Chapter 51 InvitationTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2055 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-11 16:35:22
Friday, July 13th.
Archbishop Anthony was away from home, and Bishop Elektra was again in charge.
The atmosphere in the archive room was particularly strange. As usual, Lu Mingfei occupied the Feng Shui treasure spot in the corner, holding a stack of comparison materials of ancient Hermetic and modern Loenese, and his learning progress was rapid.
On the other hand, the middle-aged Bishop Elektra was scratching his head. The fountain pen left beautiful cursive characters on the draft paper, but then it was scribbled randomly, and finally the paper was crumpled into a ball...
"Is it necessary to do this?" Lu Mingfei, who was already familiar with the bishop, put down the documents and said, "I just asked you to write an invitation letter, not a love letter…"
Although Lu was a coward and never put the words in his head into paper, when he was in Shilan Middle School, there were always "ignorant" girls who wrote love letters to Master Chu, who was at the top of the list of people to be punished.
Those girls have the same attitude when faced with the letter paper that can make pink bubbles appear in the air. Even if they have rehearsed it many times with notebooks or draft paper, they still can't help but hesitate for a long time when it comes to taking action. The sour smell of wanting to step into love is almost suffocating.
He is 80% similar to the current bishop.
"Heh..." Bishop Elektra sneered through his teeth:
"Why don't you come by yourself? The invitations and visits Miss Audrey receives in a day would probably be as tall as a person. If you don't want to do something 'original', you won't even get a letter of refusal."
"So exaggerated?" Lu Mingfei was forcing himself to change his habit of scratching his head to avoid ruining his hairstyle, so he could only take out his pocket watch and stroke it, complaining: "Then Earl Hall's fireplace must have no shortage of fuel in the winter."
"…"
Bishop Elektra wanted to break Lu Mingfei into four pieces and stuff them into the fireplace, and at the same time lamented that Archbishop Anthony's life was not easy.
The fountain pen left clear marks on the draft paper, smudged out a large blob of ink, and Bishop Elektra suddenly empathized with the author of the serialized novel in the Backlund Daily.
Every time he saw a novel being discontinued, he would be indignant as to why the novelist didn't work harder. It was not until now that he realized that pushing himself too far would lead to death with regrets!
"...I can't write it." He finally smiled with relief and grabbed his head with both hands, "Why are you looking for me?"
"Because Bishop Elektra, you seem to be very good at dealing with little girls." Lu Mingfei said, pinching his chin.
The bishop almost spat out a mouthful of blood, but he couldn't refute it - he really had a young wife! It was okay for a girl who had just turned twenty to be called a little girl!
God knows what groundless rumors the Favored One had heard, or whether he had used his "audience" ability to spy on secrets. In any case, Bishop Elektra was defeated by this light-hearted statement, and she began to compose words again on the draft paper, staring at the boy's back from time to time. She felt that the face that was worthy of being a socialite in Backlund had become hateful, just like the clichéd villain in Emperor Roselle's early works, "Madam, you don't miss your husband..."!
Lu Mingfei felt a little scared by the gaze, and since he had already completed today's study, he simply gathered the materials on the table and put them back in their original places. Then he took out his "broken" revolver and started a conversation while practicing changing the bullets:
"Archbishop Anthony has been very busy lately."
"Because there have been several vicious incidents at the junction of the East District and Cherwood District recently, it is suspected that the seriously injured 'Rose Bishop' is replenishing his blood and flesh." Bishop Elektra stopped writing, "Archbishop Anthony is busy appeasing the nobles."
The seriously injured Rose Bishop? Lu Mingfei thought of Mr. A who had been broken into pieces, and couldn't help but regret letting him go. But even if he didn't want to let him go, it was useless. He didn't expect that someone could still stay alive after being turned into pieces of meat. The sporadic power borrowed from Lu Mingze was not enough to deal with hundreds of pieces of Mr. A...
"Aurora Society?" Lu Mingfei felt that he should give some hints.
"Yes, Mr. A, the person in charge of Backlund, is the 'shepherd' of Sequence 5." The Nighthawks obviously did not need Lu Mingfei's reminder. They had already figured out the Aurora Society's arrangements in Backlund. "Because he shepherded the 'Recorder', he is difficult to catch."
The archive room fell silent for a moment, leaving only the sound of pen rubbing against paper and the creaking sound of the revolver cylinder rotating. The yellow bullets rubbed between the boy's fingers, fell into the cylinder smoothly and continuously, and were emptied in one breath.
This was actually only Lu Mingfei's second time practicing, but he seemed to be extremely talented with firearms. As long as he held the gun handle, he felt as safe as if he was back next to the air conditioner unit on the rooftop. The weapon that could easily take someone's life was controlled as if it were an extension of his limbs, and he could hit the target without even aiming.
