"Messenger, and Mr. Besson." Mr. Saint Fran appeared before Buggy with an elegant bearing. "It is my great honor that you could attend my daughter's birthday banquet."
When had Buggy ever seen Brother Ming being this respectful? Forget how smug he felt right now—he was already thinking about how to make this old buddy maintain that posture for the rest of the evening.
The thought of Brother Ming bowing before his divine arts and kneeling before him every day made Buggy feel inexplicably excited.
"Nothing else to do." Buggy smiled faintly. "It is rare for Mr. Saint Fran to invite me so warmly, isn't it? Besides, my god has always taught me never to reject another person's goodwill."
"Haha, I hope I can hear more of the Messenger's teachings in the future. I believe they will help me avoid many detours in life." Mr. Saint Fran also brightened with a springlike smile.
At the same time, however, he was sizing up the guests at tonight's birthday banquet. It was obvious that among the guests, quite a few had not found the appearance of this 'Messenger of God' at the banquet abrupt in the slightest. Instead, they were delighted.
These people were clearly believers—or perhaps people who were about to become believers.
Silently, this newly emerging church had actually attracted so many wealthy people with influence. That secretly astonished Mr. Saint Fran.
He did not quite believe that someone with the talent to develop this new church could be Buggy, a lazy glutton who had risen entirely through luck. However, the name of this new religion always left Mr. Saint Fran feeling somewhat uneasy.
Was it really a coincidence, or was there something else behind it...?
"It's rare for you to think the same way, Mr. Saint Fran." Mr. Besson cleverly