Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH33

Chapter 33

Jiang Jitang cared about face, but once he let go of that concern, face became like paper to be torn up at will.

Him writing it was a black history, but wasn’t Parsons reading it also one?

So Jiang Jitang choose to take the initiative.

‘Master! Hold on! Don’t be defeated!’

Amidst the Demon Sword’s clamorous internal cries, Parsons finally spoke.

“You’ve adapted well here?” Parsons watched him swiping through the menu, selecting food he liked, as if he had completely integrated into the life of this world.

Hadn’t he only awakened a few days ago? Was he already so accustomed to his identity here?

Huh? Changing the subject? Jiang Jitang thought about it but didn’t press further. He replied, “To be precise, I like it. I like it here.”

As he spoke, Jiang Jitang quickly ordered three dishes. He seemed to ‘just notice’ that Parsons hadn’t moved and said with a smile:

“Order whatever you like. You can go easy on staples like grilled buns; the buns here are as big as a washbasin, one will fill you up. This country might not be the richest or most powerful yet, but at least it won’t let people starve to death.”

Parsons was silent: Was ‘starve to death’ a pointed remark? The Holy Church’s twenty percent tax increase was also one of the reasons causing the people’s hunger and cold.

“Don’t like it? Not to your taste?” Jiang Jitang asked again.

Parsons randomly selected one item.

“Dapanji (translated – Big Plate Chicken, a Xinjiang Province cuisine) is a bit spicy. If you’re injured, better not eat spicy. Kebab is fine, not spicy, and quite tasty.” Jiang Jitang looked at the newly appeared food item. “Of course, it’s just a suggestion; you decide for yourself.”

Parsons instinctively glanced at his arm.

But Parsons didn’t explain the origin of the wound either; he just deleted the ordered Dapanji.

The small private room became quiet again, with only the faint sounds of the two each on their own scrolling on their phones.

“So, did you see me more clearly today?” Jiang Jitang suddenly asked. Propping his cheek on one hand, he smiled, his focused gaze making it hard to meet his eyes.

“I’m more curious if you knew my heart is positioned off-center,” Parsons retorted.

Jiang Jitang was stunned. He had meant to probe Parsons, but ended up being probed instead?

Parsons picked up his teacup, his lips touching the rim, but his eyes looked directly at the person across from him.

“You’ve always been meticulous. We’ve interacted for so long, how could you not have discovered my heart is off-center? So, that final death curse was intentionally off-target.”

His tone was so certain, as if this were fact, not some fanciful conjecture of his.

Jiang Jitang remained impassive, still smiling: “Is this your guess about your own good luck? I never thought the legendary knight was such a naive and romantic person.”

“You guessed wrong. You were lucky, and I regret it too.”

“Now that you have the answer, are you disappointed?”

Hearing this response, Parsons’s emotions didn’t fluctuate much. As mentioned before, he rarely lost control. Recently, only twice: once because of Jiang Jitang, and the other time also because of Jiang Jitang.

“You indeed held back. Going easy on someone who had a chance to kill you and overthrow all your plans… it seems you weren’t as rational and calm as you claimed back then.”

After all, they were well-matched companions and enemies. Parsons wasn’t deceived by those words at all.

He held back, yet said he didn’t; saying one thing but meaning another.

Jiang Jitang, who didn’t much like being passive: …Heh.

“Right, I do whatever I want. Do you have any objections?” Jiang Jitang retracted his smile. Not happy, no more hehe.

‘Unintentionally, gained the upper hand.’ Parsons took a sip of water, as if tasting the clear sweetness of the warm water.

The upper echelons of the Holy Church were all enemies of the rebel leader, and Parsons was the top combatant of the younger generation, also the heir to the Holy Master.

Under such circumstances, it would be normal to eliminate a major threat like him while destroying the temple.

But Jiang Jitang held back.

When had the always ruthless to the extreme rebel leader ever made such a ‘soft-hearted’ decision?

So it’s not just that you are my exception; I am also your exception?

Thinking this, Parsons’s green eyes deepened into a dark emerald, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly before quickly smoothing out.