Coupled with the directional guidance of the Word Spirit·Yin Liu and the enchanted bullets with "purification" and "burning" effects, Lu Mingfei felt that if he saw the fragmented Mr. A again, he might be able to keep him - of course, Lu Mingze still had to take action to bring back the complete form of Mr. A.
Or escape with the help of a "cowardly streetwalker".
"Please be busy first. I'll go out for a walk." Lu Mingfei threw the cartridge back, stood up and glanced at the results of Bishop Elektra's work so far. He found that except for a table full of paper balls, the results were close to zero. So he took the kettle and made him a pot of black tea. "Don't worry, I won't go to the North District and Queens District. It's not that easy to meet noble ladies and young ladies."
This was about Madam McKinney. After two days of fermentation, although "Viscount Ricardo" had not officially appeared in Backlund's social scene, he was already a little famous. Many people wanted to take a glimpse of the Viscount's true appearance, and the rumors even spread more and more, and there was a hint that he was comparable to "Backlund's most dazzling gem"...
Bishop Elektra paused for a moment, but ultimately chose not to follow. She just nodded and said, "Okay, be careful."
"Yeah." Lu Mingfei nodded, and then stopped before leaving. "If you really can't write it, forget it... I just remembered that today is Friday, and Miss Audrey will come to church for worship on Sunday."
"..."Then what was I doing before?
The bishop put down his pen helplessly, without any sense of relief. Instead, he felt a sense of loss. He had not completed the first task assigned by the favored master, and he always felt ashamed of his trust. In the end, he gritted his teeth and picked up the pen, saying to Lu Mingfei's back, "I'd better finish it. At least I have to let Miss Audrey leave enough time on that day."
"Don't force yourself..."
"Not at all forced!"Chapter 52 "Hugged Left and Right"Title of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2056 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-11 16:35:46
In the evening, at Earl Hall's mansion, after finishing a day's classes and attending to other noble ladies' invitations for afternoon tea, Audrey stretched her body and picked up Stormy Heights on the bedside table to read. If it were in the past, she would be very interested in the calm, rational and precise heroine, and the content mixed with reasoning and romance was also popular among noble ladies.
But who can blame Audrey for being an extraordinary person? After seeing the truly magnificent and dreamy world, ordinary books are no longer enough to arouse the girl's interest, otherwise she would not have finished reading it until now...
"Miss." Maid Anne knocked on the door and entered the room, carrying a cup of steaming black tea and a dark-colored letter on a tray. "You should take a look at this invitation."
This was obviously not a normal situation, because Audrey's invitations were usually handled by Anne. As a qualified and trusted personal maid, Anne would perfectly choose the right invitations for her lady, exclude those gentlemen or ladies with bad reputations, select those that were beneficial to Audrey or the Hall family, and then sort them according to the interval between the last contacts.
Usually when it is presented to the lady, it is already the best choice. The girl only needs to decide to go or find an excuse to refuse...
"Is there any difference?" Audrey showed a puzzled expression. After taking the tea, she did not open the envelope immediately. She looked at the maid and added:
"I mean, apart from the color and smell - the color of this letter is a bit too 'cold' compared to a normal invitation letter, and the fragrance on it... is it moonflower? Oh my god, it gives me the illusion that it is an invitation from the goddess. I am so flattered."
"It's an invitation letter from Viscount Ricardo." Anne regretted not filtering it out directly. Her young lady had met with the other party several times in less than a week, and even her speaking style was becoming more like that boy.
"Mr. Lu Mingfei?" Audrey didn't notice the maid's complicated expression. She opened the letter, read it roughly, and summarized, "He asked me to stay a little longer after Sunday service. The words he used were quite... ornate."
Anne nodded as well, "Yes, not like Viscount Ricardo's style."
Although Lu Mingfei looked like a qualified young gentleman after dressing up carefully, based on Annie's impression after the few contacts, he was not able to write in such a formal manner, like a flashy old man. He would either directly state the time and place of the meeting, or write a long string of nonsense in a roundabout way and then finally state the main point.
"It looks like someone was asked to write it, most likely the bishop of St. Samuel's Church." Anne gave her opinion, "This is a bit disrespectful to you, but..."
Mr. Lu Mingfei is not a normal person. Audrey added in her mind that she should remind him next time they meet, and then raised her head and asked, "Do I have any other plans that day?"
"The ladies all know that you will go to church on Sunday, so the number of invitations is very small," said Anne. "Will you accept Viscount Ricardo's invitation?"
"Of course." The girl said without hesitation, "I'm actually also curious about Mr. Lu Mingfei's recent strange reputation... I wonder what expression Mr. Lu Mingfei would have when he heard such a comment about a pure and lovely boy?"
