This Is a Slap in the Pope's Face!

"..." Wait, what year is it anyway? How come all the monsters and magical girls in the world have made peace?

Or have these strange beings already taken over the world?

Is the current world president the King of Wind City?!

With a shocked expression, Eight Thousand Currents of Reversal and Compliance looked at the date at the bottom of the newspaper... It had been less than a year since he died.

"???????" With a hundred question marks on his head, Eight Thousand Currents of Reversal and Compliance rushed towards the 22nd Group without stopping.

What exactly happened during that year?

Thinking this, Eight Thousand Currents of Reversal and Compliance quickly arrived at the gate of Liangliang Pharmaceuticals, looking at the gate that was basically the same as it had been a year ago.

Finally, he realized that not much time had passed at all.

Then, just as he was about to go inside to talk to Rain Woman, he saw a familiar face walking out of the headquarters of the 22nd Group.

"Huh? 0...451?"

"The... the leader and Janna?"

"..."

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When Eight Thousand Currents of Reversal and Compliance attacked the 22nd Group, he planned with the monster Janna, but their actions were separate.

Therefore, Eight Thousand Currents of Reversal and Compliance had no idea that the Mermaid Monster and the Janna monster would meet again later, or that she would be won over by Cong Yu...

No, it wasn't because she was won over by Cong Yu, at least not primarily.

Eight Thousand Currents of Reversal and Compliance was unaware that the two had been influenced by the peaceful and friendly environment of the 22nd Group, which led them to choose to join the 22nd Group.

The two explained this to Eight Thousand Currents of Reversal and Compliance and gave a general account of what had happened over the past year.

Of course, since the two of them also had to purchase supplies for the group, they could only give a brief overview.

Meanwhile, the boss had already heard the news and came up from the group's underground basement (headquarters) by elevator.

Then, the Mermaid Monster sisters went shopping.

The BOSS, looking on with a sigh, and Eight Thousand Currents of Reversal and Compliance of existential doubt, were left staring at each other.

After all, a lot had happened this year, and the amount of information seemed overwhelming, leaving him somewhat unable to process it all at once...

How could there suddenly be a god-level enemy threatening to exterminate humanity?

"Sister, tell me... all that information is fake."

Eight Thousand Currents of Reversal and Compliance said this, while the BOSS shook his head. "I didn't hear the first half, but they wouldn't lie to you."

The BOSS, Mermaid Monster sister, only arrived after explaining half of what she had to say, so she only heard half of what she heard... but everything she said was true.

There is no need to doubt this.

"So, there really is a god named Moerae, who is preparing to be born into this world, and then prepare to destroy humanity?"

"At the same time, the Monster Emperor decided to stand on the side of humanity."

"The supposedly inflexible the Church has decided to turn all mortals into magical girls and monsters, thus prematurely killing Moerae, who requires 'human existence' to be born... Is that how it is?"

Shunni Sanqianliu naturally nodded in agreement with his younger brother's question, which implied he already knew the answer, "Yes, that's it... If we only summarize the major events that affect life and death."

The Eight Thousand Currents of Reversal and Compliance: "..."

Seeing her brother's silence, the older sister spoke first, "So, now that you've mastered your own Source Currents, what are your plans? Do you want to join the 22nd Group?"

That's a good suggestion.

"Okay, but before that, I plan to wander around Wind City and visit a friend I met a year ago."

As he spoke, Eight Thousand Currents of Reversal and Compliance brushed the dirt off his robe, reminiscing about the time he had discussed cyberpunk themes with his fellow enthusiasts outside the Wind City Grand Cemetery.

It's time for a late-night talk!

Chapter 742 This is a slap in the face to the Pope!

While sitting in the Vatican City restaurant, eating bread, the Snow Woman somehow felt as if she had traveled back in time.

A long, long time ago, she sat facing Cong Yu like this, eating food that was hardly appealing...

Of course, the Snow Woman wasn't saying that the food she was tasting was bad.

All I can say is that the bread tastes a little bland, reminding her of the past when there was no salt, no sugar, no eggs, and no butter.

I didn't mean to say the bread was bad...

Forehead...

Okay, this bread is indeed very average.

The Snow Woman held a slice of bread in both hands, biting off a corner of it; her eyes clearly conveyed this meaning.

"..."

With just a glance, Cong Yu knew what the Snow Woman was thinking. He chuckled and teased, "Are you thinking...?"

"What kind of bread is this? It's amazing that we still know about bread that seems to have no sugar, milk, or butter in modern times."

"It feels like stepping back into the Sengoku period. Why would I be eating this kind of food in such a high-class restaurant?"

"Rather than gnawing on this hard, dry bread and swallowing it with a few tears, I'd rather eat some white rice."

"So?"

As for Cong Yu, who was acting as her mouth double, Snow Woman looked around and noticed that everyone around her was watching the two of them.

Of course, the people around Cong Yu probably couldn't hear Cong Yu's complaints just now... after all, Cong Yu's voice was very soft.

Ordinary people don't have that kind of hearing.

People around them turned to look, simply because Snow Woman and Cong Yu were both incredibly beautiful... dressed impeccably, the two stood out quite a bit in the restaurant.

Moreover, Cong Yu is quite famous now.