“You smiled. Were you calling me stupid in your heart?” Jiang Jitang accused him.

“No,” Parsons denied.

“Yes, you were.”

“No.”

Demon Sword: …

Golden Eye: …

“Regardless, what’s done is done. Why dwell on these details? It’s not like you can go back, can you?” Jiang Jitang tried to gloss over it with subtle, nuanced language.

“You admit defeat.”

Jiang Jitang choked, but recovered in the next second: “Who admits defeat? I kept you alive just to watch you break down facing the temple ruins and the dead clergy, Child of Light.”

“I have already broken with the Holy Church.”

Parsons placed the teacup on the table with a not-too-light, not-too-heavy sound: “There is no Child of Light anymore.” Only a fallen knight being hunted, just like the rebel leader back in the day.

“Broken with them? How is that possible?”

Jiang Jitang’s first reaction was that it was a joke.

Parsons was the Child of Light, the confirmed next bishop of the Divine Temple. Once he put in enough seniority, he could ascend to Holy Master. Power and status were within easy reach. He actually broke with the Holy Church?

Parsons didn’t speak. This was something he too had once thought absolutely impossible, but it happened.

After the rebel leader’s death, he used convalescence as an excuse, disguised himself as a disabled warrior, and mixed in with the refugees.

Parsons was accustomed to the daytime bustling metropolises and nighttime banquets, but it was then he saw the emaciated corpses lying in stinking ditches outside those banquets.

The kind, civilized, disciplined people around him all showed another side at night.

Emotion and principle clashed violently. For a moment, he felt everything was false; only the stinging pain in his chest felt more real.

So Parsons chose to follow his heart and leave.

“Perhaps the Holy Church of old existed for human unity and resisting other races, but now it has become a behemoth pressing down on commoners and even nobles, making it hard for them to breathe.”

The Holy Church had guided him to become this rigid, unable to accept ‘unspoken rules’. So when faced with the Church’s evils, he would also without hesitation choose to resist.

“Are you stupid?” Jiang Jitang slapped the table. “With your privileged status, why throw it away? Just take the benefits and don’t do the work, isn’t that enough? I didn’t have the opportunity, otherwise I’d be the number one mole in the Church, eating their food, undermining them, digging graves on their corpses.”

“…” Parsons fell silent and reflected: Was I really too impulsive?

Even fallen, Parsons, who couldn’t freely plummet like Jiang Jitang, halted his self-doubt. He said seriously, “But I still believe that starting a war, dragging countless ignorant commoners into this meat grinder, was wrong.”

Unlike Jiang Jitang, who mobilized ordinary people, Parsons’s resistance involved uniting elite forces. Ordinary people just had to wait for the dust to settle.

“War is for lasting peace. Without war, there is no peace. War involves sacrifice, but those who face the cruelty and shed weakness and compromise can stand up. The commoners’ ignorance is also a lie; they know who they are fighting for.”

Jiang Jitang refuted with equal calmness.

Jiang Jitang’s magical talent was exchanged for his lifespan. At that time, his life was short; he had no time for slow planning.

Only by breaking the Church’s myth with absolute force and dispersing the rebel army from a whole into parts among the people could he plant that seed in others’ hearts.

He hoped the future would be as he wished. After his death, they could ‘live’.

“You didn’t trust me, nor the others around you,” Parsons pointed out Jiang Jitang’s arrogance.

“On the contrary, I believed in their abilities. Not a small elite, but the elite and the masses. I believed in them,” Jiang Jitang refuted again.

Parsons raised an eyebrow: “You’re used to holding everything in your hands, even deciding what flavor salad dressing should go with the daily vegetables on your own. It’s hard to imagine what kind of unpleasant, stubborn old man you’ll become when you age.”

“What are you talking about? Every one of my salad pairings is perfect. And I am very likable, very. You’re the stubborn and unyielding old man that young people can’t avoid fast enough.”

Golden Eye: …

Demon Sword: …

No matter how steady, reliable, and trustworthy they appeared in front of others, once they started arguing, it always came to this – their combined maturity didn’t exceed ten years.

And their personas had collapsed completely, without a trace left.

