"I! I! I am willing!"
"I am willing too!"
"Me first! Let me go first!"
......
Looking at these "great figures" who seemed like starving ghosts throwing themselves at his feet, begging him to grant them gold coins, Wilson's eyes revealed a trace of a disdainfully pleasant smile.
He handed the gold coins one by one into their hands, ignoring the grotesque "great figures" kneeling beside him, and looked at the trembling figure left on the stage.
The person had his head lowered, clutching a cross in his hand, chanting under his breath.
"Mr. Liran Campbell, do you not wish to receive the salvation of my Lord?"
Upon hearing Wilson's evil whisper, Liran Campbell shuddered, bit his tongue hard, and the faint Holy Light in his eyes temporarily suppressed the greedy desire, granting him a brief moment of clarity.
"No! I have already converted to the Heavenly Father!"
