"They drink from the Holy Grail," Bezois nodded with confidence, "It contains…
…all the power of those who came before them."
Bishop Bezios's face darkened as the car entered a tunnel. His expression, turning more and more serious by the second as the glimmering light that lit the tunnel's walls flickered on his eyes. Now, he truly looked like someone who was rich enough to move planets with just the wave of his hand.
"I am sure this concept is foreign to you as a lower species," Bishop Bezios's breathed out, "But our technology is far more–"
"Why are you telling the alien everything!?"
And before any more words could come out of Bezios's mouth, the confidence and seriousness that his face collected completely disappeared almost instantly as his wife suddenly slapped his bald head.
"W… why did you do that?" Bezios cried out, "I'm just telling him common information that everyone knows!"