"Miss..."
"Don't worry, Annie." Audrey smiled and stood up, approached the maid, hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, and then jumped back a few steps. "You have also met Mr. Lu Mingfei. Is he the kind of person who indulges in a pile of ladies and enjoys being hugged by them?"
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At the same time, Mr. Lu Mingfei, who was "embracing two girls on both sides", was leaving Darkholm's base with two girls. While returning the umbrella, he borrowed a half-high silk hat from the other party. The brim pressed his ears a little deformed, and the shadow cast by the brim of the hat covered most of his face.
Now that he has decided to try to save the East Side, it is time for him to take action, starting with rescuing two young girls who have not yet fallen from the clutches of the local gangs.
"Jenny, Della, could you please stop getting so close to me?" Lu Mingfei looked at the two girls beside him who were wearing what he remembered as Victorian maid outfits.
She wore a ruffled apron over a white-collared black dress. Her only head ornaments consisted of a headscarf and a satin butterfly on her chest. Compared with her previous cool outfit, the style was extremely plain and simple, with only her two palms exposed - this was because Darkholm felt that the silk gloves were too expensive.
"But, Mr. Ricardo..." Both girls were a little at a loss. They originally thought that boys liked this conservative style, but they didn't expect that they would become first-class maids with a monthly salary of 1.5 pounds. Not only would they be completely out of the control of the gang, but they might even become personal maids or doctor's assistants in the future. The big surprise made them a little dazed. It was Jenny, who was a little older, who forced herself to speak:
"We're just a little uneasy."
"There's nothing to worry about." Lu Mingfei got out of the girls' double-teaming and took a few quick steps to create a distance of about 50 centimeters between them, so as not to make them feel repelled and to allow himself to breathe a sigh of relief. "I'm going to hire maids anyway, so finding two pleasing ones will help keep me in a good mood."
But this is actually a lie.
In just one week, Lu Mingfei witnessed Audrey's beauty and endured the witch's "charm" twice. In his eyes, these two girls with "excellent appearance" in the East District were nothing. They were as ordinary as their names - the repetition rate of the names Jenny and Della was about the same as Zhang Wei and Li Mei in his previous world. If you shouted them on the street, more than a dozen people would turn around.
"Don't worry about what I will do to you." Lu Mingfei continued, and despised Lao Huang: "I am not Roselle. The sugar-coated bullets of capital can't corrupt my noble soul!"
"Actually, it doesn't matter what I do." Della glanced at Lu Mingfei's profile and muttered quietly, but Jenny pinched her waist and continued, "Your character is admirable."
"…"
Lu Mingfei shuddered. His excellent hearing prevented him from missing Della's words. The two girls' gazes reminded him of Mrs. McKinney's overly intense gaze. He could only take out his pocket watch and rub it to relieve the pressure. He grinned and complained, "I can't help it. If I don't keep myself clean, I will probably become a flesh-and-blood bodhisattva or a sea of desire Maitreya... I can't forget Russell's previous experience!"
Apart from the word "Roselle", the two girls were almost completely unable to understand Lu Mingfei's long and difficult sentences in Loenese, and even felt that their new master was very cultured!Chapter 53: Introducing the wrong personTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2042 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-12 17:13:35
Taking advantage of the fact that Francisco had just died, Darkholm had almost taken over all of his territory. But if other gangs in the East District reacted, he would probably have to give up about one-third of his gains. This was not a rule of the underworld like "whoever sees it gets a share". It was just that his gang had limited manpower and was unwilling to accept those damn Feynapote ghosts, so he couldn't keep such a large territory...
Therefore, in order to ensure that the property given to Lu Mingfei would not be disturbed by other gangster forces, the title deed given by Darkholm was actually selected from his original safe house, just like the one they first met, which was a small villa located on the boundary of Cherwood District and East District.
"This is it."
Jenny compared the title deed in her hand, took out the key from her suitcase, and opened one of the doors after a simple identification, revealing the minimalist post-war decoration inside that was in line with the East District style. After all, for most East District people, there is no concept of "home". All they need is a place to sleep. Instead of decorating it carefully, they might as well consider whether they can sleep here tonight and whether they can have a full meal tomorrow.
Even for gangs, a safe house that may be abandoned at any time is not worth investing too much energy in.
"It's much better than I thought..." Della followed him into the house. After looking around, she found that the furniture, such as tables, chairs, and cabinets, were all available. Although the sofa was old, it was in good condition. Even the peeling part of the wall was covered with faded posters of girls. It seemed that the original owner made a simple arrangement to raise the house price. Darkholm never changed it after buying it. She couldn't help but sighed, "It looks like I can't afford it in my lifetime..."
