The Bitter Fruit (11)
"I have to say, you really are extraordinary."
Fu Qian's inscrutable attitude had helped move things along efficiently, but it had clearly put Dorian under considerable psychological pressure.
So when Fu Qian actually said he would go, Dorian wrestled with himself for a while before carefully continuing.
"I believe someone like you wouldn't stoop to lying about something like this... It's simple. Xilaliya is the easiest of them all to find, because she's at the place you were just now."
Dorian gestured toward the door.
"You don't need an address. Once you're outside, find the tallest building in sight and look for her inside. She'll definitely be there."
So Xilaliya really was in the faith business?
It seemed Brother Dorian's treatment plan was strictly adapted from reality, too.
"Understood. What about the others?"
Following the direction Dorian had indicated, Fu Qian gazed outside without expression.
Fortunately, although the sky was somewhat overcast, it was finally no longer night outside.
As for why the clinic was so dim that they even had to use lamps, the reason was simple.
The windows already let in little light, and they were coated with an extra layer of brown dust. From inside, everything outside looked blurry, as if seen through a filter.
"They're not there. It's still daytime, after all."
Dorian let out that unpleasant laugh again as he answered.
"Of course, even if it weren't daytime, they wouldn't go there. That faith has long since fallen into ruin. It can't help anyone."
"In their eyes, the safest place is undoubtedly their own home. After all, you never know when night will fall."
"When you arrived, didn't you knock on a window to ask for directions, and get pointed this way?"
So that Lord Akons, the God of Insight