Many people recognized the King of Wind City and made the connection that the person sitting opposite him was the King of North Capital.

So, it's more like watching the spectacle or observing the fun.

But these things were clearly irrelevant to Cong Yu. He simply chuckled and spread some foie gras on his bread with his knife, "Because it's deliberately made to taste awful... or rather, very bland."

This is the kind of colorless and tasteless bread specifically designed to highlight ingredients like foie gras, blueberry jam, and caviar.

The taste was indeed nothing to write home about.

"Don't know."

The Snow Woman spoke softly.

Cong Yu explained simply, "Good-tasting bread is like fried rice or mixed rice, while this kind of bread is just white rice..."

Following this analogy, Cong Yu pointed to the bread on the plate. "So, for 'white rice,' the main ingredient is 'rice-mixing sauce.'"

"..."

"Understood."

In response, the Snow Woman picked up a knife, carefully spread a piece of bread evenly on Cong Yu's face, and held it to Cong Yu's mouth.

Cong Yu, however, smiled and caught it in her mouth.

Just as the two were interacting, a haughty young girl's voice suddenly came from the other end of the restaurant. "Who do you think you are? You dare talk to us like that? I said the quality is bad, so the quality is bad!!!"

Upon hearing the voice, Cong Yu and Snow Woman were taken aback.

As for why?

Because the voice belonged to both Cong Yu and Snow Woman, and they recognized it quite well... Wasn't that Dente?

I just mentioned it this morning, and then we ran into each other at the restaurant this evening.

However, considering that this is a five-star hotel that is reasonably close to the cathedral, it is not an improbable event that we might run into each other here.

The problem is...

Why does Dente's current character seem a bit arrogant and domineering, like a rich man's foolish son?

Cong Yu looked over with great interest and saw a person dressed as a hotel waiter confronting Dente and Tereido.

Selena remained seated, holding her knife and fork, looking unsure whether she should continue eating or stand up.

"They started arguing? And they're all people you know, right?"

The Snow Woman spoke, then put down her cutlery and joined Cong Yu, who nodded in confirmation, to watch the spectacle.

At that moment, Dente was furiously berating the waiter, spouting familiar villainous lines.

"Let's not talk about the service, let's not talk about how long we booked, and the crab shells you're using! Those must be the shells that have been used by veterans for dozens of tables!"

Dente's voice boomed through the restaurant like a thunderclap, her face filled with anger and disdain. "You're dismantling crabs, peeling them, and stuffing them back into their shells. Even if the crabs were alive, they'd want to pinch you to death! What kind of abomination are you creating?"

Hearing Dente's words, the Snow Woman couldn't help but chuckle, then turned her head and said, "This child is quite amusing."

Cong Yu smiled as well.

Yes, Dente has always been an excellent comedian.

"Does being a waiter in a five-star hotel mean you can just order guests around? And you were peeking at our legs, weren't you?"

"I said... do you even know who I am?"

"I'll say it one more time, call your lobby manager over here! Or I'll have my people smash up your store!!!"

In response to Dente's outburst of insults and near-physical confrontation, the previously arrogant waiter immediately turned pale and began making a phone call.

The main problem is that things have blown up, and now everyone's just watching the show.

It's quite interesting to eat while watching the commotion.

However, this waiter probably didn't recognize Dente, and of course wouldn't know about the already relatively unknown Tereido.

Sister Selena wasn't wearing her nun's habit because she was going out for a meal... instead, she was wearing casual clothes that looked expensive.

Of course, she was still wearing stockings; her chubby legs felt great.

No wonder that waiter secretly peeked...

After a while, the curtain was gently lifted, and a middle-aged man with a fairly elegant demeanor walked in.

"I apologize for the unpleasant dining experience. May I ask which dish was the problem?"

"And ask... Miss Dente Vermillion?"

The fairly polite middle-aged man spoke with surprise, clearly recognizing Dente...

Almost instantly, his back was covered in cold sweat.

Dente and the others awaited the rest of his story...

"..." For a moment, he had absolutely no idea what to do.

If Dente were merely the Pope's granddaughter, there would be some explanation, but the problem is... many people have access to this information.

Dente's usual course and schedule are basically arranged entirely according to the standards of the "next pope".

So, rounding up, Dente is the Pope!

He had initially heard that some guests were causing trouble because they found something wrong with the crabs, but then he saw...

This isn't just a group of guests causing trouble; it's clearly the hotel itself slapping the Pope in the face!

"Ms. Dente, I'm so sorry, our service was indeed inadequate. We have decided..."

Before he could finish his apology, a woman's uninhibited voice came from the other side of the quiet restaurant. "Ah... our crabs, the meat looks a bit loose and flabby, are they just ordinary crabs?"

As they were talking, the sound of knives and forks hitting crab shells came from the other side, which made the lobby manager's anger rise up, and he immediately looked over—

If we can't handle the Pope's granddaughter, surely we can handle an ordinary customer?!

"Indeed, something seems very wrong."

"The taste was just so-so..."

"It's alright, but it's definitely not fresh enough. Either it's not fresh, or it's just like Dente and the others said."

Cong Yu and Snow Woman, with the unbridled arrogance befitting royalty, conversed as if no one else was around, before turning their gaze to the ashen-faced lobby manager.