This time it wasn't a scream, but a human voice.
"Only pain and death can give birth to the flower of devotion that transcends all, and only this faith that surpasses life, death, and the self can break the barrier between man and God."
Han'er's relaxed body tightened again, and as he slowly turned around, he saw a middle-aged man crouching in front of the dead believer.
After finishing a simple prayer, the middle-aged man stood up slowly and looked at Han'er.
His eyes were wise and profound, even strangers who saw his eyes could feel that he was a scholar with vast knowledge.
Han'er remembered him; the scholar with deep eyes in front of him was the true initiator of this divine miracle-guidance ritual, the president of the Mathematics Association, Thompson.
He had greeted the other guy under Wick's lead.
Thompson said, "Archbishop Han'er, you should be in your church, guiding the believers in devout prayer, shouldn't you? Why are you here?"
