The car drove on.
Kallen was about to catch a little more sleep. Just as he leaned his head against the window, Alfred took one hand off the wheel and passed him a cushion.
"Young master, use this."
"Where did you find it?"
"I bought it myself after dropping you off on Apple Street."
Kallen propped the cushion against the window, leaned against it, and closed his eyes.
"Very comfortable."
Alfred smiled and returned his attention to driving.
Little John had thought that mentioning the "Pigsty" would catch Kallen's interest. Anyone who had ever tried to curry favor knew that sometimes, even a few extra words from the person they were courting could feel like a blessing.
But Kallen's indifferent reaction left Little John a little dejected.
Pavaro reached past the seat and rested a hand on Little John's head.
Little John felt an icy chill against his scalp and shuddered instinctively. This gentleman felt like a dead man.
"Actually, it has a soul."
Little John asked in confusion, "When you say 'it,' who do you mean?"
"The thing you just mentioned."
"The Pigsty?"
"It's taking revenge."
"Well..."
"You're the target of its revenge."
"Me?"
"You might think having these special abilities is fun now, but later, when your contamination and books worsen and spiral out of control, you'll regret ever being born."
Pavaro withdrew his hand from Little John's head, but Little John shivered again.
"Then what... what should I do?"
Alfred spoke up.
"You need to learn to have faith!"
"Faith... which church should I believe in, then?"
"The true First Church!"
"Which one... exactly?"
"Do you think you can join just because you want to? This church has strict screening requirements for every believer!"
At present, this church had only one believer-himself-plus half a cat and half