America: The Cremator

Chapter 186 is right here, right beneath the statue!

[Successfully incinerated the B-rank high-level anomaly, the fake Crow!]

The existence of the false crow has been erased from the world!

[Gained 50 experience points.]

[Gained 2 Soul Crystals.]

[New entry acquired - Domain of Stagnation☆.]

Su Long looked at the kill notification that popped up, and his tense nerves completely relaxed.

Once he relaxed, the first thing Su Long felt was a deep-seated hunger; every cell in his body was craving energy.

This intense hunger left him no time to study the series of messages that popped up from the system; he merely glanced at them before closing the panel.

Turning around, I saw Byron slumped on the concrete floor, looking utterly disheveled.

This gentleman, who always valued his appearance, was now clutching his stomach tightly with both hands, curled up like a shrimp.

Sulong's own situation wasn't much better.

It felt like there were several knives scraping the stomach wall.

The erosion of time is extremely ruthless. Although they survived the fatal aging, their body cells underwent extremely intense metabolism in those few short minutes.

The enormous energy has been completely depleted, and my body is now in a state of extreme deficiency.

He felt that if a live cow stood in front of him, he would not hesitate to pounce on it, bite off its neck, and gnaw on it raw.

"Come on, Brit." Suron walked over, grabbed Byron's arm, and yanked him up from the ground.

"We need to find a place to have a proper meal. If we don't eat something soon, I'm afraid I'll get so hungry that I'll roast you and eat you."

Byron used Suron's strength to steady himself, his legs as limp as noodles.

He gasped for breath and said with a wry smile, "Yes, we finally took down this troublesome guy. For a monster of this level, even if it wanted to reassemble its rules and revive, it would be at least several decades away."

Byron looked up at the huge hole blasted open above the morgue lobby, his tone tinged with relief: "Then, new exorcists will come to deal with it. At least for our lifetime, Seattle won't have to worry about the threat of the False Raven anymore."

Upon hearing this, Su Long smiled.

"Be optimistic, it might take even longer."

The fake crow has been completely incinerated by the system, its very existence erased. There will never be another fake crow in this world.

However, he didn't need to explain these things to Byron.

The two supported each other as they walked down the stairs through the debris and broken bricks scattered on the ground, exiting the underground morgue.

Back on the ground, the square of the Philland Sanatorium was deathly silent.

The homeless people had long since disappeared, leaving only a dozen or so dilapidated tents swaying slightly in the night wind.

Sulong opened the door of the Escalade and got into the driver's seat.

Byron also climbed into his Audi RS7.

The two cars drove out of the fir forest one after the other, their tires crunching over the gravel road, speeding toward downtown Seattle.

Half an hour later.

A black Cadillac Escalade and an Audi RS7 slowly pulled up on a street in downtown Seattle.

Su Long got out of the car. In the early hours of the morning, most shops in Seattle had already pulled down their shutters. But the restaurant in front of them was still brightly lit.

"13Coins".

Su Long looked up at the retro-style neon sign.

This is one of the few restaurants in Seattle that still offers full-service meals and dinners in the early hours of the morning.

The two pushed open the glass door and went inside.

An extremely rich aroma of buttered and grilled meat wafted over.

The moment Su Long smelled the aroma, his stomach acid surged violently, and he involuntarily swallowed a large mouthful of saliva.

The restaurant's interior is very stylish.

Warm yellow light shines from the chandelier, surrounded by dark solid wood wall panels, paired with extremely wide leather high-back booths.

The dining table was covered with a clean white tablecloth, and the silver cutlery was neatly arranged.

Several richly colored retro oil paintings hang on the wall.

The only sound in the entire restaurant was the occasional hum of the exhaust fans in the kitchen. Even in the dead of night, it maintained the elegance expected of a fine restaurant.

A dim light shone from behind the bar, and a well-dressed waitress immediately came to greet them.

She was wearing a well-tailored black suit, a fitted short skirt, thick black stockings, and low-heeled leather shoes.

"Good evening, gentlemen. What would you like to order?" The waiter smiled and led the two to a large booth by the window on the first floor.

The two sat down facing each other. The waiter handed them two menus with gold-embossed covers.

