Chapter 569: Playoffs

Lu Yizhan stood up helplessly on his knees and took up the task with a smile, "I know, I'll go out to buy food, what do you want to eat?"

"I'll have the yellow throat!" Mu Sicheng was the first to actively raise his hand, "And tripe!"

"I don't know if there's anything fresh left at this hour." Lu Yizhan takes out a note and looks up at Georgia and Armand, "You two are the guests, so you order first, anything you don't like or want to eat?"

Georgia shook her head, "There's nothing I don't eat."

"What's a yellow throat ......?" Armand frowned, "What's tripe again?"

Mu Sicheng clutches his chest in contempt, "You don't know what you're talking about, this is what you have to order at a hot pot!"

"And what are those things?" Armand questioned, "You don't look like you know exactly what these are either."

Mu Sicheng's expression of contempt froze on his face.

He didn't really know what they were, he just knew they were tasty.

"The yellow throat is the aortic vessels of the cow, cut from the heart and then turned over and washed over and over again, turned over and torn off the membrane of the vessels inside, reshaped into sections, blanched for a few dozen seconds and ready to eat, it's crunchy and has a vascular crunch to it." Muke explains with a friendly smile and a gentle tone, "Tripe is the stomach of a cow, turned over and washed three times, there are lots of tentacles layered inside, all of which are used by the cow for digestion."

"And yes, we eat brains, they're delicious."

Armand: "!!!"

What horrible parts are these! What a horrible thing for people to eat here! Is it heresy!

Armand's face instantly went white with shock as he pointed at Mu Sicheng and stated in horror, "I don't eat anything he eats!"

Mu Sicheng: "......"

There is an inexplicable feeling of being offended.

When Lu Yizhan left, Bai Liu turned his head sideways to Georgia: "Go to the study, we'll talk about your soul."

Georgia let out a long breath as he stood up and sincerely thanked him, "Thank you."

When Bai Liu and Georgia went to the study, Spades, who had been in a murderous mood before, was calm after seeing Georgia and didn't intervene or stop them from the beginning to the end. Are you afraid Bai Liu and Georgia will run away?"

Spades looked up at Mu Sicheng for a moment, his tone flat: "It won't run."

Mu Sicheng was full of interest: "Why? You were so alert before."

"Before Bai Liu talked about him, there was desire." Spades lowered his eyes and answered seriously, "But after meeting, there was no desire."

Mu Sicheng was filled with questions, "What does ...... mean?"

Liu Jiayi, who had been watching the drama in silence, couldn't help himself ==.

The previous talk about Georgia Bai Liu having desires was not about Georgia as a person, it was about his money, and seeing Georgia face to face, not seeing money, Bai Liu certainly did not have desires.

Spades' perception of Bai Liu is amazing, and although he doesn't understand it at all, he can feel it, and Bai Liu's personal feelings are invisible in front of Spades.

Liu Jiayi silently sipped his drink from his cup and sighed - if Bai Liu ever had second thoughts, he would probably be discovered by Spades as soon as he stepped through the door.

Tang Erda looks into the study and the breath she had just let go of is lifted again.

...... wonders how Bai Liu will negotiate with Georgia.

Inside the study.

Bai Liu sits on the sofa in front of the bookcase, and Georgia sits in the chair, a little repulsed at first by the slightly dark atmosphere of the study, and the layout - it reminds him of the dream.

But the moment Bai Liu turned to his side and switched on the floor lamp, the warm orange light flooding the room, Georgia was stunned.

On the sofa in this room are two coats, one of Spades' and one of Tang Erda's. On the floor are a few books that have been opened and not cleaned up, with Muke's handwriting on them, a fruit tray on the desk with fruit candies, mandarin oranges and melons, a half-peeled orange next to it, and a small pile of melon shells, which it is obvious that Liu The pile of melon shells, which can be seen at first glance, is the work of Liu Jiayi and Mu Sicheng.

A lively and messy atmosphere of life comes over you.

"Sorry, I haven't had a chance to clean up the study." Bai Liu gestured for Georgia to sit down, "Is that okay?"

Georgia relaxed completely and he smiled very softly, following Bai Liu's gesture to sit down, his tone even a little wistful, "It's fine."

"...... When I was younger and took Armand to do things in the Third Council, there wasn't much time and the house was cluttered like this."

"It is true that I was wrong to have cheated you out of your soul notes on the pretext of being a soul best friend." Bai Liu admitted his fault with a good attitude as soon as he sat down, "...... if you ......"

"Did you lie to me?" Georgia laughed in a rare flirtatious way, his eyebrows softened in the warm yellow light, the seriousness of the stereotype was diluted in this atmosphere, "Aren't you the best friend of my soul?"

