Chapter: 193

"What's the point?" Lumian took a sip of the absinthe.

Resentment flashed across Pierre's face:

"Those people who shit on their bodies can't save us at all!"

"The body doesn't grow flesh, so it's okay not to poop underneath?" Lumian asked back.

Pierre chuckled twice:

"That's saints and angels, but will they look at us?"

Lumian snorted:

"Then why do you still go to the church to pray with the priest?

"Not only does he have flesh on his body, but he also likes to sleep with women."

Pierre turned his head again and glanced at Lumian:

"You don't understand, he has a kind of intelligence that can save our souls."

"Intellect?" Lumian didn't quite understand the word.

Pierre took another sip of the pale green absinthe, seemingly not hearing the question.

Lumian didn't dare to inquire deeply, so he talked instead:

"I heard people say that you have been to church at one or two o'clock, why do you go to church at three or four o'clock?"

Pierre smiled gently:

"In the afternoon, you can chat with someone with the same knowledge."

He did not deny going to church in the afternoon.

Lumian breathed a sigh of relief—at least for now, no one else can retain memory and interfere with the process of "history".

He suspected that Pierre Berry went to the church in the afternoon to communicate with the priest in advance, and the small group communication was at three or four in the afternoon.

After drinking, seeing that it was time for dinner, Lumian and Pierre Berry parted ways and returned home.

When he reached a secluded path, the curate's younger brother Ponce Benet led several thugs to come in suddenly from a side road and block him.

Ponce Bene, who is muscular, black-haired and blue-eyed, looked at Lumian and said with a ferocious smile:

"Are you good at mischief in the afternoon? Be sure to delay us at church.

"If the curate had not been there, I would have beaten you right then and there!

"Bastard boy, come and eat your father's XX."

Lumian was stunned for a second by this guy's stupidity, and then burst into ecstasy.

He and Aurora's judgment was not wrong. In the last cycle, before Naroka's funeral, Ponce Bene should not have gained extraordinary power, and he could smell the dangerous breath!

How dare he come to block a Extraordinary now!

Without hesitation, Lumian turned around and ran wildly.