Chapter 1311: Revised - 1309 Imprisonment
How to spread the Gospel without being annoying has always been a profound art.
Fu Qian, who understands this deeply, undoubtedly does it with finesse, like using polite language, keeping eye contact at the same level, not mocking the other person’s hair full of slime, and... first introducing himself.
"My name is Anke, remember? We met last night."
At such close distance, the heat from breathing enveloped them, filled with bewildering vapor, akin to the materialization of some primal impulse.
However, this didn’t make Fu Qian’s smile falter in the slightest.
"Sorry for bothering you so early, Miss Harriet, do you know where Lord Praut went?"
Harriet?
This suspended evangelizing image was undoubtedly being gazed at by the three people below, and the shock brought by Fu Qian also reached its peak with a name from his lips.
"She is..."
Amila couldn’t help but glance at Reginald.
She certainly remembered the target the Hunter dealt with last night, even deliberately bringing Anke in to observe.