People are on the Ark, assisting Oma Zi-O

According to normal logic and the script, shouldn't you be asking me why it's a super low-spec youth mini version? Then I'll tell you how advanced and awesome Galatron's technology is, and then highlight how talented and powerful Korciel, the super low-spec youth fan who can replicate this technology, is.

But now Theresa seemed to be in some special state. She looked at Klosier in silence.

"Your Highness?"

"Nothing, I was just wondering why you, Koluchil, only made a super low-profile youth mini version."

Theresa came back to her senses and smiled at Korsil, who suddenly became energetic after hearing his question and began to talk incessantly about how powerful Galatron's technology was, but in her mind she began to think about some questions about the mysteries of the human body and mechanical ascension.

Andon, who had been watching the conversation between the former Demon Lord of Kazdel and the current leader of Rhodes Island Heavy Industries, silently turned his head and looked back at the surveillance camera.

At this time, Ark, Kal'tsit and the others had already disappeared from the surveillance camera's view, and the door of the docking port had been closed, isolating Rhodes Island and Lateran again.

"hope everything is fine."

Chapter 456: The Pope’s Thoughts on Desserts

"Wow, this is Rutland."

Shuiyue looked around with a little surprise at the mostly white buildings around him, and the ice cream trucks that could be seen everywhere attracted his attention the most.

"Hey bro, would you like some ice cream?"

Sakota, who was at the back of the ice cream truck, waved to Shuiyue in a friendly manner. The latter glanced at Fang Zhou, Amiya and others in the front of the team, and at the former's eye signal, smiled and walked briskly to the front of the ice cream truck.

"What flavors are available? Any recommendations?"

Shuiyue looked expectantly at the ice cream bucket in the ice cream truck and saw all kinds of ice cream lying quietly inside, waiting for someone to come and buy them and taste their smoothness and deliciousness.

"Recommended flavor? Of course it's the sea buckthorn flavored ice cream that's been quite popular with His Holiness lately."

Mostima and Fiammetta, who followed Shuiyue to the ice cream truck, changed their expressions after hearing the stall owner's words.

"Sea buckthorn? What is that?"

As an Agor from the East, although Shuiyue has traveled to the north of Dayan as well as Ursus and Casimir, she has never seen or heard of the fruit of sea buckthorn.

"I don't know much about this. I just heard it seems to be a special fruit that grows in the wilderness. It seems to be very rich in vitamins. Hahaha, His Holiness has reached the age where he cares about vitamins."

When this was mentioned, the ice cream truck owner couldn't help but burst into laughter, while Mostima and Fiammetta had already retreated silently.

"Fruits rich in vitamins, that sounds great, but how do they taste?"

"As for the taste, I think it's okay. It's sour and quite delicious. If you like sour things, you might consider ordering some."

Looking at the sincere smile of the ice cream truck owner, neither Mostima nor Fiammetta could tell whether this guy was lying or not. After all, there were many vendors in Lateran who had a bad taste in recommending special flavors just to see the weird expressions on other people's faces when they ate them.

After all, the Sakotas are a group of fun-loving people, not the strict and stereotyped priests rumored by the outside world.

Now Mostima has lost her empathy ability due to her fallen angel. Otherwise, she would only need to feel it a little to know whether the stall owner in front of her was lying or not.

"Doctor and Miss Mostima, what flavor would you like to eat?"

Shuiyue turned his head to look at Mostima and Fang Zhou who had followed him to the cart stall. He was quite interested in this sea buckthorn flavored ice cream. After all, it was a taste he had never tasted before. And if it was sour, he thought he could tolerate sour food, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

"I'll go with the matcha flavor. What about you, Kal'tsit and Amiya?"

Fang Ark turned to look at the two people beside him. Kal'tsit thought for a moment and chose the most common milk flavor, while Amiya seemed to want to try the sea buckthorn ice cream. After all, the yellow color was similar to carrot, and the sour taste shouldn't be too bad, right? And it was also the flavor that Pope Lateran liked. As the supreme leader, he probably wouldn't like those weird and special flavors.

