Cheat Awakening-Chapter 696 - . The Church And The Priest

Also, how could that idiot reporter forget this kind of thing and not realise that these townspeople are worshipping a devil? Even an idiot can tell from that goat head that it's a symbol of a devil, after all, which righteous god would even have this kind of demonic image?

"Welcome, guest, welcome to our small, humble town. Forgive us if you encounter any trouble; we like to live close to nature and don't use those modern technologies."

Just as Myne was complaining that the story writer of this dungeon hadn't put any effort into it at all and had written down whatever came into their head, leaving countless loopholes behind, at this time, a hoarse voice sounded.

God knows when an old man with a bald head had appeared behind them, staring at Myne without blinking and with a creepy smile on his wrinkled face. He was wearing a black robe with a red background, giving people a not-so-good feeling.

"Dear guest, I am the priest of this church and the Mayor of this town."

Seeing that Myne wasn't speaking and was looking at his clothes and bald head expressionlessly, the old priest didn't get annoyed and continued with a polite attitude.

{ He was wondering what method he used this time to hunt you down. }

{ Because you are staring at his bald head for too long, he feels very irritated and angry and has decided that after catching you, he will give you the world's most horrifying death by pulling out each of your hairs one by one, then your nails, then your fingers. Like this, he will make sure you start respecting old people before losing your breath. }

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Nowadays, you couldn't even admire people's appearance for a moment, sigh, so unreasonable.

Reading the old priest's inner thoughts, the corner of Myne's mouth couldn't help but twist.

However, Myne wasn't someone easily shaken by other people's evil thoughts. He also smiled and responded,

"Mr. Priest, you are joking. Your town is so beautiful, how can I dislike it? Actually, quite the opposite, I am also a nature lover and feel like I've returned home. Here is the peace that I can only dream of in the city. But sadly, my work doesn't give me the luxury to enjoy it for too long, so I would like to ask whether you sell tire repair tools or have an extra tire that will also work."

"It would be even better if there were gasoline as well. I have to return to the company before tomorrow afternoon, otherwise, I will lose my job... So you understand my situation, right? It is very urgent."

Although Myne had no idea what a tire, gasoline, or a company was, when the CG started, he had heard the middle-aged man cursing out those words in anxiety, so thinking that they might be useful, he memorised them, which turned out to be the right decision.

Hearing Myne's request, the old priest chuckled, and his playful smile became even brighter, which was more than enough for Myne to know that he wasn't going to get anything from this old bastard except a very brutal death.

"Of course, no problem, we have all of those things, but they are all in the warehouse, and the holder of the warehouse key won't be back until morning."

{ He was lying. He liked to give people hope and then watch their despair. }

As if I couldn't see through that! It was literally written all over his face. Myne rolled his eyes at the last comment and spoke helplessly.

"It seems that I can only stay here for tonight, and I apologise if I'm a burden on you all. I hope you don't mind," Myne said, wrapping his arm around Zeina's slender waist as naturally as if she had been his girlfriend for years. There wasn't a hint of shame or any unnecessary emotion on his face.

Although the old priest raised his eyebrow at Myne's bold move, the smile on his face only widened. His eyes were like a predator's, looking at its prey with the anticipation of toying with it before devouring it. It was as if Myne were already a dead man in his eyes.

"Of course, dear guest, you can stay here as long as you wish."

Myne also replied politely, "Thank you, I also hope you have a pleasant night."

The old priest nodded happily while stroking the sheep's golden ring on his hand, all the while looking at Myne, whose naughty hand was already massaging Zeina's buttock. Her face had turned purple with anger, but she didn't move an inch or complain, only enduring everything silently while gritting her teeth.

Then, the old priest pretended to be mysterious, looking towards the distant hilltop before speaking.

"It's getting late; the sun is about to set. We are going to start the church prayer. Zeina, take our guest back to his house."

"Okay! Dear guest, please follow me," Zeina nodded respectfully at the old priest before grabbing Myne's hand and dragging him away, fearing that he might anger the old priest further.

Myne also had no intention of spending time with the old guy who couldn't wait to kill him, so he didn't resist and let her pull him along.

Under her guidance, they went in the direction of his house.

Along the way, Myne also saw all the residents of the town opening their doors and walking out one by one. Everyone's eyes were on him, and greed practically overflowed from them. In the dim sunset, they looked very excited and creepy as hell.

If there had been any normal person in Myne's place, after getting so many warning signs, they would have already been frightened to death, their heart pounding in their throat. They would have been looking for any way to escape. But he seemed unaware of the strangeness around him and returned to his wooden house happily under Zeina's watchful eyes.

But what disappointed him the most was that even until she closed the door while giving him a forced smile, she didn't once mention going into the bushes behind his house, let alone kissing him or confessing her love.

Maybe he had been too shameless from the beginning, and she feared that if she, like her mother, pretended to be in love with him and confessed her feelings, he might eat her right away behind those bushes. So, she became honest and didn't try to dig her own grave.

"What a pity. If she had played according to the script instead of modifying it at the last moment on her own initiative, she might have been able to live longer. Now, everything depended on her luck," Myne muttered while shaking his head as he looked at the closed door.