Then she immediately covered her mouth, looked at the master who was forgotten at the door, bowed her head and apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ricardo. This place is a little too indecent for you."
It was actually not bad. Compared to the room he shared with his cousin who was 1.6 meters tall and 1.6 meters heavy, although the furnishings here were old, at least the space was wide. Just like Lu Mingfei himself said, he was actually very easy to feed.
Not to mention a slightly old house, even if I was thrown into the Costa Rican rainforest and shared a pure natural bursting protein meal with Bear Grylls, it would be no problem, as long as the other party did not regard me as a source of protein...
"It's okay." Lu Mingfei cut off the random thoughts in his head and did not touch the 10-pound note in the suitcase. Instead, he took out a handful of coins and several soles of varying denominations from his pocket and handed them to Jenny, who looked more reliable. "As long as you are satisfied... Use these to buy daily necessities."
He didn't give too much, so as to prevent the East District thieves from making a fortune at once. Although he could get it back through Darkholm, Lu Mingfei thought it was too troublesome, and banknotes above 1 pound were not very convenient to spend in the East District.
Jenny carefully took the change with both hands and couldn't help calculating in her mind how much flour the money could buy. In the end, she couldn't figure it out even with all ten fingers, so her movements became more gentle, somewhere between a newly debuted ballet dancer and a novice thief, and she nodded and said, "Yes, sir."
"If you want to change the furniture, tell me. You can decorate the room as you like. Clean the one next door when you have time." Lu Mingfei hadn't decided what to do with it yet, and it was getting late. In order to avoid Archbishop Anthony scolding him for not coming home all night tomorrow, he spoke quickly.
"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first and come back tomorrow."
So Lu Mingfei left in a hurry, leaving behind the two girls who seemed to be still in a dream. When people are hungry, someone is happy when they find a piece of bread; when everyone has bread, someone is happy when they find a piece of cooked meat; when people are full, someone is happy when they hear music...
Happiness is such a superficial thing, created through contrast.
Anyway, Della was already overwhelmed by this happiness. She watched the boy's back as he walked away. She didn't look away until he completely disappeared at the end of the lighted street in Cherwood District. She covered her hot face and muttered to herself, "Is this what Emperor Roselle said about 'hiding a beauty in a house made of gold'?"
"..." Jenny didn't want to talk, so she threw a broom to the other person, picked up one for herself, and pointed to the door.
"Okay, I know. I'm not a beauty." Della tied the apron that came with her maid outfit tightly, "Get to work!"
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On Saturday, because Mr. A had been chased by the Nighthawks recently and had even temporarily left Backlund, Lu Mingfei was not too worried about the safety of the two girls. As usual, he finished his morning study tasks before heading to the East District.
Seeing that they had completed the task of "tidying up the house next door" and were now cleaning their residence, he did not stay for long and returned to St. Samuel's Church to continue studying and persecute Bishop Elektra who was on duty...
On Sunday, he was immersed in studying and was caught from the archives room by Audrey's personal maid.
"Miss Anne." Lu Mingfei, who had forgotten about the important matter of inviting "Backlund's most dazzling gem", stroked his pocket watch and followed the maid, saying guiltily, "The archives room of Saint Samuel Church is off-limits to outsiders, right?"
"Bishop Elektra brought me in." Anne said coldly, "And I was staring at the ground the whole time, so I wouldn't see the secrets of the church."
In fact, there is no secret, the really important things are all in the archives of the Nighthawks. Lu Mingfei recalled the materials he had borrowed recently, even the parts involving the "Aurora Society" and the "Witch Sect" did not involve extraordinary factors, but only recorded the bad influence they caused.
But he obviously couldn't say this to Annie, so he had to forcefully change the subject: "So where are we going now?"
"Zelda's Cafe." Anne suddenly showed a flawless formulaic smile, as if she was introducing a guillotine instead of a cafe. The guillotine had been sharpened to a shine, waiting for the thief to arrive so that she could chop off his head cleanly. "It's in the North District. Miss Audrey will be waiting for you there."
"It's a great honor to die under Miss Audrey's knife." Lu Mingfei continued, following the train running in his head, "I hope her knife skills are better. I heard that in my hometown next door, an excellent kaishakunin can even make the victim feel no pain. After the head is chopped off, there is still a layer of skin attached to it, which can be considered a decent whole corpse..."
Annie didn't know what a "kaishakunin" was, but she couldn't help but feel angry for her young lady after hearing Lu Mingfei's nonsense: "Then you can only hope that the knife in your young lady's hand is sharp enough... Please come in, Mr. Ricardo."