Amiya also sensed that the ice cream vendor in front of her had no ill intentions, and he didn't seem to be lying when he said he thought sea buckthorn tasted good.

Well, it has made a great contribution to the survival of civilization.

In the end, Ark and Mostima both chose matcha flavor, Fiammetta asked for chocolate flavor, Kal'tsit got milk ice cream, but Suigetsu and Amiya chose the sea buckthorn flavor ice cream recommended by the stall owner.

"Amiya, I have to say that it's really up to you to choose the flavor of ice cream, but I think you'd better not have too high expectations for this sea buckthorn flavor."

When the two were choosing flavors, Fiammetta had already advised them, but out of curiosity, Little Rabbit and Shuiyue still chose sea buckthorn flavored ice cream.

Out of his own moral conscience, Fiammetta felt that he still needed to warn Amiya and Shuiyue not to have too high expectations for the so-called Pope's Selected Sea Buckthorn flavor.

"After all, those old guys' taste has never been very good. The only good one is the Wisteria Flower and Grape Melaleuca that your grandfather recommended last time. Although the taste is indeed quite subtle, it is not bad."

Fiammetta glared at Mostima, but he did not refute what she said. After all, what she said was true. Those old guys, including his grandfather, did have their own unique insights into the taste of desserts.

"Is this like this?"

Although she didn't know much about it, when Amiya heard Mos Tianma talking about the Wisteria Grape Melaleuca, her intuition decisively sensed that something was wrong. Even the sea buckthorn ice cream that originally looked delicious in her hand seemed to emit a faint purple and gorgeous scent.

"Really? I think it's okay."

But while Fiammetta and Mostema were still talking, Shuiyue on the other side had only half of the ice cream in his hand left.

The orange-yellow ice cream melted quickly in the mouth and tongue, and the exciting sour taste spread from the taste buds on both sides of the tongue to the entire tongue and deep into the brain. Although there was a hint of bitterness, the taste was still acceptable to Shuiyue.

The fact that Suigetsu looked fine after eating the ice cream also made Mostima and Fiammetta feel a little suspicious. Could it be that the Pope and his men had chosen a dessert that tasted normal this time?

"Woo!!!"

However, the next second, seeing Amiya's face almost twisted to a point, Mostima and Fiammetta decisively gave up the idea.

Sure enough, the tongues of those old men were not normal at all.

“Water, water, water!”

Taking the water bottle from Fang Zhou's hand, Amiya drank nearly half of it in one gulp, washing away all the ice cream stuck on her tongue. However, the sour taste in her mouth continued to irritate her nerves, so Amiya finally decided to go all out and closed her mouth tightly. After a moment, her frown relaxed.

"Have you recovered?"

Fang Zhou looked at Amiya, and his eyes twitched slightly.

If he saw it right, when Amiya shut up just now, did he vaguely see a golden light flashing on the little rabbit's tongue?

Is this how you are supposed to use the power of the devil?

"Yeah, I've recovered."

However, Amiya soon frowned again as she looked at the sea buckthorn ice cream in her hand which she had just tasted.

I've only taken a small bite of this, should I throw it away? That would be such a waste.

But if I forced myself to continue eating, I really couldn't eat it. This thing was too sour and astringent, even sour to the point of being bitter.

Why would the Pope of the Lateran like this taste?

Noticing Amiya's conflicted expression, Fang Ark decisively put the matcha ice cream in his hand into the little rabbit's hand, and then took away the other's sea buckthorn flavored ice cream.

"Doctor!"

"If you can't eat it, don't force yourself to eat it. You eat that, and I'll give this to you."

"But……"

Amiya wanted to stop him, but Fang Zhou had already taken a bite. Under the watchful eyes of Mostima and Fiammetta, Fang Zhou chewed calmly and then swallowed the ice cream.

"Doctor, do you think this tastes delicious as Mr. Shuiyue does?"

Mostima was curious, watching Ark, who seemed completely unaffected. Could it be that the leader of Rhodes Island had the same taste preferences as the Pope? If so, then surely the conversation would go more smoothly.

"No, but I have stronger control over my body. I turned off the sour taste buds on my tongue. This way, I can't taste the sourness of the sea buckthorn. Instead, I can only feel the subtle sweetness hidden behind the sourness. You know what, this light sweetness is quite delicious."

