Good thing his name isn't Jerry, otherwise I'd really start questioning his racial characteristics.
After seriously listening to Henry's request, Fu Qian internally commented.
"So why is this guy called a rat?"
"Simple, he's a shameless thief of luck!"
Huh?
Henry's reply made Fu Qian couldn't help but size him up, and indeed, he looked utterly righteous.
The problem is, according to your student, you're pretty much introducing yourself, right?
After all, only someone totally unscrupulous would tamper with the names people pray with in a church.
"That guy has been loitering around all over the Night Holy City, deceiving and bluffing, with mysterious movements."
Henry continued with a cold snort before Fu Qian could ask further.
The more I listen, the more you sound just like him!
While Fu Qian was silently criticizing, he noticed Henry made a gesture, and the darkness that permeated the area quickly receded, the feeling of filth dissipating along with it.
