"The Saint Father's Order? What kind of nonsense is that?" As soon as the water entered his mouth, Horn nearly spat it out.
How come these bugs come up with new tricks every three days? Didn't he ask Armand to organize something more low-key?
"Your Majesty, I know you're anxious, but please don't rush. Let me explain slowly." Armand took out a handkerchief and wiped the spit from his face.
Horn crossed his legs, looking as if he was ready to hear Armand's excuses.
At the time of departure, Horn had given Armand the task of investigating the movements and thoughts of these believers.
"Our Salvation Army believers generally have a sense of confusion after their faith collapsed," Armand began straightforwardly, taking a few sheets of paper from his drawer and handing them to Horn.
Horn took these sheets and quickly flipped through them, his expression growing more and more serious as he read.
