People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 1003 'The Truth in History'

This is a past event that has been completely lost in the long river of history.

On the land of Terra, in a slightly dilapidated village called Kazdel.

Two people with strange racial characteristics get together.

"You came."

"I am coming."

"You shouldn't have come."

"But I'm still here."

After a simple opening statement, the two men looked at each other solemnly, but in the end, their eyes fell on the wooden box in each other's hands.

"Looks like you succeeded."

"Each each other."

"Then... let us witness it."

Trying their best to suppress their excitement, the two men squatted down.

A man took out a rough linen blanket and various kinds of fired pottery bowls and chopsticks from a wooden box.

The man introduced with some pride:

"These are the techniques I learned from the relics dug out of the earth. They are called weaving and pottery making. With these, it will be much more convenient for us to eat in the future."

The other person silently opened his wooden box, revealing the white, soft and elastic food inside.

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said confidently:

"The skills you learned are certainly important, but without the unique delicacy called tofu pudding that I learned, your tools would be nothing more than soulless objects."

"Heh, it looks like we can't decide the winner again."

The two looked at each other, both revealing a look of mutual admiration.

Afterwards, they stopped wasting energy on arguing and excitedly began to share the tofu pudding using ceramic bowls and chopsticks.

After the meal, the two sat contentedly on the linen blanket to enjoy the breeze.

One of them licked his lips and sighed:

"Tofu pudding will definitely become a great invention that will benefit this land."

Another person chuckled and said, "Your weaving and pottery making are not bad either."

"Thank you, but I think that although tofu pudding is good, with a smooth texture and a refreshing fragrance, it still lacks a little excitement."

"What a coincidence, I think so too."

The two looked at each other again, and both felt that the other was worthy of being their confidant.

Without any hesitation, they both expressed their thoughts at the same time.

“I think it should be a little saltier!”

“I think it should be sweeter!”

The atmosphere instantly fell into a suffocating and depressing state.

The two looked at each other in disbelief, and then their faces gradually began to turn red.

"What the hell are you talking about! How can this thing possibly be sweet?!"

"I want to say this to you too! Tofu pudding must be eaten salty!"

There was no transition; the moment the dispute broke out, it reached a dead end that was doomed to be irreconcilable.

Two friends who have loved and hated each other for many years have now parted ways. They have each gathered a group of people to support them and started to fight against each other. With the spread of tofu pudding and pottery making technology, the dispute has become more and more intense...

In the room of the cathedral, as Qi Yan finished his story, the room became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Qi Yan picked up the juice in front of him, drank it elegantly, and left a final comment:

"It is sad and lamentable that two people who once shared the same ideals ended up taking different paths. Who knew that the ruins unearthed back then were like a Pandora's box. Once opened, there would be no peace on this land."

The Pope lowered his head slightly, making it difficult to see his expression, but the fact that he was tightly holding the juice glass was enough to prove his mood at the moment.

The Pope lowered his head and whispered, "Mr. Qi Yan... why..."

Andorn's mouth twitched twice, and he hurriedly tried to mediate:

"Qi Yan might just want to make a joke and adjust the situation..."

"Why does this land have salty tofu pudding?" The Pope suddenly exploded, interrupting Andoen's words, "I can't tolerate it. Sorry, I really can't tolerate the existence of such heresy!

I gradually understand everything!

Saints who are walking on this land for the first time, I, Evangelista XI, have listened to your determination that cannot be completely worn out even after countless years. Sakota will not be defeated. Sakota... will eventually achieve absolute victory!"

Andorn:?!

Spicy balls!

The Pope is crazy!

Andorn was so frightened that he stood up and subconsciously shouted to the outside of the door:

"Someone come quickly, where are the medical staff?"

"No need to shout."

The Pope took a deep breath and calmed his agitated heart: "In order to welcome you, I have dismissed all the outsiders, and I am fine. After all, I have seen the world."

"Are you really okay?" Andorn asked doubtfully.

"I'm really fine."

The Pope pressed his hand to signal Andorn to calm down. He looked at Qi Yan seriously and confirmed:

"Can you tell me, do you prefer salty or sweet food?"

Andorn: "..."

He thought it would be better to find some medical staff.

Didn’t they say that people from Rhode Island have already arrived?

Maybe it's not too late to invite him now.

While Andorn was thinking, Qi Yan replied:

“I like spicy food.”

The atmosphere instantly fell into a suffocating and depressing state.

The two looked at Qi Yan in disbelief, and then their faces gradually began to turn red.

"Heretic! You are the real heretic!"

"Qi Yan, what on earth are you talking about?!"

Without any transition, the moment the argument broke out, they reached the ending of... 'Ordinariness is joy'.

Under Qi Yan's dangerously smiling gaze, the two people who had just been in a state of excitement instantly calmed down and sat obediently in their respective chairs, like primary school students attending class seriously.

"Look at you guys. You're so grown up, but you're still acting like elementary school students." Qi Yan taught him a lesson. "As a person, you should learn to be brave enough to try new things. If you don't try it, how do you know it's not suitable?"

The corners of their mouths twitched wildly. They wanted to curse, but they didn't dare to.

Just when the two popes were about to go crazy from the urge to express themselves, there was a knock on the door.

A woman's voice came from outside the door.

"Your Holiness, I know you are in an extremely important meeting, but you told me before that when the last delegation enters the Lateran, I must report to you immediately, even if the sky falls."

"It's finally here." The Pope sighed.

Qi Yan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows:

"Is this your real arrangement as mentioned by Willliv?"

The Pope's condition was obviously not right. He seemed to be under some unspeakable pressure. He was a little dazed and could not hear that Qi Yan was not aware of his arrangements at all.

He stood up by holding the armrest of the chair and said to Andorn regretfully:

"This moment has finally arrived. The audience with the law can only be postponed. I hope you can understand."

Andorn looked at the Pope in confusion.

He discovered that the Pope at this moment was different from the state of being possessed by the fun man who had just been caught up in the dispute between salty and sweet. The Pope was truly in a state of inner struggle, and that kind of anxiety and depression could not be expressed clearly in words.

"Please follow me. At least, I hope you two can accompany me for the last part of this journey."

The Pope turned and walked towards the door.

Andorn looked at Qi Yan tentatively, but the latter could only spread his hands and responded with a helpless expression.

On the main street of the Holy City of Lateran, this street is the main road leading to the cathedral.

The streets, which are usually very popular, have once again reached a new peak in traffic due to the holding of the International Summit these days. Looking around, people of all races are mixed together, and under the influence of the peaceful atmosphere of Lateran, they all unconsciously relax their usually tense emotions and enjoy the precious tranquility of this holy city.

A black commercial vehicle was parked at the edge of the street, with the cathedral gate in front of it.

Sakota, wearing the uniform of the International Messenger, pushed open the driver's door with stiff movements, walked to the back door step by step, and reached out to help the messenger inside open the door.

A pair of gray rabbit ears popped out first. Amiya looked around and got out of the car.

But instead of heading for the cathedral immediately, she turned around and reached out her hand towards the car.

With her other hand resting on Amiya's small hand, a woman in a white dress walked out of the car, her long pink hair and black horns bathed in the warm sunshine of the holy city of Lateran.

Theresa looked around, observing the various people around her, and was also seen by the people around her.

The original noise on the street seemed to be quickly swept through a layer of filter, spreading rapidly around Theresa, and even the warm sunlight seemed to have lost its warmth.

"Amiya, let's go and accept the invitation to participate in this grand event."

Theresa's gentle voice echoed in the dead silent street.