The door of the compartment slowly opened, and Lu Mingfei couldn't help swallowing.Chapter 54 About DigestionTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2037 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-12 17:14:01
"Good afternoon, Audrey." Lu Mingfei was too embarrassed to face the girl who made the whole cubicle shine. He leaned over and rubbed the head of the golden retriever who came over. "Good afternoon to you too, Susie."
"Woof!" The dog had no bad intentions and didn't care how long he had been waiting. It just circled around the boy's trouser legs twice with great energy, then returned to its owner and rubbed his stockings.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Lu Mingfei." Audrey stirred the coffee with a spoon. The delicate latte art on it was crushed, leaving only a dark brown liquid, which formed a sharp contrast with the cup opposite her, which still remained neat and warm.
This place is Sishui Pass!
Lu Mingfei knew that the cup of coffee was prepared for him, but he couldn't help but feel that Miss Annie, who was watching him closely, was more suitable. Who knows if she would take out the 82-pound Green Dragon Crescent Blade from under her skirt and cut off his dog's head. After that, Audrey handed him the cup with both hands and said, "The coffee is still warm..."
"I'm sorry, I was wrong!" Lu Mingfei admitted his mistake at the speed of light. He took two steps to sit opposite the girl and blurted out nonsense: "I'm sorry for the organization, sorry for the society, sorry for the goddess and Archbishop Anthony's cultivation. If God gives me another chance to start over, I will definitely say... um..."
His mind was a little stuck, and the lines from "A Chinese Odyssey" were not suitable to continue.
But Audrey was very interested in this long string of words. She even threw aside her previous anger and asked with a wink, "What did you say?"
"Lady, please spare my life?" Lu Mingfei said in a low voice.
"What a weird statement." The girl puffed up her cheeks, but still resisted the urge to use her "audience" ability to peek into the boy's mind. She could only symbolically raise an objection: "I always feel that this is not what should be said later..."
If I tell it, I will probably be beaten up by Earl Hall and even the gentlemen of Backlund. Or if I take out more than 300 kilograms of bullets from my 100 kilograms of flesh, it can be considered as a contribution to Backlund's excess production capacity.
Lu Mingfei lowered his head to admire the coffee art. The sun shone through the small window of the cubicle. Backlund, which was usually gloomy, was unusually sunny today. Even the industrial smell in the air was dispelled by the warmth and breeze. It was as if the heavens were working for this invitation, but the boy had completely forgotten about it.
"I deserve to die." He didn't continue the topic that Audrey wanted to talk about. "According to Bishop Elektra, you should have turned down a lot of invitations, right?"
"No." Audrey wanted to say that she had turned down the literary salon of the Duchess of Negan to scare Lu Mingfei, but seeing that he was sincerely repenting, the girl did not speak. She smiled and shook her head: "Today is Sunday, I don't have many invitations."
Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great. For nobles, socializing is also a kind of work, right? I don't know if you have a law to protect minors here... I don't think so. If there is, those guys who sent you invitations should be arrested and put in jail."
"That also includes you, Mr. Lu Mingfei." Audrey teased.
"Too much debt is better than nothing. I've already been sentenced to death for standing you up." Lu Mingfei continued to talk nonsense and didn't get to the point.
As Audrey's personal maid, Anne tactfully exited the compartment and gently closed the door. Although the North District is not as prosperous as Queens and the West District, it is after all the location of St. Samuel's Church, and countless nobles and wealthy people pass by every day, so the Zelda Cafe opened here is well decorated, and each compartment is extremely private, enough to ensure that ordinary people cannot hear the conversation inside...
But just in case, Audrey and Lu Mingfei looked at each other in tacit understanding, and finally the girl took out the silver knife, meditating on the scene of spirituality spreading and gushing out from the tip of the knife, building a spiritual wall in this box. It was not until the spirituality completely enveloped the room that Lu Mingfei spoke about the "audience" and "digestion".
"So, Mr. Lu Mingfei, you met an 'audience'... at least a mid-sequence expert?" Audrey covered her mouth in disbelief. "And that gentleman also said that your feedback on 'digestion' is not obvious, and you need to learn from other 'audience' role-playing rules?"
"To put it simply, that's it." Lu Mingfei was also a little helpless. "Archbishop Anthony clearly said that I am very talented in the extraordinary path, and I also felt an obvious 'digestion' two days ago..."
"This may be true. After all, you didn't hear any mumbling, and you didn't have any abnormal vision." Audrey still remembered the scene when she just took the potion.
If Mr. "The Hanged Man" hadn't reminded her to meditate immediately after taking the medicine, she might have been tormented by the mumbling and blurry blocks of color and unable to sleep or eat. Even if she had survived the initial symptoms, her mother would have easily noticed something wrong.
"It could also be that the 'Mid-Sequence Expert' made a mistake in judgment?" Audrey made another guess, "After all, Mr. Lu Mingfei, you are a little...special?"
The goddess's favorite, Mr. Fool's old friend, and a little boy with a cute face living inside him... Even if Lu Mingfei suddenly said that he could fly, and dragged Mr. Fool to perform a ropeless version of the two-person aerial spin that often appears in circus performances, Audrey would not be surprised at all, and would just think it was natural.
No, I can't think of such a disrespectful thing. If Mr. Lu Mingfei did this himself, it would be reasonable, but it is a bit too outrageous to drag Mr. Fool with him. He will most likely not agree. The girl rubbed her face to prevent her thoughts from continuing to run wildly in the direction of usurpation, and said seriously:
"Perhaps we can consult Mr. Fool. Tomorrow is the Tarot Club... Or you can ask him privately? Of course, I will also share with you the rules for playing the role of the spectator, and those who come after that can do the same."
"That's great." Lu Mingfei decisively ignored the advice of consulting The Fool at the Tarot Club. If Klein didn't know, it would be a joke. He didn't have the bad habit of embarrassing others in public. "As a reward… I might be able to provide you with the formula for the Sequence 8 Mind Reader potion."
"Really?" The girl was extremely excited. She was originally worried about not being able to find any clues about the "Psychological Alchemy Society", but she didn't expect to have such an unexpected gain. She could hardly control her emotions. She seemed to have imagined the scene when she would be promoted. She said in a brisk tone: "Then I have to hurry up and 'digest' it!"
"Woof!" Even Susie felt Audrey's joy and couldn't help but echo her.Chapter 55 Tarot ClubTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2021 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-13 18:54:24
Monday, July 16th.
Lu Mingfei rarely violated the morning study tradition. He left St. Samuel Church in the morning sun and went to Mrs. Valerie's styling studio. He spent 7 pounds 15 soli to give himself a new "full fire" hairstyle and a skin care treatment. Then he went to the villa at the junction of the East District and Cherwood District.
He walked lightly along the way, hiding from the light, trying his best to avoid sweating and causing his hair to fall down. He was a little stiff even when he walked into the room and sat on the sofa. He unbuttoned his formal clothes in advance and his trousers were as straight as a knife...
"Jenny, Jenny!" Della poked her head out from the corner of the stairs, then quickly retracted it like a baby bird nestling in an eggshell to look at the vast and dangerous outside world, calling out to her colleague in a low voice: "The gentleman is dressed as if he is going on a date! Who do you think will be the lady that he would favor?"
"It's not me." Jenny didn't even raise her head, still holding the broom to clean up the dust that no longer existed. "It can't be you either... maybe it's Miss Dilcha - the girl who looked like a little leopard who I met at Mr. Darkholm's place before. She seems to be his 'guide'?"
"The one who looks underage? It turns out that the two of us have 'expired'." Della muttered, pinching her chin.
"I think you've gone bad, or even perverted..." Jenny sighed, "Stop reading Emperor Roselle's books, and don't imitate your speaking style. Wouldn't it be better to read a cookery book when you have time?"
"Can you make anything other than 'chocolate bacon' just by looking at the cookbook?"
"…"
The Jenny sank completely - for the two maids who were not financially free, they naturally could not touch luxury goods such as chocolate. The reason for everything was that the two maids felt that Lu Mingfei's great kindness was beyond their ability to repay him, and they had nothing to offer except their delicious body, so they decided to cook a big meal by themselves to repay their new master.
It was easy to imagine what the maids, who had never cooked before and were very talented in English cooking, could make. In addition to the bread and cherry tomatoes they had bought, the only thing they finally served to Lu Mingfei was a plate of bacon burnt with butter and sprinkled with sugar, which won the evaluation of "chocolate bacon" and "unexpected"...
"Let's skip the part about murder for now." Lu Mingfei, who had been acting as a sculpture for a whole morning, looked at the clock on the wall and joined the conversation. A sticky and bitter taste seemed to still linger in his mouth. Even if he had a good personality, he couldn't help but complain:
"I no longer have any expectations for your two crazy cooking skills. Hurry up and bring the bread and canned sausages over. It's time for lunch, and I need to take a nap soon."
After two days of preparation, the place was indeed stockpiled with a large amount of easy-to-store brown bread and biscuits, canned food with a very long shelf life, and even equipped with the same home first aid kit and portable fire-making tools as Fors... According to Lu Mingfei, even if a zombie crisis broke out, these things would allow them to live a full life and then wait for the elite monsters to come and attack.
But Jenny's expression was a little hesitant. The two of them could survive with a stutter. When they were working before, a bacon fried egg was considered a feast. But Lu Mingfei was different. The maid felt a little sorry for asking him to eat these things.
