You're not Jesus, so how would you know what he enjoys?

"Commissioner Gordon, you're a well-known good Police in Gotham City! I've heard so much about you..." President Thomas shook Commissioner Gordon's hand and greeted him warmly.

"Uh... hello..." Commissioner Gordon looked at the enthusiastic President Thomas and felt very awkward.

After all, this was the first time he had ever done something like taking credit for something, and now he was at a loss for what to do.

"Do you have some time? I'd like to conduct an exclusive interview with you."

"This..." Commissioner Gordon's expression froze. What could he say? How had he bravely saved the child from the clutches of a vicious serial killer?

Gordon isn't that thick-skinned; how could he possibly admit to doing something he'd never done before?

"Is there anything inconvenient?" President Thomas asked cautiously.

"Commissioner Gordon is very busy with official duties right now and doesn't have time for an interview," Roland explained. "How about this, I'll have the hostage tell you what happened?"

"Well... alright." President Thomas said somewhat disappointedly, "Then, Commissioner Gordon, let me take some photos of you."

Gordon awkwardly struck a pose, took a picture, and then hurriedly left, while Roland took President Thomas to meet some clever children.

"When we were playing here, we saw that weirdo. He wasn't wearing any clothes, and his body was covered in dense scars. It was terrifying."

"When he saw us, he pulled out a knife and tried to attack us, but was stopped by Commissioner Gordon who arrived at the scene."

"Commissioner Gordon was about to the Suit him when he said he had a bomb inside his body and wanted to take us all to our deaths."

"Thanks to Commissioner Gordon, who kicked him away and then pinned us down, we weren't hurt at all."

President Thomas was writing furiously in his notebook, but he was a little puzzled. Was Commissioner Gordon really that brave? This didn't seem to match his outward appearance.

But since a group of children all said the same thing, President Thomas had no choice but to believe it. After all, they were just children; could they all tell the same lie without leaving a single flaw?

"Thank you, President Thomas." Roland thanked President Thomas and saw him out of the Church.

"No, I should be thanking you! This exclusive, firsthand news will definitely make our newspaper famous." President Thomas excitedly shook Roland's hand. "I don't know how to thank you enough!"

"No, no... we're just friends."

After exchanging pleasantries, Roland saw President Thomas off, then donned the gorilla suit, drove Professor Hugo around Gotham City for a few laps.

The Maroni Family was in an uproar and gave chase in their cars.

However, their driving skills were clearly inferior to Roland's. After all, the reflexes of humans and Mixed-Blood are not on the same level. After just a few bends, the pursuers couldn't even see Roland's taillights anymore.

"How was it? Exciting, isn't it?" Roland asked Professor Hugo, whose face was pale, as they drove around to the outskirts of the city.

Professor Hugo looked utterly dejected and didn't want to say another word.

"Let's go, we'll be back in time for dinner." Roland didn't care whether Professor Hugo responded or not, and drove back to the Church.

Dinner is considered the most substantial meal of the day for United States, and there are even more people coming to the Church for a free meal than at noon, so Roland naturally earns a lot more Goodwill Value points.

[Goodwill Value +4]

[Goodwill Value +7]

[Goodwill Value +6]

[Goodwill Value +13]

Roland whistled as he returned to his room and opened the lottery interface.

[An unopened Bible]

[A complete Bible]

[A Bible riddled with wormholes]

[A Pure Silver Cross]

[Wanderer Pearl]

[Fresh Crown of Thorns]

[Jesus statue made of cement]

"Damn!" Roland cursed, then, after thinking for a moment, placed the Playboy magazine he had read yesterday in front of the cement Jesus statue he had just drawn, and used his last two hundred Goodwill Value and two Redemption Value to draw the prize.

[Enrique Pucci's Items: Star Platinum World Disc]

[Caesar Gattuso's Technique: Bloodlust]

"So you really like this..." Roland's lips twitched as he felt the knowledge surging in his mind and the CD appearing in his hand.

As Roland inserted the Star Platinum DISC into his head, he immediately felt a shock to his mind, and a huge purple Evil Spirit appeared beside him, roaring and tearing his room apart.

"Eura!"

Five seconds later, the Star Platinum DISC popped out from Roland's head. At this point, there was no need to renovate the room anymore; rebuilding was the easier option.

"Boss, is it haunted?"

"... Well, let's find somewhere else to rest. Don't let anyone sleep here tonight. Tomorrow we'll have the construction team tear down and rebuild the Church," Roland said. "You guys must be pretty good at setting up tents, right?"

"... certainly."

The tents these kids set up were clearly not the kind you buy in department stores; they made their own by cutting down trees for support and then draping collected plastic sheeting over them.

Although it's not very comfortable to sleep on, it's quite reliable in terms of waterproofing and sturdiness.

"What's going on?" Batman appeared out of nowhere and asked Roland.

"Something went wrong, and this... it's almost a dangerous building now." Roland sighed. "I'll get someone to rebuild it tomorrow."

"... Where are you staying tonight?"

"Of course we'll be sleeping on the streets, sigh... Actually, I'm in pretty good health, sleeping in the wild for two nights won't be a problem, but these kids are still young, what if they catch a cold..." Roland said pitifully.

Batman didn't say anything about that, but instead asked Roland, "What did you do to Gordon today?"

"Gordon?" Roland was taken aback. "What could I possibly do to him? Why are you suddenly asking me this?"

"Gordon's tone was strange when he mentioned you," Batman said. "It was like Adam mentioning the serpent in the Eden that tempted him to eat the apple."

"Hey, isn't it going too far for you to say such things to a clergyman like that?"

Batman remained silent, but walked up to the cement statue of Jesus, picked up the magazine on it, and waved it at Roland.

"Ahem... How can you know the joy of Jesus if you are not Jesus..." Roland coughed awkwardly, snatching the magazine back. "Actually, it's nothing. I just did Commissioner Gordon a favor."

What kind of help?

"Zsasz fell into my hands, then committed suicide. I figured since he was already dead, and Commissioner Gordon was ordered to arrest him, I could make use of him..." Roland recounted what had happened that day, then concluded, "Mainly because Commissioner Gordon was too thin-skinned..."

"No wonder he reacted that way..." Batman said.

"My methods aren't exactly honorable, but we're dealing with criminals, and being too conventional won't get us anywhere..." Roland explained, "It's a dirty game, and I'm a dirty player."