shop.
Japanese soy sauce was specially made. Chen Ze had thought about it before. If he bought a special soy sauce, would the taste of the dish be better?
Judging from Flying Squirrel's expression, his experiment was very successful.
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