The instant Anderson's expression changed, a premonition of danger exploded in Sifa's mind as well. But as a demigod, he did not lose his composure under its assault. He turned calmly and saw someone walking toward them.
The man held a classical quill and wore a black clerical robe. His hair was dark gold, his face bore no wrinkles, and his features resembled those of a classical sculpture. One eye was a blue so deep it was almost black, while the other was covered in tiny blood vessels. He approached one step at a time.
For an instant, Sifa almost wanted to imitate Danitz and curse, "Shit." He began to suspect that the angel of the Wheel of Fortune pathway had bestowed not "good luck" on him, but "bad luck."
Otherwise, how could he have encountered this man here?
Encountered Ince Zangwill!
Almost simultaneously, Sifa sensed something else. He abruptly looked beside Anderson. At some point, a priest had appeared next to him.
The priest wore an extremely plain white robe and had a pale golden beard that concealed the lower half of his face. His clear, innocent eyes brought children to mind, while his expression was warm and reserved.
The middle-aged man, dressed like an ordinary priest, gave Sifa a brief glance before looking at Ince Zangwill opposite him. He half closed his eyes, raised his right hand, and tapped four times in front of himself.
A silver cross pendant hung from his right hand.
The atmosphere, the entire scene, suddenly turned eerie.
Sifa hardly needed to think to know that this middle-aged priest who had appeared so suddenly was no ordinary man.
Although he had never met him, Sifa had a strange sense of familiarity, yet could not remember where he might have seen him.
But he had