Turn off taste bud receptors?

Fiameta raised her eyebrows and looked at Fang Zhou in shock.

She understood it if it was turned off, and she knew about taste bud receptors, but why couldn't she understand it when the two words were put together?

Is that something he can turn off whenever he wants?

Amiya's hand, which was hanging in the air, fell back helplessly. She turned her head to look at the matcha ice cream in her hand, and watched Fang Zhou carefully eat all the remaining sea buckthorn ice cream.

In fact, she didn't care about Ark's taste.

The distance between the Apostolic Palace and Plot No. 5 is not very close. After taking a quick look at the scenery of Lateran, the few of them chose to drive to the Apostolic Palace, the political and religious center of Lateran.

The magnificent white building symbolizes the supreme power of the Lateran. In religious terms, the Pope who resides here is the representative of the "God" in the Lateran Church, the universal patriarch of the Lateran Church, and shepherds the people on behalf of God. In political terms, the Apostolic Chamber represents the highest power in the Lateran. Here, the Pope handles state affairs with the cardinals and determines the trajectory of the Lateran on this land.

Two fully armed musketeers were loyally guarding their duties on both sides of the door to the Pope's Hall. When Fang Ark and others approached, they looked at them with scrutiny from behind their helmets.

Mostima and the others knew her, the only Fallen Angel in Lateran who could now freely roam the Holy City. As for Fiammetta, both as a rare Liberian among the Gun Riders and as the granddaughter of Patrizione, they all recognized her and acknowledged her abilities as a Gun Rider.

As for the four people on the Ark...

After Mostima presented the four people's application to visit the Pope and the document of approval signed by the Pope himself, the two musketeers immediately let them pass.

"Xiao Fei! Xiao Fei! Why are you here just now? I've been waiting here for half a day."

Just as he entered the Pope's Hall, before he had time to marvel at its splendor and beauty, a tall musketeer rushed over like an angry beast of burden.

"Why does it take so long to pick someone up? I'm almost falling asleep waiting here. Please consider his health."

The musketeers who came here gave people a huge sense of oppression just by standing there, mainly because they were too tall. Even Fang Zhou could only reach about his chest. It seemed that his height was almost two meters, right?

"Oh, you're the ones coming to see the Pope, right? The Doctor from Rhodes Island, Dr. Kal'tsit, and Miss Amiya. This should be Shuiyue, right? My name is Patrizión, and I'm a Glimmer of Light, Xiaofei's grandfather, and also a Papal Knight. I'm here to receive you."

"Patrician Rifleman, please use my more formal name during work hours instead of those code names that don't make any sense."

When he heard the name of the Glimmerwatch, a vein popped out on Fiammetta's forehead. He looked at the tall old man in front of him with disgust, and his words seemed quite indifferent.

"Um, Xiaofei?"

"..."

"Alright, Gunner Fiammetta. Ahem, Gunner Fiammetta, Papal Knight Patrizión is here to meet you and the guests from Rhodes Island according to the mission procedures. First, please ensure the guests are safe and sound. Please go ahead and report to the Pope. I will arrive with the guests later."

Having been a musketeer for more than 50 years, Patrizión has said this kind of official jargon countless times. Although he seldom says it anymore as he gets older, these things have long been engraved in his bones as memories and have almost become conditioned reflexes. After typing the first word, the rest will be said very smoothly like a chain reaction.

After hearing this set of official rhetoric, Fiameta showed a barely perceptible smile on his face, then raised his head slightly like a proud phoenix, and took the somewhat helpless Mostima to the top floor of the Pope's Hall to meet with the Pope to give a work report.

"Oh, this kid... Hahaha, sorry to have embarrassed all the guests from Rhodes Island. Xiaofei, this kid is usually quite nice, but he has a temper that makes him a little too serious sometimes. He's just like me when I was young."

Although his words sounded like complaints, the musketeer named Patrizión showed no sign of hiding the happiness and pride in his words when he talked about Fiammetta.

"Of course, if she could evaluate Ramkawood's films from a more fair perspective, then she would be more like me."