Byron took the menu, leaned back in the leather sofa, and began ordering at breakneck speed, flipping through it as he spoke.

"One lobster macaroni, the largest size. Extra-large hash browns, and truffle fries."

"One ribeye steak, one sirloin steak, and one filet mignon. All three steaks should be cooked medium-rare. Side dishes include onion rings and roasted potatoes."

"Add another roast beef sandwich, two servings of garlic butter bread. And finally, a large cup of hot cocoa, topped with butter."

The waitress paused for a moment, her hand gripping the order-taking device. She quickly tapped on the screen, noting down each of these extremely hardcore, high-calorie dishes.

"Yes, sir." The waiter checked the long list on the screen, then looked up at Suron across from him. "Is that all?"

Byron casually placed the unopened menu on the table and pointed at Suron.

"What I just ordered was for one person. Let him order."

The waitress's smile froze instantly, and she glanced at Byron.

Although the man was wearing an elegant trench coat, he was rather thin and didn't look like a big eater who could consume so much high-quality carbohydrates and meat in one go.

This food, when combined, is enough to feed two strong, adult men until they are stuffed.

But as a professional server at a high-end restaurant, her excellent professionalism allowed her to quickly regain her composure. Without asking any unnecessary questions, she simply turned her gaze to Su Long with utmost politeness, waiting for him to order.

Su Long opened the menu and glanced at the categories.

The hunger in his stomach had made him lose the patience to choose.

All he wants now is to see piles of meat and carbohydrates in front of him.

"Then let's have the same one as him." Su Long closed the menu and handed it back to the waiter.

The waiter was completely stunned.

She looked down at the standard-sized two-person booth dining table in front of them.

This table is usually more than enough to hold two steak sets and a few drinks. But if you multiply the dishes we just ordered by two, that's six steaks, two huge lobster pasta dishes, two sandwiches, four breads, plus a bunch of snacks—

This table will be piled up so much that there won't be a single empty spot.

"Gentlemen—" The waiter maintained a polite demeanor, his tone carrying an extremely sincere suggestion, "Why don't you move to the second floor to dine? The tables on the first floor are too small; they might not be able to accommodate your dishes."

Suron and Byron exchanged a glance and nodded.

"Can."

The two stood up and followed the waiter upstairs to the second floor.

Hum--

The coin spun rapidly on the solid wood table, producing a low, resonant vibration.

Ding.

As the kinetic energy was exhausted, a gleaming silver coin lay flat on the dining table in the second-floor private room.

Su Long reached out and picked up the coin, holding it up to the wall lamp for a closer look. This was the final payment Byron had just tossed him.

It feels heavy in the hand, with a cold, metallic texture.

Sulong had previously received mithril coins from the Yurievich and Campbell families, but this one was clearly different. It showed no signs of rough industrial processing, and its edges were polished to an extremely smooth finish.

The pattern on it is also different from the concentric olive leaf pattern on the Campbell family coins.

The coin Byron gave him featured a relief of a soaring eagle on the obverse. The eagle clutched a cross-shaped sword in its talons, surrounded by an extremely intricate pattern of thorny vines. The reverse was engraved with a string of Latin characters.

This is a typical example of British classical style.

Surong rubbed the embossed design on the coin's surface, then looked up at Byron sitting opposite him. "The casting process on this thing is far more refined than anything I've seen before. Do you even make things that are used as currency this fancy?"

Byron was rinsing his mouth with a glass of lemon water that the waiter had brought in advance, trying to suppress the acid churning in his stomach.

He put down his water glass and leaned back in the soft chair.

"Because these are mithril coins produced in Britain. For any superhuman, mithril is a precious strategic resource. It can be used not only to forge high-level weapons, but also as a core material for setting up large-scale rituals."

Byron pointed to the coin in Suron's hand.

"When such supplies circulate as general equivalent goods, many top powers will imprint their own patterns on them. This is both an anti-counterfeiting measure and a way to facilitate the identification and tracking of the supplies' flow."

"For example, the one you're holding in your hand, with its eagle and cross sword, is the crest of our Wick family."