"I'll go to Mr. Cooper's and pack you a lunch. It'll only take ten minutes. He has seared fish and black pepper steak."
"That's fine." Lu Mingfei didn't care. He took out a 5-sol note and handed it to the girl, "Three copies, including yours."
The maid wanted to refuse, but the boy just smiled and waved, signaling him to go and come back quickly. In fact, his mind was no longer on today's lunch. Although Klein had reminded him long ago that the "Tarot Club" was just a fake and shoddy platform for free riding led by the leader of the evil god, when it came to the first meeting, Lu Mingfei still couldn't sleep all night like a primary school student who was about to go on a field trip.
2:30 p.m.
After wandering around the living room for more than two hours and having basically digested his tasteless lunch, Lu Mingfei told the two maids not to disturb his nap. He then went through the side door to the bedroom of another villa and sat down. He suppressed the urge to enter the gray fog and waited for Mr. Fool to summon him...
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Above the blurry and empty mist, a majestic temple stood tall, with an old and mottled bronze table quietly placed there. Suddenly, three dark red balls appeared next to the old and mottled bronze table, blurring and stretching into illusory human figures.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool." Audrey, who had added a blur effect, stood up and saluted, preparing to praise the other party for the success of the prayer ceremony. However, before she could finish her prepared lines, her surging memories had already caught up with her. Fortunately, this was not the first time, and the girl did not show any fear or panic. She only lost consciousness for a short time before adjusting her mood and smiled:
"It's a pity there's no wine here, otherwise we could toast to your successful attempt...Also, thank you again for your help."
She looked at the two men sitting opposite her, and her eyes finally fell on Lu Mingfei. Mr. A, "Charm", and even the things she unconsciously recorded during "Charm", the information that the Aurora Club spent 10 pounds and blew up a "Shepherd" to get, were all presented to the girl.
He even knew her height, weight, age, and measurements... Audrey even felt that Mr. Fool and the goddess might not know as much as she did.
"Thank you for saving me from the Aurora Society." The girl took a deep breath and continued with mixed feelings: "Mr. 'Emperor'."
The sudden change made Alger Wilson hold back the compliment he was about to give. Even though his instinct reminded him to be discreet, he still couldn't help but look at Mr. Fool, and then turned to the new man next to him.
For a moment, three eyes fell on Lu Mingfei, making him feel as if he was back to the speech contest in his freshman year of high school. The vice-principal, who was full of scholarly temperament, was not satisfied with Mr. Lin Yutang's statement that "a wonderful speech should be like a miniskirt worn by a girl, the shorter the better..." So with a light cough, he demoted the boy who was about to receive applause and laughter into a prisoner of destroying public order and morality.
But now is not the time to show a flattering smile. Lu Mingfei raised the corners of his mouth that were covered by the gray fog, and recalled the relaxed and arrogant posture of his own younger brother. He leaned towards the high-backed chair behind him and said softly:
"Mr. Fool, you have done something unnecessary again."Chapter 56 Good jobTitle of the Book:Secret: Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be GodAuthor's name: Abandoned.Chapter word count: 2062 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-14 15:03:24
I am not, I didn't, it was the gray fog that acted on its own!
Although Klein didn't know what happened between Lu Mingfei and Miss Justice, it was obvious that this Tarot Club started with him tampering with the girl's memory. Judging from Mr. Hanged Man's expression, he had obviously figured out that Mr. Emperor was Mr. Fool's "old friend". Now Lu Mingfei's maintaining his status was an assist...
"Heh, the Tarot Club has only been held four times so far." Klein also spoke in a relaxed tone, implying that the number of times Lu Mingfei tampered with the other party's memory accounted for half of the number of times the Tarot Club was held. "You still have to respect girls, Mr. 'Emperor'."
Sometimes, to highlight the majesty, you only need a qualified opponent to talk to. Lu Mingfei understood Mr. Fool's idea and cooperated by lighting up his golden eyes:
"You are so great and upright, Mr. Fool. Are you the human form of the Giant of Light?"
As early as the moment the boy closed his eyes, Audrey roughly guessed what would happen next - Lu Mingze left too deep an impression on her. Even though she knew that the person who came here was most likely Lu Mingfei, she still immediately looked away.
But it was different for the unfortunate Alger. The moment he faced those golden eyes, he seemed to have returned to the night when he first went out to sea.
The black sea surface suddenly rose with waves like mountain peaks, and the eyes like gas lamps seemed to burn forever. Then the sea water flooded back, and the waves stirred up were like a rainstorm sent by God to wash the whole world!
