"Right..." Dave's consciousness immediately regained a bit of clarity, he rasped out: "I am a favored one of the gods, I am a devout believer... The god won't harm me..."
Despite the bewilderness in his words, which sounded odd to others, the chastisement from Bishop Mof seemed to immediately dim down.
"Look everyone!" Lange suddenly raised his voice: "The believers of God will not be easily defeated, even under such meticulous and malicious plotting!"
The crowd hesitated once more...
Even though doubt had arisen in their hearts, Dave seemed to be more trustworthy than the madman who seemed to be constantly making fun of everyone.
"Just sprinkling some Water of the Gods on him, can that be called a malicious plot?" Little Ai looked at Lange in confusion: "Only blasphemers and heretics would be hurt."
