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Chapter 372 Doggerel (I)

Walking on the cobblestone streets of Amalfi, Liu Yonglu felt that he had underestimated the organizational skills and performance enthusiasm of the Holy See extras.

Originally, he thought that the other party had arranged an "immersive experience" route for him. Only then did he realize that the Holy See had really invested a huge amount of money, and the entire Amalfi population was mobilized!

Every now and then, someone would pop up from the street corner, doing the same kind of ups and downs as what happened in front of the square before, first performing a heart-wrenching tragedy, and then suddenly, in his own... Liu Yonglu felt that he was not involved.

Anyway, people just treat it as if they are participating. With their participation, whether it is an old lady in her seventies or a boy in his teens, they all "repent" and worship towards the Holy See. Usually, there are always "spectators" who pull them aside to be witnesses.

This kind of thing is still good, at least there is a small plot twist, and Liu Yonglu can just watch it for fun.

What I fear most is the kind of people who walk towards me from afar, glaring and expressing their true feelings, using poetry, prose, painting, sculpture, and other art forms including but not limited to the above to hold a long-planned saint praise meeting in the street.

This group of people often display their works like a peacock spreading its feathers, and then shamelessly ask others to comment on them.

What did Liu Yonglu say? He said, "Stay away from me, you psychopath?" Isn't that a bit of a dampener on the enthusiasm of the Holy See's cultural and entertainment work?

He could only patiently encourage them one by one:
"very good."

If the performer was particularly hard-working and sweat appeared on his forehead, Liu Yonglu would add:
"Not bad."

While enjoying the performance, Liu Yonglu was also wondering, how come all these people knew that I was Saint Barlan? It was impossible, because from the tone of many people, it seemed that they didn't know much, and they were trying to get me to talk in various ways.

But how did so many people recognize me at first sight? Do they have my photo?
Looking back, Liu Yonglu realized that the problem was with the little genius brother and sister, who had been wearing their own white robes with flails from beginning to end.

Liu Yonglu had asked Haverston before, how many judges were there in total?
Haverson's answer was that there were less than 50 people. This is where the problem lies. It is estimated that this is how the Archbishop and Diocese of the Holy See arranged it.

"As long as you see a pair of blond Inquisitor siblings, you can perform and dance as much as you want!"

The little genius brother and sister walked behind Liu Yonglu like a pair of big light bulbs, attracting the attention of passers-by wherever they went.

Seeing Saint Barlaan looking at them, the little brother and sister were quite happy, they held their heads high and chests puffed out. Haversn had taken out the Holy Lance at some point and was holding it in his hand, just like a guard of honor.

Along the way, the little genius brother and sister were the only two among the six people who didn't feel anything was wrong.

In their eyes, what kind of place is Amalfi? It's at the foot of the Holy See! How can it be the same as a foreign country like Moses Sadeh? The people there have always been simple and honest!
Of course, the local residents seem to be more enthusiastic today, but there is nothing strange about that. After all, St. Baraan visited the promised land, and there is spiritual communication between saints and believers. Isn’t that normal?
"You two, keep your distance... Well, it's getting dark now, and I'm afraid someone will attack me from behind."

"Yes, Mr. Ricky."

Liu Yonglu still had to take care of the two people's emotions. Fortunately, the little genius brother and sister were pure in nature and believed what they said. They obediently dragged themselves to the back of the team.

Just at this moment, the door on the left side of the street opened again, and a middle-aged man with a goatee walked out. He was dressed very elegantly in a gray suit with the collar and cuffs decorated with gold thread. There was a fountain pen in his jacket pocket, and he held a poetry collection in one hand and a red wine glass in the other.

As he opened the door, Liu Yonglu glanced inside and saw that the atmosphere in the room was lively. A young man in his twenties was standing on the table talking loudly, and there were many guests in the audience whistling and cheering.

"Sir, look...hiccup...the moonlight is so beautiful tonight, the bohemian poets are singing the romance of knights, the ostentatious politicians are boasting about their ideals and political enthusiasm, and you..."

"but me……"

Liu Yonglu pointed at his nose.

"I think you must want to sing! Sing about the beauty of the world, talk about the empty future, poetry is like honey on the tip of the tongue, my friend, don't be shy, join our salon, let the sky hear your voice!"

Hiss...you're crazy!
Liu Yonglu had no doubt that the man in front of him was also a stooge hired by the Holy See, because he did not close the door after he came out. Many young men and women in extravagant clothes inside the door were now peering at Liu Yonglu outside the door, whispering to each other, as if they knew him.

This psychopath speaks in a very different way. I guess he's not an ordinary extra, but at least a group leader.

Liu Yonglu actually guessed it right. In the Western Continent of Victoria, there are two labels. One is the Holy See, representing piety, and the other is art and literature, representing elegance.

Although Amalfi is not the largest city in Victoria, it still has countless salons. The man with a goatee in front of you is a darling of the salons and a leading figure in the art circle.

Like the painter, he knew that a great figure was coming today.

The local parish priest told him that if this great man could leave a poem for you and hang it in your salon, it would be of great significance and would bring honor to the salon.

So after seeing the little genius brother and sister from the window, he strolled out.

"Poetry...what poetry?"

