Chapter: 188

With the help of this etiquette, thoughts in his mind turned and he quickly came up with a new rhetoric.

After praising the sun and getting a response from the priest in the church, Lumian turned his body sideways and said to Pierre Berri who was sitting on the edge of the first row and looking at him in doubt:

"I heard that you had returned to the village, so I hurried to your house to look for you, but you came to the church."

He didn't say who he listened to, anyway, Pierre Berry would inevitably be seen on the way from his home to the church.

There are really no witnesses, and Lumian has a backup candidate:

Ava's father, shoemaker Guillaume Lizier.

"What do you want from me?" Pierre Berry, who was wearing a dark brown long coat, stood up, with a gentle smile and a blank expression in his blue eyes.

Lumian was ready to make an excuse, and said with a smile:

"I want to hear you talk about the things you met during the transition, different countries, different villages, different places, it must be very interesting."

In the past, he also liked to chat with the shepherds who came back from the transition, enriching his knowledge reserves.

Before Pierre Bailey could respond, his eyes fell from the other party's messy and greasy black hair to the brand new leather shoes:

"Get rich?"

"This time, the employer is more generous and gave me a lot of things." Pierre Berry replied with a smile, "I'll treat you to a drink later."

"Okay." Lumian was waiting for this sentence.

He even asked:

"when to go?"

This shows the demeanor of the regulars of the old tavern, who don't want to lose face just to drink a glass of wine.

Pierre Berry glanced at the priest, Guillaume Benet, and got a corresponding hint.

"How about dinner?" he suggested.

"Okay." Lumian agreed very readily.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the shepherd, curate, Ponce Bennet and others, he sat on the second row of chairs closest to him.

"..." Pierre Berri was stunned for a second, "Aren't you going back?"

Lumian smiled:

"It's been too long since I prayed, so take this opportunity to pray, lest the gods think I'm not devout enough.

"Go on, go on, don't worry about me."

After speaking, he closed his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and crossed his arms to his chest.

Pierre Berry, Guillaume Benet, Ponce Benet and others looked at each other and couldn't continue.

After waiting patiently for a long time, seeing that Lumian never finished praying, the curate priest looked at Pierre Berry and motioned him to ask.

Pierre Berri came to Lumian and patted him on the shoulder:

"How long are you going to pray?"