"Bishop, you carry the scent of the Dreamlands."
While they were holding hands,
the woman bent down, bringing her face close to Han Dong's arm and lightly sniffing its surface.
Such an intimate gesture nearly made the worshippers weep with envy.
Han Dong, however, was in the exact opposite state of mind. He suppressed the nausea in his heart and allowed thumbnail-sized skulls and rotten vines to scrape back and forth across his arm.
"Mm... I once went to N'Kai and received a means of reaching the Dreamlands through the Toad Ancestor's blessing."
"What a coincidence. I live in the Dreamlands... and all my forces are currently stationed there.
If the Bishop has time, you may accompany me into the depths of the dream realm when you dream at night. The Beautiful Scenery there, along with this humble woman's company, will surely satisfy you.
Also, I have a special request in coming to London City. Since it involves a rather unusual transfer of forces, I need to borrow around a hundred living bodies from you, Bishop.
The worshippers behind you seem quite willing to do so~"
The confidence revealed on the woman's face seemed to tell Han Dong that no one could refuse her proposal.
Han Dong withdrew his arm and replied apologetically:
"I'm truly sorry, but I am only responsible for receiving guests and providing suitable accommodations.
I have no authority to control the lives of the Dark Dwellers.
Besides, both your forces and the Dark Dwellers here are participants in the London Game. There is no need for such pointless consumption."
Seeing Han Dong refuse,
the thumbnail-sized skulls immediately began rubbing rapidly against one another. Their mental aggression intensified, producing waves of incomparably seductive sounds.
"Could I ask the Great Bishop to convey my request to Mother, just