When the waiter came to serve the food, he saw these two men standing stiffly in the room, slapping the table, neither yielding, engaged in a bizarre conversation that was strangely impossible to integrate into.

He put down the trays and retreated trembling.

“Alright, cease-fire,” Jiang Jitang sat down first.

“Of course,” Parsons also sat down.

This was their tacit understanding. No matter how big the dispute, it couldn’t interfere with eating. Heaven and earth are great, but eating is the greatest.

“This is Kebab. Bread straight from the oven is best with this sauce, best wrapped around the grilled meat and pickled cucumber slices. I truly hope we both have a pleasant dining experience today.” Jiang Jitang turned the lazy susan [1] in the middle, pushing the cut bread towards Parsons, simultaneously flashing a fake smile.

“Thank you. I hope the same.”

Both still reflecting on their insufficient combat prowess, one reviewing the argument while thinking of new points, they took their respective food and began eating quietly, chewing carefully.

Tsk, that line just now should have been… Jiang Jitang reflected.

Too lax. Parsons, also reflecting, picked up a piece of the bread.

Parsons didn’t notice that the bread in his hand was still quite honestly dipped in the sauce someone specified, and wrapped around the perfectly grilled meat and the tangy pickled cucumber slices meant to cut the grease.

“Heh.” Jiang Jitang noticed and revealed a triumphant smile.

“…” Careless.

It was actually pretty good.

Parsons had to admit after eating one piece of Kebab.

It seemed his ‘old friend’s’ taste in food wasn’t bad. He truly suspected those malicious culinary creations like potion paste paired with vegetable blocks were a form of ‘revenge’.

On the other side, Jiang Jitang was dipping fried bread bites in condensed milk.

He ate without tasting the flavor.

Parsons actually chose to ‘fall’? And he proactively revealed this?

This wasn’t following the script at all.

It was as if he was trying every which way to see the other’s hand, and that person just turned over his cards for him to see clearly. It made him, who had been pondering for so long, seem like a fool, giving him an indescribable feeling of frustration.

Uh! I. Hate. Straight balls! Jiang Jitang resentfully bit into the fried bread. 

The deliciousness assaulted his taste buds. Mmm, really tasty. As expected of him, he really knew how to pick a restaurant.

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In the end, neither convinced the other. Jiang Jitang took note, determined to fight another day.

When they were ready to leave, it was already dark, and the originally empty main hall was now full. Jiang Jitang went to the front desk to pay the bill but found it had already been settled. He thought about it and bought four portions of yogurt separately.

They ate a lot of meat and starch today; some yogurt would help cut the grease.

“For you. This shop’s yogurt is pretty good. Try it.” As they walked out the door, Jiang Jitang called out to him.

“No strange things added?” Parsons hesitated; he’d been tricked many times before.

“Yes, added. Will you eat it or not?”

Parsons silently took the takeout bag Jiang Jitang handed him, just like countless times before.

Inside were two boxes of yogurt, also including two packets of nuts and honey. For a moment, it felt like being back in the past, when he could eat whatever was handed to him without doubt, even if it was loaded with strange seasonings.

But the feeling was already quite different.

They stood facing each other, very close, yet also very far apart.

“Did you know? The Cube World updated! A player reached the ninth tier!”

“Dammit, what did they add this time?”

Two players in a corner of the restaurant were slapping the table, very excited, seemingly completely unafraid of being overheard. Jiang Jitang’s expression didn’t change, nor did Parsons’s.

“Goodbye.”

“…”

Jiang Jitang turned right, Parsons turned left, their backs to each other. Jiang Jitang kept walking until he reached the intersection, then suddenly turned back: “I wasn’t prepared this time. I am the one who’s right. Just you wait.”

After saying this, he put on his helmet and rode off on his electric scooter.

Parsons stood in place for a good while, then suddenly laughed.

“He hasn’t changed a bit.”

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Footnotes:
[1] A lazy susan is a rotating circular tray, often called a turntable, that sits on a table or countertop. It is used to make food, condiments, or other items easily accessible to everyone by allowing them to be spun around.

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