At least he wasn't called Jerry. Otherwise, I'd really have to question his species.
After listening carefully to Henry's request, Fu Qian silently offered a comment.
"So why is this guy called the Rat?"
"Simple. He's a shameless luck thief!"
Huh?
Henry's answer made Fu Qian look him up and down. He really did look righteous and upright.
But according to your student, isn't that practically a self-introduction?
After all, he was the kind of guy who'd go into a church and change the names people prayed to. That was an unbelievably despicable thing to do.
"That guy hangs around all over Night Holy Capital, swindling people and making a spectacle of himself. His whereabouts are a mystery."
Before Fu Qian could ask anything else, Henry gave another cold snort.
The more I hear, the more it sounds like you!
As Fu Qian grumbled inwardly, he saw Henry move his hand. The darkness that had spread everywhere quickly drew back, and the feeling of filth closing in around them faded with it.
It seemed he'd passed the first test and wouldn't be killed on the spot.
Fu Qian noticed Yuan Shan visibly relax. He nodded and continued asking questions.
"So whose luck did he steal?"
"Mine."
Henry answered as naturally as could be.
"Huh?"
"Not only did he steal the good fortune that should have been bestowed upon me, he was shameless enough to share it with other people. It even earned him quite a reputation."
Are you seriously saying that with a straight face?
Even if what you're saying is true, stealing a luck thief's fortune and sharing it with others makes him practically a heroic outlaw, doesn't it?
Fu Qian looked at Yuan Shan in astonishment, only to find her covering her face with one hand.
With a