Klein used the gray mist to gently support Mr. Hanged Man, who was about to fall under the table, and continued in a tone that no one else could understand: "I am not a civil servant of the M78 Nebula."
Yes, three minutes is not enough for a meeting. Lu Mingfei complained in his heart, then waved his hand as if he had had enough fun, extinguished his golden eyes and said to the girl opposite: "I apologize to you, Miss Justice. I will not tamper with your memory casually anymore."
In other words, will they still do this when necessary? After coming to his senses, Alger dared not look at Lu Mingfei again. He was horrified and excited—this was the meeting before the gods!
This is the game between the ancient gods!
Even a single look from him is enough to make a mortal collapse... Even though he is already a Sequence 7 Navigator, he is no different from a weak ant in front of Mr. Emperor and Mr. Fool!
Alger felt the chill coming from behind him and roughly understood that it was the protection from Mr. Fool—this was natural; without Mr. Fool's protection, he would have lost control long ago.
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Fool." Alger stood up and saluted. "I'm sorry, I was away from land this week and didn't get the new Roselle diary."
"This does not require Roselle's diary as a reward." Although Klein really wanted to accept a dozen diaries as a reward, he did not do anything. He just helped the other person before he fell. If he accepted the reward in this way, it would make Mr. Fool seem too stingy. He comforted him, "This is destined to be a long process."
"I praise your virtue." Alger touched his chest again and saluted, then sat down again. Lu Mingfei continued to maintain his persona and did not speak.
Just like a child throwing a tantrum. Audrey opened her eyes after receiving the apology. After thinking about it, she still felt that Lu Mingfei was much more restrained than the little boy in him. At least he didn't really fight with Mr. Fool. If it developed into the situation they played "games" before, she didn't know if she could survive. So she continued with the topic raised by "The Hanged Man":
"Mr. Fool, I obtained a page of Emperor Roselle's diary this week, so I still owe him one page."
Klein finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling fortunate that he and Lu Mingfei had cooperated well to put the matter behind them. He also prevented Miss Justice from pursuing the matter of memory tampering.
Just for this, Lao Lu should treat him to a big meal!
"You can 'express' the diary now." He said in a relaxed tone, "Two copies, and one for Mr. 'Emperor'."
"OK."
This is intended to ease relations!
Audrey and Alger made their judgment. After all, this was Mr. Fool's kingdom of God, and it was also the time when the Tarot Club was held, which was the time when "He" had the strongest influence on reality. In addition, they were two members of the Tarot Club... It could barely be called "the right time, the right place, and the right people" as Emperor Roselle said...
But even so, Mr. Fool did not pursue the Emperor's usurpation of power and took the initiative to back off. What a kind god he is!
Klein didn't know what the two of them were thinking. He silently waited for the girl to express Roselle's diary. He gently raised his hand and handed the two diaries to himself and Lu Mingfei respectively.
"Fuck the silent smile. When I become a high-sequence expert, I will beat up every 'Fortune Teller' I see!"
The national curse at the bottom caught his eye first, causing Klein's expression to freeze under the gray mist. He read it from beginning to end without giving up, and then he was sadly sure that he had read the diary sent by Miss Justice.
"Mr. Fool?" Audrey couldn't help but be curious and wanted to take a look at the gray foggy space. But when she looked up, she saw the figure at the top and Lu Mingfei put down their diaries at the same time. She couldn't help but hesitate and said:
"Is there anything wrong with the diary I provided? Sorry, I can tell it's a forgery..."
"It's not a forgery, it's just a repetition." Lu Mingfei continued, "It's the same as what I got from the church."
"Ah? I'm so sorry..."
"It doesn't matter." Klein shook his head. "I believe you didn't get the diary from Mr. Emperor… If you get the diary again later, you can give it to Mr. Emperor for identification first."
"Okay." Lu Mingfei was very happy that he could see it first, but he still shrugged and said, "Who gave me the spiritual root of labor? I am born to be helpful."
"Is there a foundation-building stage, golden elixir stage, and soul stage?" Since no one else could understand, Klein didn't have the patience to complain. When he encountered words that couldn't be translated into Loenese, he used Chinese directly, but his tone was a little deeper: "Your job is like that of the altar purifier, but it's a good job…"
"You are the Altar Purifier, I am at least a Golden Winged Peng." The remaining food from others belonged to the Altar Purifier, but the Golden Winged Peng's sealed guardian got to eat it first. Lu Mingfei said this in a sly way and turned to look at Alger:
"Mr. The Hanged Man?"
In fact, he really wanted to. After all, he didn't know what was recorded in the Roselle diaries submitted by himself or others. It would be a bit presumptuous to submit them repeatedly. It would be great if someone could figure it out in advance.
But here's the thing…
He dared not.