"This is … this is my fate?" Jehanne blinked. She was a little confused about the situation.
Chen Ze's mouth twitched in the kitchen. He did not quite understand why Moriarty would say that. Shouldn't this be some miracle that Jehanne had encountered?
According to the information that Chen Ze had found on Baidu, Jehanne should have claimed that she had encountered a miracle and saw the three archangels. Then an angel told her to drive away the English and then take the crown prince to Reims for the coronation ceremony.
But how did it become Moriarty saying this sentence now? Would what Moriarty said affect Jehanne in any way? Then, would history still develop in the same direction as before?
Chen Ze was not sure, but Chen Ze decided to wait and see what Moriarty had to say next.
"Yes, this is your fate, but fate can be changed, Jehanne." Moriarty smiled kindly, looking like a kind uncle.
"Change fate?" Jehanne was even more confused. In fact, for a child of her age, fate was too far away, not to mention that Moriarty had asked her to welcome the crown prince and do some coronation ceremony.
"Yes, I will teach you some knowledge. You will learn it and change your fate." Moriarty's smile became even more benevolent, but Chen Ze still felt that something was wrong.
Chen Ze stood in the kitchen and listened. As he listened, he put the pizza into the oven and took out the baked pizza.
After listening for a long time, Chen Ze finally realized what Moriarty was planning to do.
To be precise, Moriarty was teaching Jehanne something.
This guy taught Jehanne the current political system of England and told the future Joan of Arc the beauty of power and what power could do.
He also told Jehanne that as long as she replaced the crown prince, she could build France into a powerful country.
Chen Ze's mouth twitched. Was Moriarty planning to cultivate a French empress in another time and space?
And it seemed that Jehanne was a little moved. After all, what Moriarty said grasped what she was concerned about.
There was no hunger, no attacks, the civilians could eat their fill, and they did not have to pay high taxes, and …
"Jeanne, do you think these flowers are really worth a pizza?" Moriarty was tempting Joan of Arc like a demon.
"… I know it's not worth it …" Jehanne lowered her head, her heart wavering.
"If you become the Empress, the wealth of France will be yours. You can repay Mr. Store Manager." This sentence added weight to the other side, causing Na's small hands, which were originally nervously clenched together, to slowly clench.
"Jehanne, here's your pizza," Chen Ze walked out and took out six pieces of pizza, placing them all into a large bag.
Chen Ze glanced at Moriarty. Chen Ze didn't say anything about what the professor just said. After all, compared to the fate of Joan of Arc, Chen Ze felt that Queen Jeanne the First seemed to be better.
Was a reputation after death useful? Chen Ze felt that Jeanne's fate in history was even more miserable. Although she was also a very heroic figure, she still died very miserably.
"Thank you, Mr. Store Manager!" It seemed a little difficult for Jehanne to lift the bag. Six pieces of pizza, and this kind of pizza with added toppings, had some weight.
After watching Jeanne leave, Moriarty suddenly said something.
"Mr. Store Manager, why didn't you stop me? You should know Jeanne, you know that Joan of Arc. "Moriarty looked at Chen Ze. He had previously noticed that Chen Ze treated Jeanne differently.
"Eh? How did you know? "Chen Ze was a little confused. He remembered that he didn't tell the professor that he knew Jeanne.
"Because when I asked for Jeanne's name, you looked at the restaurant three times. That's not normal." Moriarty saw that Chen Ze admitted it and looked at him with a smile.
"I just don't think there's anything wrong with that." Chen Ze glanced at Moriarty. The professor had finished all the food on the table.
"Professor, it's time to pay the bill." Chen Ze looked at him with a smile.
"Hmm, let me see. I'll pay with this this time." Moriarty thought for a while and took out a pen from his pocket.
To be precise, it looked like a feather pen, but this feather pen looked a little different.
First of all, it was made of very precious materials. There was a golden shaft and a gem at the end. Rather than calling it a pen, it was better to call it a work of art.
Chen Ze was a little speechless, but he still accepted it. After all, he knew that Professor Moriarty really couldn't come up with anything that would move him.
Eh? If that's the case …
Chen Ze suddenly remembered that there was something that he really wanted.
Chen Ze looked at the professor who was about to leave and immediately called out to him.
"Professor, please wait a moment."
Moriarty stopped and turned to look at Chen Ze. Although he didn't say anything, Chen Ze knew that Moriarty was asking him about something.
"For my next meal, please give me a copy of Dr. Watson's book." Chen Ze was looking forward to it. It was written by Watson himself.
"Of course, it would be even better if you could have Holmes' and Watson's signatures," Chen Ze added.
"Hmm … No problem. I can also give you my book. My writing is no worse than these two guys in funny hats." Moriarty nodded and then pushed the door open and left.
Chen Ze was stunned. Why did he feel that Moriarty's words were a little off?
"Forget it. It's troublesome when these smart people talk." Chen Ze shook his head and returned to the kitchen.
Chen Ze rubbed his chin. Betty was washing the dishes, but she wasn't wearing the bracelet that Jenna gave her.
"Why aren't you wearing it?" Chen Ze glanced at Betty. She was wearing it outside just now.
"Because I have to wash the dishes. If I break it, won't Jenna be sad if she sees it?" Betty answered quickly. It was obvious that she wasn't thinking about anything.
Chen Ze nodded. That was true. After all, it was a gift from someone else. It was good to cherish it.
Then, Chen Ze opened the fridge. When he went to the supermarket earlier, Chen Ze bought some things. One of them had to be processed as soon as possible. After all, fruits had to be eaten as soon as possible.
Chen Ze calmly took out the yellow thing and placed it on the chopping board, thinking about what to do with it.
"Wow! Manager, what's this smell … Ugh … I'm going to vomit … "Betty covered her nose and ran out.
Chen Ze looked at her strangely.
"This is a durian."
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