The wind blew all the dust from the mountainous road, echoed along was the neighing from the horses, making it sound like a sad little ballad played by a third-rate band in a village bar.
"You…..were the source of the curse."
After an awkward silence, the Bishop shut his eyes, took in a deep breath, then uttered this.
His expression looked like he was in pain. Even the two squads of Cleaners behind could feel this sudden wave of emotion, but they kept still, not daring to make a sound.
Emotions…..
To the Bishop of Saint Peter’s cathedral, it was a rare oddity.
"Yes, uncle." Thinking of this, Michelle suddenly felt a sense of pleasure from a avenging herself. She laughed satisfyingly, "You did not let me down, in the end you still found me."
She completely shattered the facade of the Bishop. At this moment, she suddenly noticed that she had longed for this scene to take place.
She thought about ‘revenge’ once more.
