The beautiful woman took three banknotes out from her bag and said, “Thank you, Father Lloyd.


    Please ept this 300-dor payment!


    Lloyd smoothed his long white eyebrows and replied kindly, “Quiet Winds Church never charges for


    their work.”


    “This is a well-deserved payment, though!” The beautiful woman insisted.


    “Haha! No need, no need. Run along. I still have to offer my services to the next person.” Lloyd waved


    his hand in refusal.


    “Alright, thank you again!” The beautiful woman lowered her head gratefully and then moved aside to


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    At that moment, Lloyd noticed his junioring out of the café. He then addressed the people waiting,


    “This will be thest person. The rest of you can go home. If you want to seek blessings and as


    repentance, you can visit Quiet Winds Church and find me!”


    With that, he began to talk to the person in front of him. It was an elderly person who appeared to be in


    their 60s with graying eyebrow that formed a straight line, a hooked nose, prominent cheekbones, and


    deep, inscrutable eyes


    Lloyd’s smile gradually faded as he calmly said, “Please leave, sir. I don’t provide anything for those


    with malicious intentions.”


    The old man stood with hands behind his back, a half-smile on his face. “You can’t tell, can you?”


    Lloyd nced at the old man again. “Whether or not I can tell your intentions, I’ll leave you with these


    words-despite endless suffering in the bitter sea, you’ll still see the shore when you turn back.”


    He truly could not see the future for this old man. Judging from this person’s demeanor, he could tell he


    was not a good person.


    The old man smiled faintly. “You’re a chatan who deceives people.”


    “You’re talking nonsense.” A young man behind the old man angrily retorted, “Father Lloyd never


    charges for his service. How can he be al chatan?”


    “That’s right, Father Lloyd is a renowned figure in Jonford. His follower base is evenrger than some


    B-list celebrities!”


    “This old guy doesn’t look like a good person. He’s deliberately trying to tarnish Father Lloyd’s


    reputation.”


    “Exactly, you’d better leave!”


    The onlookers red at the old man, their anger evident on their faces.


    The old man was slightly stunned. He had not expected his casu remark to stir up such resentment.


    Quiet Winds Church seemed to b regarded as a sacred ce in these ants’ eyes.


    However, it did not matter. After tonight, Quiet Winds Church would no longer exist. By then, he


    wondered what kind of feelings these ants would have.


    With this in mind, a faint smile appeared at the corner of the old man’s mouth as he turned and left.


    Dressed in his purple robe, Cillian walked over at a leisurely pace. He had white hair but a youthful


    face, and his features were refined. His eyebrows were sharp, and his eyes starry bright. No one would


    not find him handsome.


    The surroundings fell into a silence as profound as death.


    “Damn, even as a man, I want to go up and kiss him!”


    “Heck, how is he even more handsome than me?!”


    “If he were in a fantastical TV show, he’d easily y the role of a god!”


    “Ah… My idol…”


    Countless eyes converged on Cillian, who was already ustomed to


    He ignored the attention and walked calmly to Lloyd’s side. He looked in the direction where the old


    man had disappeared, asking, Who was that person just now?”


    Lloyd sneered. “No one good for sure.”


    Cillian’s brows furrowed slightly. He looked in the direction man had left again, sensing a sinister aura


    emanating from him