The wooden door collapsed with a bang, raising a cloud of dust.
The people inside the church could no longer play ostrich. A chubby middle-aged priest reluctantly came out, greeting Colin with a cold expression.
"You must be Count Angler, right? Please refrain from being disrespectful in front of the church where we worship our Lord!"
"Worship our Lord?" Colin sneered, "Does your 'Lord' accept your worship?"
The priest's pupils shrank, a look of panic flashed briefly across his face before being quickly hidden as he reprimanded sternly:
"Count Angler, don't talk nonsense! The consequences of blasphemy against the Divine Being may be more than you can bear!"
Viscount Benson obviously didn't fully understand the hidden meaning in their words. Seeing the situation getting out of hand, he hurriedly tried to mediate:
