In fact, Bucky felt that his cooking skills had improved a lot recently, especially when it came to frying meat.
Most of the time, the meat he bought from Miss Maid was raw. Although he couldn't stop eating raw meat, Bucky, who was used to enjoyment, thought about it. Why not make his experience better?
Although Miss Maid would leave, didn't he have the Club Pad at hand? He could buy whatever he wanted, but he just had to pay more for delivery. Bucky, who gradually became financially strong, didn't feel real heartache.
On the contrary, through this mobile terminal, he could avoid too much contact with Miss Maid. Bucky even felt relieved.
At this moment, Bucky was in a very good mood. After Miss Maid left, he went directly into his private kitchen, turned on the stove, and then put a piece of cut meat into the pan. While humming a tune, he began to cook this unusually delicious dish.
Sprinkling salt — — After sprinkling some salt on the meat in a particularly showy manner, Buggy suddenly twisted his waist and raised his hand. The steaks on the frying pan were suddenly thrown into the air, flipped over, and fell down again.
He continued to sprinkle salt in a showy posture.
But at this moment, the phone next to him rang, but Bucky didn't move. He was still focused on cooking his delicious food. Because, one of the beautiful girls who had been waiting in the kitchen came out at this moment, put the phone next to Bucky's ear, and considerately put it next to his ear.
"Oh … Besson, what's the matter?" Bucky asked casually.
Bucky liked this Mr. Besson more and more — of course, he liked Mr. Besson's enchanting wife even more.
Although there were more and more people who were willing to devote themselves to him recently, Bucky even felt that he was too busy — but he still occasionally had a friendly match with Mr. Besson's wife.
"Meet someone?" Bucky was stunned, and then said, "Oh … I remember, I promised … Have they arrived? Well, let them wait for a while. I'll come over later. "
After that, Bucky continued to fry the steak while thinking about something — The person who came to visit this time was called St. Fran. He seemed to be a double doctorate holder who came back from abroad and had some financial resources. According to Besson, Dr. St. Fran seemed to want to participate in this year's presidential election and had been in private contact with the leaders of many parties, but he hadn't decided which party he would run for the election.
With the secret help of Mr. Offie, a national dignitary, Bucky's religion had developed rapidly … If the future president …
"Haha!"
Buggy laughed happily. He felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life!
"Girls, get ready. Let's go meet the guest!"
Bucky put out the fire and opened his hands. Two beautiful girls around him immediately untied his apron, and the third girl carefully put the fried steak on the plate.
However, Bucky was in a good mood as if he had eaten an expired French snail, even though his favorite 'magical meat' was placed in front of him.
…
With a white scarf around his neck, Bucky, who was sitting at the table, opened his hands. The maids served him a knife and fork and untied half of the mask on his face to make it easier for him to eat.
However, when the knife had just cut a small piece, Mr. Besson had already brought today's guest to Bucky.
"Sorry, I was busy just now."
Although he was now a 'messenger of God', Bucky would still be humble to strangers who hadn't joined the church yet.
"It's okay. I'm sorry to disturb you. I didn't know you were eating. In fact, I can continue to wait. "The same polite voice.
But this voice made Bucky feel like a poisonous snake was crawling on his body. Bucky slowly turned his head and looked at the guy who was led in by Besson. The so-called Dr. St. Fran!
Wasn't this the Brother Ming who played with women and went to jail with him back then??
"Hello, Mr. Oracle." St. Fran looked at the 'messenger of God' in front of him, and then quickly put his hand on his chest and bowed slightly, "It's an honor to meet you."
He didn't seem to be Bucky … There was a big difference in body shape. This' God's Messenger 'gave him the feeling that he was strong. Last time, when he reunited with his prison buddies at the opera house, Bucky was obviously pudgy and had been hollowed out by alcohol.
After this half bow, St. Fran didn't raise his head again. This was some etiquette that Mr. Besson taught him when he came in. He said that the dignity of the 'messenger of God' should not be seen by mortals. Without the permission of the messenger of God, no one was allowed to look directly at him.
St. Fran did as he was told, and so did Ke Sini, who came in with him and was carefully dressed up.
At this moment, Bucky was shouting "F * ck!". When he saw his old buddy again, he really had an impulse to kick his crotch!
At that time, when he escaped from the opera house, he planned to go back to his base camp. Who knew that there was an internal strife in his base camp, and he was directly KO 'ed. If he hadn't been hiding a secret (the contract between him and Lucifer, the Queen of Hell), he was afraid that he would have died.
And all this was because of Brother Ming, the traitor!
"Messenger? Messengers? "Mr. Besson suddenly called out softly beside Buggy.
Bucky came back to his senses and heard Mr. Besson whispering, "Messenger, Mr. St. Fran came here with sincerity. What do you think?"
"Yes, I see." Bucky nodded.
Mr. Besson stood up and cleared his throat, "Mr. St. Fran, now please raise your head. The messenger has allowed you to continue to see him."
"Thank you very much." St. Fran raised his head with a smile at this moment.
But the 'messenger of God' did not continue to look at him. Instead, he began to eat his steak slowly, as if he didn't care about Bucky at all.
St. Fran didn't mind — he was never short of patience. Otherwise, he would not hide in prison and study several different majors at the same time to enrich himself.
St. Fran stood aside quietly, and his respectful appearance was almost comparable to Mr. Besson's.
"I heard from Besson that you have asked to see me several times." Bucky had already eaten half of his steak. He suddenly stopped and asked, "Why do you want to see me?"
"I want to see the power of a miracle." St. Fran was very straightforward. He made his intention clear.
