Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

0017 169 Love Phrases Every Roman Should Know

Zhou Yun was slightly taken aback. Looking down, he saw a child wearing a linen robe and a silver cross around his neck standing beside him.

That child was the one Zhou Yun had met at the market entrance earlier... Oh, right, this is the only Catholic church left in the entire city of Macurag.

So Zhou Yun reached out his hand to the little girl.

"Fish sauce," Zhou Yun said to him with a smile.

"Ah!" The girl was stunned for a moment before realizing that Zhou Yun was asking for the free fish sauce: "Okay, please sit down for a while, I'll go get it for you right away."

As she spoke, the little girl ran to a shelf in the corner of the church, then quickly ran back and handed Zhou Yun a glass tube that was probably about the size of his finger.

Zhou Yun pinched the small glass tube between two fingers, brought it close to his eyes, and squinted to see that it contained half a tube of viscous, amber-colored liquid.

So few...

The young girl smiled and said, "Our fish sauce here is all fermented in-house, and it tastes much better than the imported one from Tarasal. If you try it and like the taste, you can buy a few bottles."

"We also have bread here, you can try it now."

Zhou Yun shook the fish sauce in his hand, which was probably enough for half a mouthful, and said hesitantly, "Then, shall we try it?"

"Two skewers for one serving of bread," the little girl said with a smile.

"...Why don't you just rob it?" Zhou Yun couldn't help but reach out and rub his temples.

"Robbing is illegal!" The little girl frowned, looking at Zhou Yun with a somewhat helpless expression, as if Zhou Yun had asked a very stupid question.

If it weren't illegal, I'd seriously consider just robbing them...

Zhou Yun felt that the style of this Catholic church was quite different from what he had imagined.

"I'm here to see your bishop," Zhou Yun said, stuffing the tiny fish sauce into his pocket.

"Ah!" The little girl was taken aback for a moment, then said, "So you're an acquaintance of Bishop Agrippa, I'm so sorry!"

"Yes, so I'd like to trouble you..."

"I misspoke earlier, the bread costs three astronauts." As she spoke, the little girl extended her hand to Zhou Yun again.

"Uh, I was introduced by Mr. Lucretius." Zhou Yun slapped his forehead helplessly and explained to the little girl again, feeling a bit of a headache.

The little girl suddenly realized, "So it was Grandpa Lucretius who introduced us!"

"Yes, yes, so—" Zhou Yun nodded.

"Four Asahi." The little girl stretched her hand forward again.

Zhou Yun's expression froze.

"Don't be upset. When Grandpa Lucretius himself came, he always collected five-star items!" the little girl said seriously.

You scam half the time from strangers, but get the whole bunch from acquaintances, right...?

In the end, Zhou Yun still took out two biscuits and stuffed them into the little girl's hand.

"I'm not familiar with Lucretius, nor do I know your bishop. I simply need to speak with him."

The girl who received the money quickly grabbed a piece of bread from the shelf next to her and handed it to Zhou Yun before running towards the back of the church.

Zhou Yun took the bread the little girl had given him and found a seat in the front row of the church.

He broke off a piece of bread and put it in his mouth.

He didn't add fish sauce. Last night, that bottle of Tarrasal fish sauce made him think he had swallowed two Nurgle Spirits whole... Hmm?

Zhou Yun let out a comfortable hum.

This bread contains walnuts and cranberries. The aroma of wheat, the slight bitterness of walnuts, and the sweet and sour taste of dried cranberries intertwine to create a unique flavor.

While eating, Zhou Yun began to admire the mosaic painting in front of him.

A silver dragon, a golden knight, a pure silver lance, a crimson banner, a steed blacker than night, scorching sand...

Gradually, Zhou Yun began to experience fragmented hallucinations, and memories began to surface in his mind.

He felt his perspective gradually align with that of the golden knight.

He felt the sand slapping against his face, and the light reflected from the silver dragon's mercury-like scales shone on his skin.

The aroma of spices permeating the North African landscape filled his nostrils, and he held in his hand the pure silver spear, which Erda had personally carved with runes.

He saw everything rise into the sky in a way that defied the laws of physics, saw gravity reversed... no, it was the dragon that redefined the concepts of up and down, so up became down, and down became up...

He saw the flag wrapped around the spear entangle the dragon's neck, saw the dragon let out a piercing wail, and saw the Mars drawing ever closer.

He heard the dragon's sharp, explosive roar as it was dragged underground on Mars, and sensed its emotions.

He once roamed the stars, slaughtered countless races, fed on the stars, and even the Eldar god of creation, Val, was a defeated foe. Even the Old Ones fell to him.

But now, He...

*The primitive knight of Grass-like Ma!*

Zhou Yun rubbed his temples a few times, trying to pull himself out of that fragmented memory.

It's the Emperor's memories again... but this time it's different from the last. The Emperor's memories have truly provided him with knowledge and skills.

He learned one of the emperor's thousands of skills: he learned... "169 Love Quotes Every Roman Must Know!"

"You primitive knight of the grass-nibbles!" Zhou Yun couldn't help but curse, mimicking the dragon.

The memory gave Zhou Yun a headache. The image of the dragon was completely beyond human comprehension, making Zhou Yun feel dizzy and lightheaded. He couldn't help but lower his head and rub his temples.

His gaze unconsciously fell on the base of the mosaic, which was engraved with a list of names, seemingly a list of donors when the church was built.

One of the names inexplicably caught Zhou Yun's eye...

"Ollanius..." Zhou Yun murmured the name, feeling a strange sense of familiarity.

Before Zhou Yun could even think about the origin of the name, footsteps sounded behind him.

Bishop Agrippa of the Macurag Catholic Church rubbed his eyes a few times.

Could it be that the illusion of the Temple of Illirium is starting to haunt me again?

He had just seen a golden knight sitting in the front row of the church, a golden knight exactly like the one in the mosaic...

Agrippa blinked a few times and found that the golden knight had disappeared, leaving only an ordinary-looking Macurag man sitting there.

Was it really just a hallucination?

Agrippa pounded his head a few times; the war in the far north had not only taken away a leg, but also Agrippa's sanity.

Ever since he destroyed the temple in Illyria, he has often seen visions.

I saw winged angels, pale ghosts in dark blue armor, and black-armored lions unleashing phosphorescent fire from the heavens to destroy Illyria...

Only in this Catholic church did his symptoms find some relief.

"Are you Lucretius's friend?" Agrippa, with his prosthetic leg, walked over to Zhou Yun and sat down next to him.

"Zhou Yun, a student of Professor Lucretius." Zhou Yun nodded slightly to Agrippa.

"Agripa, well, let's just say he's the bishop of this church," Agrippa shrugged. "What brings you here? If you want to convert, pay six dinars for baptism. If you want to hear the story of how my Lord impregnated a virgin and gave birth to Him, pay twelve dinars."

Zhou Yun looked at Agrippa and suddenly realized that he and this priest would have a lot in common.

But right now, the important matter is still the priority.

"I wanted to ask..." Zhou Yun briefly explained that he owed money to the Church of Simeneta.

"...You've got the wrong person. I really can't help you with this."

Agrippa waved his hand:

"I don't get along well with the other temples; I've isolated them all."