Death Wasn't Relief

Qiu Ren waited for a while in the prayer room. During this time, he kind of enjoyed the personal care he received like he was the Pope.

When he was hungry, a special staff member would come to give him a big meal. When he was sleepy, he could directly sleep on the floor of the prayer room.

After all, all the hopes of entire France and neighboring countries were put on Qiu Ren and that saint, Mia.

Qiu Ren didn't request too many things. He only asked the staff members for a cup of coffee.

Mia was like a Sadhu. She knelt in front of the idol and prayed quietly, unlike Qiu Ren, who kept checking on the news and developments on the Internet on his phone.

"Thank you…"

Qiu Ren found that the person who delivered the coffee looked very much like Mia. The difference was she had clean short hair, while Mia had long hair.

"Are you curious about the relationship between that priestess and me?"