Are Blue Card movies the ones full of explosions, light pollution, and all sorts of meaningless plots?

It’s not that Fang Zhou has any prejudice against this film company, but if he compares this so-called Blue Hollywood with the Hollywood movies of the 1920s, Fang Zhou feels that he should watch the latter.

"Haha, enough of the small talk. Before Xiao Fei and Mostima finish their reports, I, the veteran musketeer, will take you on a tour of the Pope's Hall. Ordinary people don't have many opportunities to enter and visit here."

Chapter 457 The Pope is Coming

"This is the church. The Pope usually speaks here when there are major events or conferences."

Patrizión pointed to the lecture table in front and the rows of benches below. This is where the Papal Palace usually holds meetings and events.

Of course, this is more of a party than a papal meeting.

After Fiammetta and the others went to report to the Pope, Patrizión took them on a tour of the Papal Chamber. Of course, they only visited some basic occasions, and some work departments just walked by the door and talked briefly, and it was impossible for them to go in and take a look.

Along the way, Patrizión took them to visit the art collections of the Papal Palace, the holy relics in historical legends, and of course some memorial halls of successive popes. Finally, he brought them back to the cathedral in the center.

The bright atmosphere makes the church feel warm. Compared with the sacred feeling in people's impression, Amiya feels more of a sweet and sticky feeling like cream.

Uh, if you smell it carefully, it seems that you can actually smell some light creamy scent here.

"Oh, that smell! Haha! The cakes from the bakery are ready. Come with me, everyone! This boring church is just for a quick look. If there's one thing I'll never forget about the Vatican, it's not the stained glass or the murals. I'm telling you, it's the bakery's desserts. The desserts in the Vatican's bakery are a hundred times better than those from the bakeries out there. Come with me! Now I can start cooking for myself."

Seeing Patrizión's excited look, Fang Zhou and the others, who were being taken to visit the Pope's Palace, could only follow this musketeer to the bakery of the Pope's Palace that he highly respected.

The further they followed Patrizión inside, the more distinctly they could smell the sweet aroma. Finally, they came to a slightly busy hall, where they could see many Sakotas going back and forth, packing cakes and taking them out.

"This is?"

Shuiyue looked curiously at those people who were talking and laughing as they left with the cakes, then turned to look at Patrizión who was leading the way.

"This is for retired musketeers who have made outstanding contributions while serving. Every Sunday, the bakery at the Vatican will create custom desserts for these retired musketeers. If there are no requirements, they'll randomly choose between a fruit cake and a chocolate cake. Of course, you can also call the Vatican on Saturday and tell the bakery what kind of dessert you want. You just happened to be there today, haha."

"Patrician Gunner! What brings you here? Your Holiness's cactus tarts will have to wait a while longer."

The chef who came out of the bakery greeted Patrizión warmly when he saw him, and then wondered why he was there at this time. On weekdays, Patrizión would sometimes come to the bakery at noon, but usually he would help the Pope get the cactus tarts after he had finished his meal. Now, let alone getting the cactus tarts, there was still some time before lunch.

"I'm not here to help the Pope get the cactus tarts. I'm here to show my guests around. Look, these are the guests from Rhodes Island."

Patrizión moved sideways to let Fang Zhou and the others, who were blocked by his tall figure, move out of the way. This allowed the bakery owner to see that there were four people behind Patrizión.

"Guests? Rhodes Island?"

Although Rhodes Island has submitted an application, not everyone knows that a land ship will visit Lateran today and be received by the Pope. However, the always optimistic Sakotas do not care about these causes and conditions. Since they are guests and brought by Padrision, there is no problem.

"Since you're a guest and have come to my place, why not try some of the cake I made? Don't worry, the old musketeers have already made the cake, and the ingredients are readily available, so it will be ready soon."

The baker happily walked back into the kitchen. The kitchen was semi-open, and even from outside, Fang Zhou and the others could see that the wealthy-looking Sakota took out the cake base that had been baked long ago and began to spread cream on it.

"Since you've already made it for the guests, why not bring me another one, old Bart."

"No problem, just a side job."