"Oh? The power of a miracle? "
Bucky put down his knife and fork at this time. The maid beside him quickly brought a new napkin and wiped his lips for him. He then said indifferently, "I heard from Beson that you are a doctor with a double degree. You are a highly knowledgeable person. Why, don't you believe in science? "
"I believe in science, and I also believe in miracles." St. Fran replied calmly, "Because I believe that miracles are also a kind of science. A subject that we humans have not been able to analyze so far. But everything must have its meaning, so instead of saying why we believe in miracles, it's better to say why we don't believe in miracles. "
"Very interesting answer." Bucky smiled slightly … 'What the hell is this guy talking about? Why does he sound so awkward?'
"Thank you for your appreciation." St. Fran smiled modestly.
This even made Bucky wonder if this guy was really the Brother Ming he knew, or … was he actually Brother Ming's twin brother?
No, no, no, the backbone of the Imperial Headquarters knew each other very well. If Brother Ming had a twin brother, he would have heard about it.
"Well … you want to see a miracle. In fact, it's not impossible. "Bucky stood up at this moment.
The maids untied the napkin from his collar. At this time, St. Fran suddenly looked at Bucky's neck — there was a small pendant tied with a black rope.
'This is the key to start the nuclear warhead, and it's on me!'
He instantly recalled the scene when Roger was trying to win him and Moria over at the Opera House, showing the secret key unscrupulously. At this moment, Saint-Franc's pupils suddenly shrank.
'Why is he here?'
'No … this person is definitely Bucky. Even if he isn't, he must have a close relationship with Bucky — and he knows that I'm here.'
'But why does the messenger of God carry the key with him, and he doesn't hide it at all, as if he is not afraid of others knowing it …'
'No, it's not that he's not afraid of others knowing it, but I'm afraid that even he himself doesn't know it!'
"Is there anything on me?" Bucky felt that Brother Ming … St. Fran seemed to be a bit strange.
St. Fran quickly smiled and said, "No, I'm just a little surprised. Because I originally thought that the 'messenger of God' might be a weak old man, but now I really didn't expect you to be so strong. "
"Really?" Bucky smiled proudly, and at the same time, he sucked in his stomach and puffed out his chest, "Many people say the same about me."
"Just now, the messenger said that it's not impossible to let me see the real miracle …" St. Fran took the opportunity to take two steps forward, "Excuse me …"
But he was quickly stopped by Bucky's maids.
"I'm sorry, I was too excited. If I offended you, please forgive me." St. Fran stepped back to his original position apologetically.
'It's indeed the key. It's exactly the same. I didn't see it wrong …' St. Fran thought secretly.
"If you want to see it, then show me your piety!" At this moment, Buggy suddenly said in a deep voice, "The glory of my Lord will only shine on those believers who praise and love him day and night."
St. Fran was not too surprised by this answer — because in his view, the church itself was a crazy money-grubber. It was just that he had never been able to figure out how the followers of this church, which even happened to have a clear vision, were willing to donate so much.
But Mr. Besson had a different reaction — because he knew that messengers basically came up to bless those who wanted to join the church, so that they could directly experience the power of God.
"Of course!" St. Fran smiled at this time, "But today's preparation is not enough. How about this? Messenger, in order to show my respect to you, I'm going to hold a banquet in my home. I'll definitely show you my piety. "
"Banquet?" Bucky asked curiously, "What kind of banquet?"
St. Fran looked at Ke Sini beside him, "It's my daughter's birthday banquet. She'll be 20 years old in two days. Oh, I'm thinking that if my daughter can see the greatness of a miracle on her birthday, then she will be happy all her life. I hope you can grant my little wish. "
Hearing St. Fran's words, Bucky carefully looked at the girl next to him.
Almost at the first glance, Bucky was attracted by Ke Sini's beauty. She was enchanting and gentle, like a white rose with thorns.
Obviously, she had carefully dressed up, and her eyes were neither close nor distant, which could arouse a man's curiosity.
"Is this your daughter?" Bucky asked slowly … He remembered that although this guy had many women, he had always been a celibate — because Brother Ming had once said that descendants were sometimes stumbling blocks on the road.
"Her name is Ke Sini, my adopted daughter, Mr. Messenger." St. Fran smiled.
Bucky nodded, and at the same time, he was thinking about whether to attend this banquet or not. Because he was very clear about the nature of Brother Ming, who had incarnated as Dr. St. Fran — this guy's banquets were always bad.
However, for so many years, this guy had always been arrogant in front of him, and he had never seen such a docile Brother Ming!
At this moment, Bucky felt as if he had eaten ice cream in July. His body and mind were refreshed. Besides, he still had the Club Pad in his hand. At worst, he could buy a few life-saving items. Even if it was on the general product list, there were still many treasures worth buying.
So, it seemed that he didn't need to be afraid at all …
"Mr. Messenger, what do you think?" St. Fran asked elegantly.
Bucky cleared his throat and said, "Very well, your invitation to me, Mr. St. Fran. But I can't promise you now … Of course, I'd be happy to bless this beautiful Miss Ke Sini, but I'm too busy with the secular affairs … How about this? If I can go there, I'll let Besson contact you at once. "
"That's great!" St. Fran nodded 'gratefully'.
…
…
After leaving the luxurious manor and getting into the car, St. Fran's smile faded away, and then he untied his collar.
Ke Sini said, "This is the so-called messenger of God. He doesn't seem to have much ability, and he's very greedy. I can smell his vulgarity from far away."
St. Fran said indifferently, "Did you see those so-called believers in the manor along the way?"
Ke Sini nodded.
"This messenger is not that simple." St. Fran shook his head, "Otherwise, the believers in the manor wouldn't be like that. It's as if they were ready to die for their God."
Ke Sini was silent.
St. Fran suddenly said, "If he comes to the banquet two days later, help me take something from him … No matter what, you can do it, but you can't let him know. I'm not sure who's behind him, and what he's up to. "
No matter what …?
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