On the screen, people were practically blinded by Father Stra's holy light effects... Father Stra was simply too flashy at this moment.
But it was a holy light effect with a +17 bonus! Who could withstand that?
Putting aside whether baptizing Wayne on the spot was proper... Under the radiance of the holy light, Director Wayne's expression had become benevolent and amiable, as though he had been born with an air of approachability that made people instinctively want to believe what he said.
"...What are they doing?"
On the streets of Gotham, Taina asked in astonishment from a simple table outside a mobile food truck. She had bought three hot dog buns in one go.
"Just fooling around." John chuckled softly, narrowing his eyes as he watched the would-be Pope bathed in holy light. "I never thought the Holy See would produce someone this interesting. I thought places like that would have the same old tone for their entire existence."
Taina complained, "I'm asking why his words became more credible after you baptized him."
"They didn't become more credible. People simply had no choice but to acknowledge them." John slowly stirred his coffee, which contained seven cubes of sugar. "There are too many believers in this country. These are their rules. Sometimes, you know a rule may be wrong, but you can't correct it, because most of the time, it's actually right."
"...I don't understand." Taina pouted.
John suddenly reached out and gently wiped the yellow mustard stuck to the corner of the girl's mouth. "Not understanding is a good thing. If you understood, you'd probably be the one paying my salary."
...Don't get handsy!
The Gomaya Tribe girl didn't say it aloud.
At this moment, the entire world would definitely explode over Father Stra's outrageous stunt... Everyone