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Richer didn't take what the bishop said seriously, and within two days, he received a letter of summons from the court.

"Is it necessary for the bishop to be so serious?" Richel muttered to himself while facing the ledger, the charcoal pencil rustling on the rough papyrus.

Chelsea was playing chess with Lesney and the others, with one hand resting on his face, the other white and round arm hanging in the air, twirling a chess piece and jumping on the paper. This was a new game designed for them by Leschel. , called Flying Chess.

She lazily said, "The Goddess of Holy Light has a history of thousands of years in the Kelexi Continent. It can be deduced how long they have not had breakfast."

"That can only be regarded as maintaining an established custom. I think people in the city are very happy to eat breakfast now, so let's change it. Why stick to the rules." Everyone is happy to eat delicious food for multiple reasons.

"You go to the older ones and ask them what they think of breakfast." Chelsea nodded to Lesney's bare head.

The "older" necromancer's bones moved, and a puff of smoke came out, "I used to have breakfast."

Chelsea was a little surprised, "You were really a human before?"

"Master, it's far from easy." Hastings sat upright between the two of them and said, facing Hayle who jumped up and down, "This is challenging their authority."

"How can a little broken sect that talks about it have such a big influence?!"

"If the Pope comes forward, he can influence the decision of His Majesty the Emperor of the Human Empire."

Richel scratched the hair on his head, don't blame him for not reading enough, he learned cooking in junior high school, and spent all day in the training field, as long as he memorized things with his head, he didn't memorize them.

When he was preparing the Schillington Festival dinner in Liberty City, he was already amazed that monks could influence people in a city, but he still underestimated their energy.

"You must not be heard by anyone outside the restaurant." Chelsea reminded, "Otherwise you will be burned at the stake for blasphemy."

Richel shook his head, "It's really dark."

"What are you afraid of? Your partner is here." Hayle said.

"That's right." Richel smiled comfortably, and suddenly asked seriously, "How do you know that Adrian is my partner?"

He couldn't remember what they had done out of the ordinary in front of children.

"You just smirk when you see him. I've never been in a relationship, and I have hundreds of years of experience watching other people fall in love." Hayle rolled his eyes and threw it at him.

Chelsea flipped his wrist and threw two dice, with two sixes on the top.

After the routine life discussion every night, Richel lay in Adrian's arms and asked, "Do I need to go to the Court of Justice tomorrow?"

"Need not."

"How did you solve it?"

The octopus rubbed his hair with his chin contentedly, "I talked to the Pope and the judge about the relationship between the body and the soul that produce different colors after a short and intense collision."

Richel looked up suspiciously, "Your words sound a bit strange."

Adrian patted his smooth shoulder, and pressed his questioning head back, "I just used my fist reasonably and appropriately, hitting the pope's withered stomach and the judge's plump face."

"Sure enough, I can't expect too much from your solution."

"Don't worry, I covered their heads with curtains, didn't make a sound, just moved, I promise not to know that I did it."

Richel couldn't laugh or cry, "Simple mind and strong limbs, how did you spend all these years?"

"My dear, you have lived so hard for so many years." Adrian rubbed his head in pain, "A kiss will make you smarter."

"Go away, you'll know it's an advantage... um..."

Richel punched him on the shoulder blade, Adrian frowned, let go, fell on the pillow and let out a long hiss.

"What's the matter, are you injured?" Richel panicked for a moment.

"Yeah. Today I met someone I knew before, but I couldn't quarrel with him, so I had a fight." Adrian turned over and hugged him, and said aggrievedly, "My dear, if you can take the initiative to sit on my waist for treatment, the wound will definitely heal tomorrow .”

The corner of Richel's mouth twitched, he pushed the shameless octopus away, and wrapped himself in a blanket to sleep.

Adrian moved away silently, leaving a small distance with him, forming two parallel lines.

The night gradually became silent, only the shallow breathing of the person next to the ear and pillow.

Half asleep and half awake, there was a faint rustling sound around him, he stretched out his arms to hug the person beside him, patted the back and coaxed: "It's okay, it's okay, the nightmare is gone, don't be afraid."

Richer was turning over to light the oil lamp, when he heard his subconscious muttering, his movements stopped there.

"Adrian." He called softly.

The person beside him closed his eyes tightly, his thin lips parted slightly, and he was still in a deep sleep.

Richer lit the oil lamp on the bedside table, lifted the quilt, and looked at him carefully from head to toe.

No wounds were found.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

He pointed the oil lamp at the face that was too handsome to be human.

When aiming at others during the day, he is indifferent and domineering, with evil spirits in his eyes, and if he refuses to accept it, he will beat him;

When I looked at him, I was nervous about this and that, and my IQ collapsed in a straight line.