Bai Liu paused, and he smiled back, "Indeed."

"You have memories of that time when I traded souls with you?"

"Hmm." Georgia lowered his long eyelashes as he recalled, his tone dazed, "Though it did start out angry and even alarmed, I was terrified that you would use my soul to hurt someone I cared about once you had it."

"But you've actually been protecting them, even better than I have."

Georgia looks up at Bai Liu: "- either Gloren, Armand, or Mr Lu Yizhan."

" It is true that Gloren cannot have a crown prince whose soul is controlled by others." Georgia's tone was calm, "But I have often wondered, am I really fit to be the monarch of this kingdom?"

"The path they chose, the naive aspirations and the courage to face the world now full of apprehension, I have worn out in the intervening decade."

"...... went back to Gloren before and people welcomed me with joy, hugged me and cried bitterly praising me for doing the right thing in the first place, that they shouldn't close themselves off and huddle up and live a life of indifference, but go out and face the world and take on everything that was thrown at them. "

"I should have been relieved by that."

Georgia was quiet for a long time before she continued in a soft voice: "But I only felt fear."

"The more heretics I experienced and the more tragedies I saw during these ten years, the more I became afraid, and I slowly became what the Gloren nation was when I wanted to protect them completely from the dangers in the world."

"Even Armand, who stands next to me and fights with me, makes me uneasy."

"I know it's not right." Georgia dropped her eyes to her empty palms, "But what kind of right can last a thousand years?"

"There is no right that lasts a thousand years." Bai Liu spoke plaintively in reply, "And why chase after a right that lasts a thousand years?"

"One can only survive for a hundred years, and to be able to trace ten years of being right is a very great thing."

Georgia was stunned.

"There is only one thing that I know of that has survived for a thousand years -" Bai Liu said calmly, raising his eyes, "- and that is the evil god. "

"But as far as his existence is concerned, it's a mistake for everyone now."

"It's just surviving for a thousand years, in pursuit of some kind of right being, and then to put it another way, maybe the pursuit of some kind of survival for a thousand years in pursuit of some kind of right being might all end up going to the same extreme as the evil gods."

"- it's like if you go after protecting your nationals for a thousand years from all harm, that protection will end up being a harm."

"It's like the Gloren of old."

Georgia lapsed into silence.

There was the noisy sound of Lu Yizhan returning from his sale outside the door, and Bai Liu turned off the light and got up to go out: "From my personal point of view, I think you're still fit to be king."

"...... why ......" Georgia asked in a very soft voice in the darkness.

Bai Liu replied calmly, "Because you're a good person with a brain."

"Your decisions are not always absolutely right, but you certainly try to avoid mistakes that hurt people, and that's enough."

Lu Yizhan knocked on the door, "Are you ready to talk? I'm ready to cook!"

"All right." Bai Liu pushed open the door and swept Lu Yizhan, who was poking his head around, "Negotiated."

Lu Yizhan looked at Georgia's normal face as she walked out behind Bai Liu and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that the negotiation is done."

Georgia takes off her coat, hangs it on a hanger and takes the dishes from Lu Yizhan's hand in a very natural gesture: "I'll help with the cooking."

Lu Yizhan was startled and subconsciously tried to snatch it up: "No need Georgia!"

Georgia looked pale, but held it in her hand, seemingly without force, but the bag of vegetables deflected silently his way: "Since I am here as a guest, there is no reason for the host to do it entirely by himself."

"...... It is rare for you to be our guests here." Lu Yizhan face with a smile, under the hand secretly make, not moving to pull the food bag this way, "always is I cook, also no guests play hands, you guys have a good rest, wait to taste my hand can be."

The bag of vegetables was moved back.

Georgia's tone was condensed: " Mr. Lu, I've studied the food here carefully, and Armand can testify that I'm very good at it too, so why don't you take a day off and try my work?"

Lu Yizhan smiles and snorts, "Really? I don't believe it."

" Bai Liu also complimented me on the home-cooked taste of my food, and there's no reason to make a guest cook when they've come from afar."

The bags went back and forth, and Georgia and Lu Yizhan politely fought a dozen rounds, with the bags going back and forth like tug-of-war ropes between them, but not in anyone's hands.

"Is this what the top tactician pulled before?" Muke seemed to understand, his gaze staring solemnly, "Pulling for so long without hurting a dish."

Mu Sicheng's eyes widened as he watched, his mouth open wide: "...... What is this?"

Liu Jiayi examines it half-heartedly and comments seriously, "...... cultural exchange it might be."