Chapter 295: Only My Unique Method Chapter 295: Faith

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

In truth, describing Yin Senyong's departure from the Martial Arts Hall as "fleeing" is inappropriate. Although Chen Yi verbally restricted him from leaving the Martial Arts Hall and controlled him to possess no more than three Konjac, beyond that, Yin Senyong came and went freely at the Martial Arts Hall.

Were it not for the fact that the status of a willing captive impaired a Knight's dignity, Yin Senyong would likely have chosen to stay in Jiangning for a period of time. Hot baths available anytime, delicious vegetables and grains, and comfortable bedding... the women dancing in the "television" were all good-looking, and even more captivating when they took off their clothes...

Yin Senyong also did not consciously leave the Martial Arts Hall; he merely got up in the morning, felt hungry in his belly, went to the Canteen where he usually ate, yet did not know why it had not opened — weekends are the Martial Arts Hall's rest days, and aside from a small portion of students, most Jiangning locals had gone home, so the Canteen therefore would not start business until noon.

The higher a Knight's rank, the more he eats; Yin Senyong was unwilling to offend his stomach, so he vaulted over the Backyard wall to forage for food, followed the fragrance to a breakfast stall, ate 60 Steamed Buns and 20 Fried Dough Sticks in one go, then downed three bowls of soy milk in one breath, before letting out a comfortable burp.

The morning air was very good; Jiangbei's enterprises had been shut down for a long time, but the Big Trees planted back then had grown tall, making for quite a fine scenery.

Since he had come out, Yin Senyong did not intend to go back.

He comfortably twisted his Neck a couple of times, prepared to get a Mount, and go see a farther place; with his identity, becoming a City-state Knight would still be easy.

The Lady Boss came out to set up her stall every morning, skillfully cleared the bowls and chopsticks on the Table, looked at Yin Senyong's appearance and laughed: "You're a student from the Martial Arts Hall up front, right? Young people nowadays are truly powerful, able to eat ten or twenty Fried Dough Sticks at a time. One Fried Dough Stick is fifty cents, 20 sticks is 10 Yuan, 6 steamers of Steamed Buns is 18 Yuan, plus 3 bowls of soy milk at two Yuan each, 30 Yuan and one cent total, I'll call it 30 Yuan."

A Worker sitting at another Table laughed: "Lady Boss, business is really good."

"The Martial Arts Hall has several thousand people, it is better than before." The Lady Boss generously admitted it; before there was no Martial Arts Hall, selling 500 Yuan a day counted as top business, nowadays on ordinary days it won't stop at 1000 Yuan, people who can eat a 30 Yuan breakfast are not just this one.

Yin Senyong did not understand the Lady Boss's words, but he understood words like "Yuan".

After eating, one must pay the bill!

Yin Senyong knew this rule, but he truly forgot. Whether in Malacheng City-State or when at the Martial Arts Hall, when was there ever a time one had to pay money to eat...

He felt his Pocket; on his person he only had 2 strings of Copper Coins... Yin Senyong slapped them all onto the Table at once, then looked at the Lady Boss to see if she nodded or shook her head.

West Continent's Copper Coins are very large, one coin 50 grams, a full tael in weight, 10 coins to a string is one catty, two strings of copper are worth seven or eight Yuan, but if calculated at scrap iron prices, it is nowhere near enough no matter how you figure it.

"Aiyo, this... first time seeing this." The Lady Boss laughed, handed the frying of Fried Dough Sticks to her niece, took out paper and pen from the shabby account book, laughed: "No money is fine, you Martial Arts Hall students, many of you come out running and cultivating in the morning and don't like to bring money, when it's time to go back you feel hungry, so you come to Auntie here to run a tab. Write down your term and name at the Martial Arts Hall, send it over when done, and next time you come eat, running a tab works too."

Small business owners fear officials running tabs the most, but fear ordinary people running tabs the least. Someone who can eat 60 Steamed Buns and 20 Fried Dough Sticks is like carrying a Martial Arts Hall ID card.

But Yin Senyong cannot write characters, and he also does not know what the other party is saying.

He pointed at the Copper Coins again; Yin Senyong was very depressed in his heart, these coins, let alone buying some grain Steamed Buns, would be enough to buy a piece of Land.

The Boss at the breakfast stall, however, did not recognize the copper coins; the Lady Boss's son urged: "Say a sentence!"

The Boss's family talked in a babble; Yin Senyong hesitated, then took out a Konjac. West Continent's temple Faith resembles Holy Qiao's Temple, but one Faith Yin Senyong persists in has some difference from outside Holy Qiao's Six Major Faiths — "Mercy".

In other words, as long as there is a ten-thousandth possibility, Yin Senyong must consider the needs of the weak party he faces, therefore turning around and leaving is not allowed.

In fact, Knights who have not yet reached Divine Art Level mostly keep themselves pure, especially attentive in small matters and Details. Because they do not know what kind of trials await them in future days, do not know if they can truly guarantee Justice, guarantee Humility, do not know if they can remain Loyal to the Temple... if they arbitrarily keep only one precept while ignoring others, then in the coming years, a single mistake would make all their efforts to become a Divine Art Knight go up in smoke.

On the other hand, if before becoming a Divine Art Knight, one can retain a few more Faiths, then when praying for Divine Arts, there is always a bit more possibility, and once successful the strength will also be greater...

Yin Senyong finished the Konjac in two or three bites, then opened his mouth to explain: "I didn't bring money."

"Ai, thought you... what. One guess tells all." The Lady Boss swallowed the two words "mute", face smiling: "Running a tab is fine, just register in the notebook."