By the way, isn't the IQ of an octopus good? Why is this one so stupid?

Even now that he is sleeping, he is worried that he is having a nightmare, so he instinctively reaches out to comfort him.

"My dear, what are you doing?" Adrian frowned and opened his eyes, and was so excited by the light of the oil lamp that he blocked his sight with the back of his hand, and murmured a deep sleep sound in his throat.

"Why didn't you sleep?"

"I didn't have enough time to watch during the day today, so make up for it now." Richel kissed the corner of his mouth, blew out the lamp, pulled his arm, and pillowed it under his neck.

"If it hurts, you must say it, otherwise I won't feel sorry for you."

"Okay." Adrian hugged him in a daze.

Richel waited anxiously for a few days, but no one from the Court of Justice came.

Although Adrian said it was resolved, he still listened to what Hastings said that day. Richel felt that he was taking too many steps, and being eager for success was not a good thing.

And he heard that many restaurant owners have recently committed the crime of luring mankind to fall because of selling breakfast.

This couldn't be any more ridiculous, but Richer still kept a low profile, telling himself to guard against arrogance and impetuosity, delaying the opening time of the entrance on the third floor, which also means that the so-called breakfast is equivalent to brunch, and then find a way to push it slowly early time.

This move resulted in customers mixing two meals together, and much less food was sold.

Early in the morning, Richel looked after the breakfast in Liberty City and quickly packed food for customers. He did not expect to meet the bishop of Liberty City.

"Long time no see, my lord bishop, why did you come here in person today?"

"Need to use your passage. Something seems to have happened in Reston, and I need to hurry there," Richer explained to Jacob, leading him upstairs.

"Maybe it's because the people over there come to eat snacks every day." Richer speculated based on his limited information, "but getting up so early for mass and not eating something to fill your stomach, it's very difficult for a whole morning."

For example, this one in front of me is also a bishop, obviously enjoying his meal, and pretending to be deaf and dumb is a good hand.

Sure enough, the City of Liberty is free enough for monks to practice.

"A few days ago, I received a summons letter, and the people of the trial court planned to judge me." Richel complained, he didn't sleep well for a few days, so it's better to end it in advance.

"Maybe I can help you with that."

"How?" Richel asked in surprise.

The bishop paused, and said slowly: "As for the City of Liberty, so does Reston, and you will be exonerated from your so-called crimes."

"I'm afraid Reston looks down on people from Liberty City." Richel chuckled lightly, how could he have such great ability to make Reston look like Liberty City.

"Aren't you annoyed at the ludicrous charge of selling pastries a little earlier than normal?" The Bishop never admitted that he was eating breakfast.

Richel felt that he had vented enough of his grievances to a stranger today, and his dull nerves felt something wrong.

Seeing that he was silent, the bishop said: "As far as I know, you often go to the banquets of the count and the duke and get to know many high-ranking people."

He has a kind face, and the words he speaks sound like the bass organ of a church, flicking slowly in his throat.

"But in the end, you are just a businessman who runs a restaurant. How much do they value you?"

"You need someone to rely on." Richel understood what he meant.

The Bishop wants to be that one to rely on.

"From now on, no one will despise you."

"Then what good is it for you?" He couldn't turn his mind around for a while.

"It's in my best interest that we stand together."

Richel frowned.

He is a small owner of a restaurant, what is the benefit of cooperating with him.

"You think about it for a few days, and hope that when I pass through this door again, I can hear your affirmative answer." The bishop smiled, "The Lord is with you at any time, as long as you are willing."

Through the door, without taking a few steps, he disappeared into the streets of Reston.

It was only later that Richel found out that this lord bishop was temporarily assigned to Liberty City because he failed in Reston's struggle for power, squeezing away the bishop who was supposed to be promoted here.

Richer thought about those relationships for a whole day before he understood what the bishop meant.

If I can often meet important people, can I use the opportunity of showing my face to seek some benefits outside of restaurants?

However, the benefits are reciprocal. As a small boss, what can you bring to others?Why do you let the nobles with their eyes above the top look at you?

At this time, what if the support behind him is a bishop?

A person who is likely to win the title of pope in successive games in the next few years, the investment of the nobles is very worthwhile.

The premise is that he can get the support of the nobles.

The bishop and the nobles benefited from each other, and he acted as a messenger in the middle, and the restaurant and his identity as the restaurant owner were the disguises he and the bishop put on, making the most perfect cover for their activities.

Who would doubt a chef who cooks?

For Richel himself, he can also gain greater benefits for the restaurant and strengthen the reputation of the restaurant.

This is exactly what he has always wanted, and it is much more beneficial than the affirmation he gets from cooking a vegetarian meal and a pair of chopsticks.

It was undeniable that Richer was moved.