Byron paused for a moment, then added, "Of course, these markings only affect the appearance and will absolutely not affect the quality of the mithril itself."

"You old nobles certainly have a lot of fuss about things." Su Long casually tossed the mithril coin up, caught it steadily, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Byron shook his head, placing his hands crossed on the table. "Don't always have such prejudice against us so-called nobles. Suron, you need to face reality."

Byron looked intently at Suron through his glasses.

"In the realm of the extraordinary, power is the only passport to authority. You are already a B-rank exorcist, and judging from tonight's battle, your domain is extremely domineering with unlimited potential. Reaching A-rank is only a matter of time for you."

Byron's tone became serious.

"Once you become an A-rank exorcist, whether you acknowledge it or not, whether you like those formalities or not, you will automatically become one of the rule-makers at the top of this world. In other words, the nobles you speak of."

"At that time, countless resources, intelligence and followers will flock to you. You will even need to mint mithril coins with your personal mark to demonstrate your sphere of influence."

Su Long smiled noncommittally.

He had no interest in building any family or power; he only cared about how to survive longer in this crazy world and, incidentally, burn more monsters to improve his strength.

Seeing that Surong didn't respond, Byron changed the subject.

"By the way, on the way to the restaurant, I reported to my great-aunt about tonight's results through special family channels," Byron said, looking at Suron.

"Madam Queenie is very interested in you. Especially after I told her that you only recently obtained your B-rank license, she finds it hard to believe that an exorcist who has only recently entered the B-rank level could lead and kill a monster of the False Raven's caliber."

"After all, she felt immense pressure when she fought against the fake Crow, so she made it clear that she wanted to meet you, a rising star with great potential."

Su Long raised an eyebrow slightly.

An invitation from an A-rank exorcist carries significant weight. However, he also has a bodyguard mission for Dania a few days later, and he simply cannot leave due to time constraints.

Furthermore, that traitor named Viktor could make a move at any moment. He had already agreed to Yurievich's request and couldn't possibly go out for afternoon tea with the old lady at this critical juncture.

"Please thank Mrs. Queenie for her kindness." Su Long picked up his glass of iced water and took a sip. "However, I might not have much time for the next couple of days. I have some side jobs to take care of and can't get away."

"I guessed it." Byron showed no displeasure, but instead gave an understanding smile. "So I've already turned it down for you."

"I told her that you had just gone through a high-intensity battle, and your domain was severely overdrawn, so you needed a period of seclusion to recuperate. She expressed her understanding and said that the Wick family's doors would always be open for you whenever you had time."

Surrender nodded, accepting Byron's favor. Dealing with intelligent people is indeed less troublesome.

"The false crows have been completely dealt with. What are your plans now? Are you planning to book a flight back to London?" Surong asked casually, leaning back in his chair.

Byron shook his head, his gaze drifting to Seattle outside the private room window.

"I'll be staying here for a while longer. I actually have two purposes for coming to Seattle. One is to assist my great-aunt in completely eliminating the threat of the False Crow. As for the other—"

Byron looked away, his expression becoming somewhat serious.

"It's to investigate a strange clue. This matter involves some old issues within our family, and I have to find out the truth."

Su Long became interested.

The strange thing that made the Wick family travel all the way to Seattle to investigate is definitely not a simple case.

"If you need help, I don't mind taking on another job to make more money. Which one is the weird one? If it's been active in Seattle in the last two months, I might have even dealt with it before."

"According to the family's intelligence network, that monster did indeed appear in Seattle not long ago." Byron frowned. "Not only that, according to the information I've gathered recently, it's said that an unknown exorcist had an extremely fierce battle with it."

"But strangely, this exorcist is completely outside our known circle of high-ranking exorcists. I've used many connections, but I still haven't been able to contact this person."

Su Long put down his water glass. "So, you not only need to find that strange creature, but also that exorcist. What's the monster's name?"

Byron looked directly into Suron's eyes and solemnly uttered a name.

"A Class B Mysterious Being, one of the Seventy-Two Pillar Demons, Valak."

Upon hearing the name, Su Long paused for half a second.