The lowest grade Konjac cannot read; Yin Senyong considered slightly, then said: "Are there any people here who are greedy by nature, bloodthirsty and brutal?"

Robbing the rich to help the poor has never violated the Knight Code.

The Lady Boss froze a moment, said: "Does the Factory Director count?"

"Oh, where is he?" Yin Senyong's eyes lit up, though in others' eyes it looked a bit scary.

"Heard he immigrated to Australia."

"Not this City-State?"

The Lady Boss foolishly said: "Not this city."

Yin Senyong's face full of hope: "Then where else are there such bandits?"

The Boss's family figured it out, this person's brain probably has a bit of a problem. The son muttered on the side: "The city's 'Jinyu Mantang' is greedy enough, sells diamonds passing off inferior as superior, selling moissanite as diamonds, if you have the ability go there."

"Don't listen to his nonsense..." The Lady Boss hurriedly stopped him, people who have eaten more Salt know, inciting is not a good thing...

"What is Jinyu Mantang?"

"It is a Gold Shop."

"What is that like?"

The Boss's son pointed at a "Zhouzhoufu" not far behind that was about to go out of business, said: "A shop specializing in jewelry."

"Please wait a moment." Yin Senyong left gracefully, not leaving behind a single Feather.

Mercy is not Justice; him paying the money later is the same.

The Lady Boss no longer stopped Yin Senyong, waited until he walked far then complained to her son: "30 Yuan is a pity, but you must be careful speaking, is Jinyu Mantang easy to provoke? Didn't you go make trouble there before?"

"He asked who is greedy, isn't Jinyu Mantang greedy?" The son unwillingly retorted, said: "Me buying a diamond is not easy."

"Let you be greedy for a bargain, jewelry at 40% off."

After a while Martial Arts Hall students came to eat, the Boss's family immediately shut up.

Making breakfast is quite hard, busy until noon, several people almost forgot the strange person from the morning, but Yin Senyong returned at this moment.

He does not recognize characters, on the road he ate another Konjac before finding Jinyu Mantang, right now he wrapped a Clothing's worth of money, Diamonds and gold jewelry, spread them open on the greasy plastic Table, pointed at the Lady Boss, then pointed at the bundle, signaling they could casually take.

Normal people, who would dare take. Just those Diamonds flashing with faint light, who knows how much they are worth.

"Little brother, you hurry and go, in a bit, we'll call the police. Small business..." The Lady Boss rambled on.

Yin Senyong must do the work of his Faith, therefore grabbed a handful of money and jewelry, forced them into the Lady Boss's hand, then rode away on a Bicycle. The bike was snatched from the hands of a person who insulted him; according to his philosophy, a Commoner insulting a Knight, not depriving them of life counts as Mercy; as for Justice, he long ago stopped caring about it.

This kind of two-wheeled small vehicle, although it cannot compare to a Mount's agility, if pedaled fast enough, is still faster than those fat Automobiles.

Yes, when Yin Senyong exerted his two legs, pedaling desperately, this ordinary Bicycle instantly turned into a human-powered Motorcycle, darting left and right, throwing one Automobile after another behind him.

The Bicycle emitted a "click-click" protest sound, but could only run faster and faster, actually overtook two Mercedes-Benz cars, and instantly blocked the fast lane.

"Huh?" The person in the car cried out in surprise, patted the front seat, said: "Follow behind him, don't overtake."

"Yes."

"Master, we're going to attend the celebration." The speaker was the dark-faced young monk who had appeared the other day.

"I know." The monk named Ru Ding stared intently at the bicycle ahead, his expression focused.

"Master, what's wrong?" His other disciple asked from the passenger seat.

"Oh, look closely. Is the bicycle he's riding just an ordinary one?"

The dark-robed monk Qingjing, whose name belied his nature, widened his eyes and watched for a moment. "It seems so. A modified bike?"

Ru Ding shook his head. "This person has grasped the true essence of mana. Mana flows through every part of that bicycle."

"Mana?" Both disciples were instantly shocked. Qingjing finally dropped his contemptuous attitude and asked cautiously, "In our sect, it seems only you and Grand-Uncle Master have cultivated mana."

"I achieved it at forty-eight. Your Grandmaster praised me as a once-in-a-century genius."

"Then..."

"Call Mayor Fang's secretary. Tell them we've been delayed en route."

"Yes." While dialing, Qingjing couldn't help but ask, "Master, can you attach mana to a bicycle?"

"Who would do that?" Ru Ding smiled bitterly. "Even a shred of mana requires days of chanting to obtain. To do it like him... one would have to waste years of bitter cultivation..."

Yin Senyong, however, hadn't noticed the car tailing him. To maintain a relatively steady speed, he was expending ever-increasing amounts of strength and Pocket Qi.

The surrounding air seemed to have turned into molten iron, pressing down on him relentlessly. In no time, Yin Senyong was drenched in sweat, his legs feeling as if pinned under the feet of an elephant, making every pedal stroke an ordeal.

A police car approached with its hazard lights flashing. The officer inside gestured for Yin Senyong to pull over. The proud knight naturally wouldn't obey a commoner's command, but he truly could ride no longer.

The pressure around him multiplied, already making it hard to breathe.

"What kind of restriction is this?" Yin Senyong panted, abandoning his bicycle to stand in the fast lane.

A chorus of harsh braking sounds rang out behind him.

"Stop the car." Ru Ding wished he could get out right now, just for the chance to perform before this person.

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