"It doesn't matter if it's a tercet or a sonnet. If poetry is based on a framework, it's like a fish out of water. No matter how gorgeous the words are, they will be pale and powerless."

"Can we just go ahead..."

Millie Tang whispered in Liu Yonglu's ear that the enthusiasm of the Holy See was indeed beyond her imagination. These people from the Holy Maiden Sect were simply insane.

"Well, when we get to the Holy See we'll have to go to the library to borrow books. Just be patient. It won't hurt to recite a poem." Liu Yonglu comforted Millie Tang.

"Any poem will do? Then how about the four of us...each of us write a limerick?"

The man with the goatee didn't know what limerick was. He took a sip of red wine, tilted his head and looked like he was waiting for the order.

"Well, anyway, each of you has to say one sentence at a time, so just follow the flow."

Liu Yonglu first reminded Mi Li'er and Ling'er behind him, thinking, I can't be the only one to be embarrassed, let's do it together. At this time, Botticelli and his best friend Lorenzo were hiding behind a truck carrying hay on the street, spying on every move on the street.

The two of them, like the extras of the Holy See, locked onto the little genius brother and sister. As long as they followed these two inquisitors, they would not get lost.

"Botticelli, how about... forget it..."

Lorenzo was disheartened. Amalfi was originally under the control of the Holy See, and now he was aroused by Saint Barlaam. It would be extremely difficult for him to get close to Saint Barlaam without being noticed.

If they just rushed over without caring about anything, it was estimated that in the next second seven or eight priests would jump out from the buildings on both sides, stuff rags into their mouths and drag them into the dark prison.

"I thought there would be hope if Saint Barlaan came... I thought there would be hope if Saint Barlaan came..."

Botticelli muttered to himself that the painful nightmares and the fearful life of escape had almost driven this poor young man crazy, and Saint Barain was his last hope.

But hope is right in front of me, but I still can't take this step!
At the same time, his inner faith in the Holy See began to waver. From a distance, he saw the cruel expressions and cold eyes of the inquisitors when they were searching for him. They had weapons used in law enforcement in their hands, and if he was really caught, he would probably not even be given the chance to defend himself.

“Hmph, Holy See, they are no longer practitioners of the Saint’s will. Compassion and kindness are worthless in their eyes.

Look at how fawning they are now, they are simply a bunch of ridiculous clowns!"

Lorenzo beside him complained with disdain. Yes, he was a member of the Sahagun School, and it was from him that Botticelli learned those outrageous remarks.

"Let's go. If Saint Baran can't do you justice, we'll find another way."

Lorenzo tugged at Botticelli's sleeve and prepared to leave.

"No! If the person in front of me is really Saint Balaam, he would not be blinded by the noisy vanity. I believe that the saint will open the door for the suffering and wronged people to talk, and I just need to wait patiently and devoutly!"

Unlike Lorenzo, Botticelli grew up in the church. Although he had a rift with the Holy See at this time, he was still devout in his faith in the saint.

Even though the road ahead was full of thorns, he still believed in the saints.

The hay-filled carriage was not far from the salon. The two could still vaguely hear the conversation between the saint and the goateed man hiding behind the carriage. At this moment, in Botticelli's eyes, the saint looked up at the starry sky with his hands behind his back and suddenly began to recite a poem:

"One, two, three, four"

Liu Yonglu just made up a lie.

"Everyone passing by among the stars is a guest."

Millie Tang looked at Goatee. It was getting dark now, so she wanted to find a place to eat early.

"Because boredom leads to ugliness."

Ling'er glanced at Liu Yonglu and Millie Tang and disdained the two men for being uneducated.

"Hey!"

Xiaohu is still the same as usual, he would never say two words if he could say one.

"…The words are gorgeous and the meaning is profound! The form is refreshing and extraordinary, especially the first sentence…"

Goatbeard was stunned for a moment, and then he racked his brains to find a bunch of words to compliment Liu Yonglu's "stroke of genius".

Liu Yonglu's nose almost got crooked with anger. Extraordinary? I was really talking nonsense. I couldn't pay attention to these lunatics anymore. Mi Li'er and Xiao Hu were both shouting for food.

I have to hurry and prepare food for my wife and kids so I don't have to play with that idiot anymore.

But Liu Yonglu thought again... No, the Holy See would definitely make arrangements for me to have a meal. The old town of Amalfi is only the size of a palm. No matter which restaurant I choose to eat in, it will definitely be an ambush.

While I was eating, two people suddenly showed up. One asked for his autograph and the other asked me to comment on the songs and poems he wrote. Should I continue to eat?
Why not go back to the hotel? I can do it myself! At least I can have some peace and quiet:
"Let's go back to the hotel. I'll make you something tasty so you don't have to eat out."

"Okay, I have no objection."

Millie Tang and several others also raised their hands in agreement.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Ling'er said she wanted steamed buns."

Xiaohu answered first, saying that he and his sister had telepathy, especially those particularly strong emotions that could not be hidden.

Ling'er glared at his brother fiercely.

"Dumplings... The dough needs to be fermented to make dumplings. It's too late. How about we make dumplings?"

PS: When the four people were speaking doggerel, just think of it as Liu Yonglu and the others speaking Moses Sadeh Mandarin. I translated it into Chinese.

Hey, there's no way. If you don't understand it this way, you can't do this job.

(End of this chapter)