After sitting down, the nun regretted it.
War of the Gods continues, but there is an additional dog-headed strategist on her side.
"Why is there a 'one stick' but not a 'four stick' here?"
"You have four of the same ones, why don't you just fight them?"
"Why don't you eat when she says "six circles"?"
"Why didn't you just win by touching yourself?"
The nun was photographed by Sylvie. Every time Sylvie asked a question, she immediately played her cards according to Sylvie's ideas. She didn't win the last one...
After several consecutive failures, Sylvie finally realized his problem and shut up immediately.
Then the nun immediately won, completely confirming the title of Sylvie dog-headed strategist...
"Sorry, how much money you lost in this round is mine." Sylvie planned to make up for his mistakes in his own way.
As a result, the nun said quietly, "What we are betting on is not money, but time."
"Ah?" Sylvie was stunned, not understanding the mechanism of this "betting on time".
Using War of the Gods, have the nuns found a way to cut and share their own time?
Isn't this nonsense...
"It's the time to harvest the leaves." The nun said sheepishly, "The lowest price is 1 minute, and the loser has to work for the winner."
Sylvie suddenly fell into deep thought.
When the nun next to her who had been winning saw this, she quickly said, "Let's just settle down this round and not bet on time."
"That's right, that's right. Forget it this round." The other two immediately agreed.
Sylvie himself had no better way, so he had no choice but to nod.
She just helped the nuns harvest the leaves and didn't care whether she was embarrassed or not. The nuns' brain circuits were different from ordinary people in this regard.
But after all, she couldn't leave His Highness Ron too far. She had to ensure His Highness's safety at all times. She couldn't stay with Prayer House to accept punishment.
"Sister Sylvie, I'm not betting anything in this round anyway, why don't you help me finish it?" The nun finally saw that Sylvie was being thin-skinned, so she quickly stood up and gave up her seat again.
Nothing could be said this time to make Sister Sylvie shirk away.
Sylvie looked at the empty chair in front of him again, feeling very moved in his heart.
She coughed twice to cover up her embarrassment, walked to the chair and planned to sit down. "Then I will play a few games first..."
"Sylvie! It's time to go!"
Ron's voice came from the door of Prayer House, making Sylvie's body stiffen as he was about to fall down.
She looked at the War of the Gods in front of her and the "Ear of Rice" card that was turned over on the table, and had no choice but to stand up slowly, feeling a touch of regret in her heart.
She walked towards the door and sighed inwardly when she saw the nun sitting on the throne again.
There was once an opportunity in front of her, but she didn't cherish it. She regretted it only after losing it. The most painful thing in life is this.
"What's wrong? Are you in such a low mood?" Ron looked at her strangely.
"It's okay. Thank you for your concern, Your Highness." Sylvie shook his head, his cheeks slightly red from embarrassment.
The three of them got on the carriage and rushed towards the city.
The carriage was driving on the street, Ron rested his elbows on the window rails, watching the street scene in boredom and retreated.
Suddenly, a touch of coldness fell on his cheek.
"Well..." Ron raised his hand and touched it, then looked towards the sky.
Only tiny snowflakes were seen falling down, like a slow drizzle.
It's snowing.
"Let's have hot pot tonight, Sylvie, is there anything you want to eat?" Ron turned around and asked.
The two have known each other for more than a month. After living together and getting along day and night, Sylvie has roughly figured out Ron's character and temperament, so when Ron asked casually, he was not polite:
"Chinese cabbage, bean sprouts, mushrooms, potato slices, tofu skin, enoki mushrooms, hairy tripe..."
"Okay, I'll buy it later." Ron smiled and nodded, then looked at Guy, "Do you want to go to the store to have a meal together tonight?"
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness." Guy shook his head and smiled, "My mother-in-law is still at home waiting for me to come back, and the food will be cold if it is late."
"Tsk." Ron was fed dog food and rolled his eyes, "When you use up the seasoning I gave you last time, ask me for it again. I have plenty here, and the same goes for the tea."
Guy thanked her repeatedly and praised, "The seasonings His Highness sent are really magical. In the past, my mother-in-law was not willing to eat more of her own food, but now both of us have much bigger appetites."
"And that tea leaf. Now I'm in great condition. My mother-in-law also said that I have a bad night... ahem... Well, she also said that my health is much better."
Guy stopped talking mid-sentence and looked at Sister Sylvie embarrassedly.
Ron suppressed a smile and said, "Well, it's good as long as it's useful."
Guy got off the car at the intersection near his home and said goodbye to Ron and Sylvie.
Under the instructions of Ron, the driver drove to the market.
"Nora likes to eat fish. I bought two fish and cut them into fillets."
"Yuna likes... forget it, it doesn't matter what she likes, just buy whatever she likes."
Finally, Ron and Sylvie bought the ingredients for tonight's dinner and rushed to Flower Shop.
As they approached Flower Shop, Ron saw a carriage parked at the door in the distance, and couldn't help but raise their eyebrows.
After getting off the car and walking into Flower Shop, Ron saw Edith sitting next to the coffee table and uncle Elf Race next to Edith.
In short, judging from the appearance, although this Elf Race maintains racial advantages and fair complexion, he no longer looks like a young man.
If he were a human, he would be about forty or fifty years old.
It also needs to be the kind that requires consistent exercise and maintenance all year round.
Converted to the age of Elf Race, this is estimated to be on the way to 300 years old.
This is the elf sacrifice that Edith mentioned before. Ron saw him after the original sacrifice ceremony.
Subsequently, Elf Race purchased hundreds of Scale Vine plants from him, and it was this elf priest who was also responsible for the purchase.
"Your Highness Ron." Edith saw Ron entering the store and immediately stood up to greet him.
"Edith." Ron nodded in greeting, then looked at the elf priest, "Gweil priest, long time no see."
"Your Highness Ron." Gweil drew a pattern of God of Life's religious emblem on his chest and greeted him politely, "Long time no see, I'm sorry to bother you."
"Sorry for coming back late and keeping you waiting. Why don't you let me treat you two to dinner as an apology." Ron was not in a hurry to talk business with the other party directly, but invited.
Gweil looked at the sky and naturally agreed happily, and followed Ron to the living room on the second floor with Edith.
Nora took various ingredients and carried them to the kitchen for processing.
I made a hot pot soup base and added some golden Resin to it for freshness.
I made several hot pot sauces according to the recipe of Ron, and also added some Spice Fir fruit powder to it.
Soon, the "medicated" hot pot soup base and seasonings were brought to the table.
Street Diary: I woke up at 2:30 in the middle of the night, subconsciously took out my mobile phone, clicked on the backend, and saw another reward information from a big boss, starting with "1". I was very happy, even one yuan is the recognition and encouragement of readers~ Ten yuan can make me happy. Oops. I clicked on it and was stunned for a moment. I thought I just woke up and my eyes were blurry, so I put on my glasses and counted carefully, eh (nodding confusedly), shit! (suddenly shocked), 1234 four zeros - 10,000 rewards from the helmsman of "Believe in Fengxue Bar"! (Bow~)
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