After a while, Father Stretta came out expressionless with a plate of burnt fish.
Vasco, who was bigger than two Father Stretta combined, was petting a drowsy golden cat and showing a quite enjoying expression.
"Peel off the burnt skin, the inside is still edible." Vasco looked at the failed dish without a care and picked it up to eat, "I never fuss about food; that's the secret to longevity."
This guy, at the age of ninety-six, could still be this healthy, naturally held secrets, but obviously, it's not about not fussing about food...
Father Stretta untied his apron and sat down, poured himself a glass of water before speaking slowly, "Pechersk Lavra's holy remains have been stolen for more than half a year now, I'm curious how the Holy Church could tolerate it until now. It makes me have to suspect if these holy remains are some counterfeit created by a major country."
