"Is this... is this my destiny?" Ronna blinked, sowhat confused about the situation.
Chen Ze’s mouth twitched in the kitchen; he too did not understand why Moriarty had said that. Wasn’t this supposed to be a miracle encounter for Ronna?
According to the information Chen Ze had previously found on Baidu, Ronna should have claid she experienced a miracle, seeing three archangels, and one of the angels told her to drive the English out, then escort the heir to Lance for a coronation ceremony.
But now it turned into Moriarty uttering those words? Could what Moriarty said have any impact on Ronna? Would history then develop along its original track?
Chen Ze did not know, but he decided to wait and see what Moriarty was going to say next.
"Yes, this is your destiny, but destiny can be changed, Ronna," Moriarty smiled kindly, looking like a benevolent uncle.
"Change destiny?" Ronna was even more bewildered; in fact, for a child of her age, things like destiny were too distant, not to ntion Moriarty asking her to et the heir and deal with a coronation ceremony.
"Yes, I will teach you so knowledge. You learn it, then you change your destiny." Moriarty smiled even more kindly, but Chen Ze always felt sothing was off.
Chen Ze stood in the kitchen listening as he put the pizza in the oven, then took the baked pizza out.
After listening for a long while, Chen Ze finally realized what Moriarty was planning to do.
To be precise, it was what Moriarty was teaching Ronna.
He had taught the future Maid of Orléans about the political system of England at that ti, telling her about the beauty of power and what could be done with power.
He even told Ronna that if she replaced the heir, she could build France into a powerful nation.
Chen Ze’s mouth twitched; was Moriarty planning to cultivate a French Empress in another tiline?
And it seed that Ronna was sowhat tempted; after all, Moriarty had touched on things she cared about.
No hunger, no attacks, common people being able to eat their fill, not having to pay high taxes, and...
"Ronna, do you think these braided flowers are truly worth a piece of pizza?" Moriarty, like the Devil, was tempting Joan of Arc.
"...I know they are not worth it..." Ronna said with her head lowered, her inner self wavering.
"As Empress, the wealth of France will be yours. You will be able to repay the store manager," he said, tipping the scales further, causing Ronna’s previously anxious and fidgety hands to slowly clench.
"Ronna, here’s your pizza." Chen Ze ca out, took the six slices of pizza, and put them all into a large bag.
Chen Ze gave Moriarty a glance. He didn’t comnt on the professor’s recent sayings; after all, compared to the fate of the historical Joan of Arc, Chen Ze thought the life of Empress Ronna might be a bit better.
What’s the use of posthumous fa? Chen Ze thought the Joan of Arc in historical trajectories seed a bit more tragic. Although she was also a very heroic figure, her death was quite miserable.
"Thank you, store manager!" Ronna picked it up, seemingly struggling a bit; six slices of pizza, especially this kind loaded with toppings, did have so weight.
After watching Ronna leave, Moriarty suddenly spoke.
"Store manager, why didn’t you stop ? You must recognize Ronna, know of that Joan of Arc." Moriarty looked at Chen Ze; he had noticed sothing different about Chen Ze’s behavior towards Ronna before.
"Eh? How did you know?" Chen Ze was a bit stunned; he rembered not having told the professor that he knew Ronna.
"Because when I asked Ronna’s na, you looked over at the restaurant three tis, which is very unusual," Moriarty said with a smile as he watched Chen Ze admit it.
"I just thought there was nothing wrong with that," Chen Ze glanced at Moriarty, whose table was now clear of any food.
"Professor, it’s ti to settle the bill," Chen Ze said with a smile as he looked at him.
"Hmm, let see, I’ll use this to pay the bill this ti," Moriarty pondered and then took out a pen from his pocket.
To be precise, it seed to be a feather pen, except that this one looked a bit different.
Firstly, it was all made of very valuable materials, a gold shaft, and a gemstone at the end; it looked more like a piece of art than a pen.
Chen Ze was sowhat speechless, but he still accepted it; after all, he knew that Professor Moriarty really didn’t have anything that could excite him.
Eh? Speaking of which...
Chen Ze suddenly rembered that there was sothing he indeed wanted.
Chen Ze called out to the professor, who was already getting up to leave.
"Professor, please wait a mont."
Moriarty stopped, turned his head to look at Chen Ze, and although he didn’t speak, Chen Ze understood that the other party was asking what he wanted.
"For the next al, please bring a book written by Dr. Watson," Chen Ze said eagerly. This was a book written by Watson himself.
"Of course, if it cos with Hols and Watson’s autographs, that would be even better," Chen Ze added.
"Hmm... No problem, I can also give you my book. What I write is no worse than those two fellows wearing funny hats," Moriarty nodded his head, then pushed the door and left.
Chen Ze was stunned. Why did he feel that sothing about what Moriarty had just said was not quite right?
"Forget it, the affairs between these smart people are always troubleso," Chen Ze shook his head and then went back to the kitchen.
Chen Ze touched his chin while Betty was washing dishes beside him, but she wasn’t wearing the floral bracelet Ronna had given her.
"Why aren’t you wearing it?" Chen Ze glanced at Betty; she was wearing it just a while ago outside.
"Because I need to wash dishes, and if it gets ruined, Ronna would be really upset, right?" Betty answered quickly, showing no sign of second thoughts.
Chen Ze nodded; that made sense, after all, it was a gift from soone. It’s good to cherish it.
Then Chen Ze opened the fridge to check. He had bought so items at the supermarket earlier, and one of them needed to be dealt with soon, as fruit should be eaten as quickly as possible.
Chen Ze calmly lifted the yellow object out of the fridge, placed it on the chopping board, and pondered what would be good to make with it.
"Wow! Boss, what is that sll... ugh... I’m going to throw up..." Betty covered her nose and dashed out.
Chen Ze looked at her strangely.
"It’s durian."
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