The Cedar Ridge Community Church, Lucas who was willing to give anything for his daughter, Hannah who almost got into trouble, and the imposter Samuel who was carrying out the Advent plan flashed through his mind.

He looked at Byron, who had a serious expression on his face, and the corners of his mouth gradually turned up. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he leaned back in his chair, letting out a very relieved chuckle.

"Byron," Suron said, looking at the gentleman, "perhaps the exorcist you're looking for is me."

Byron's eyes lit up instantly upon hearing Surong's words. He leaned forward abruptly, pressing his hands onto the table and staring intently at Surong.

"So it was you!"

Byron took a deep breath, quickly composed himself, and leaned back in his soft chair to ponder.

"That's true. Before the last Campbell family banquet, you were completely outside the official and family intelligence networks. No matter how many informants our family has, they can't find a single unregistered outsider on our radar."

Byron continued his analysis, "Moreover, with your strength, it's perfectly reasonable for you to be able to fight against the seventy-two demon gods of Valak's level."

Su Long waved his hand, directly interrupting his analysis.

"Don't say that, Byron. I wasn't nearly as strong back then as I am now. That battle was extremely difficult. To be honest, if it weren't for good luck, I might have died in the Otherworld."

"Tell me quickly!" Byron's tone was urgent. "Tell me the whole story of your encounter with Valak, and the details of the battle. Don't miss any clues."

Just then, the door to the private room was pushed open.

Three uniformed waiters pushed in two food carts. They quickly placed the dishes on the table.

Thick-cut ribeye steak, seared to medium-rare, sizzles on the hot plate, its brown crust oozing clear fat and releasing a robust meaty aroma.

Next to it was a small mountain of lobster pasta, with golden cheese wrapping around the succulent lobster meat, steaming hot.

Su Long didn't care about table manners at all. Extreme hunger made him grab a knife and fork, cut off a large piece of steak, and stuff it into his mouth.

"Talk while you eat, talk while you eat," Su Long mumbled indistinctly, his knife and fork flashing in his hand.

For the next fifty minutes, the only sounds in the private room were the clinking of cutlery against porcelain plates and Su Long's intermittent narration.

Surong gulped down his food and recounted his encounter with Lucas, the Bible in the well, and finally, his confrontation with Valak's true form.

"That demon was extremely cunning; it disguised itself as a ghost nun for the first half of the battle," Suron said, tearing into his grilled beef sandwich. "It took me a lot of effort to force out its real name."

When he swallowed the last bite of food, the plate on the table was almost empty.

"That's roughly the story." Suron wiped his mouth with a napkin, took a big gulp of ice water, and said, "In the end, the A-rank eerie Siren Head intervened in the battlefield, drawn in by one of our companions. That thing was incredibly oppressive. However, it and Valak started fighting after we instigated them."

Suron put down his water glass and looked at Byron across from him: "We took advantage of the confrontation between those two monsters to retreat. Since then, I've lost track of Valak. If you want to find him now, I can't help you."

Byron was engrossed in Sulong's story.

He remained silent for a long time before letting out a long sigh.

"Lucas is a true father and warrior," Byron said respectfully. "I never imagined you obtained your knuckle duster in this way."

He looked at the windbreakers that Su Long had placed to the side: "Can I take a look at them?"

Without hesitation, Su Long took out the pair of silver-white brass knuckles "Lucas" from his inner pocket and handed them over.

Byron took the brass knuckles with both hands and examined them carefully in the light of the private room. His fingers traced the crucifix carved on the knuckles, and then looked at the Latin inscriptions on the inside of the ring.

"Incredible." Byron, sensing the lingering spiritual energy on the brass knuckles, couldn't help but marvel. "A father's obsession, combined with the power of faith, has given birth to such a powerful relic. This is an extremely rare case even in the Wick family's records."

Byron solemnly handed the brass knuckles back to Surrender.

"Have you finished eating?" Byron asked, looking at the empty plates on the table.

Su Long touched his stomach, which had finally swelled up, and the deep-seated hunger was finally suppressed.

"That's enough for me." Su Long leaned back in his chair with satisfaction.

Byron stood up and straightened his clothes. "Let's call it a day then. I need to go and report to my great-aunt about tonight's battle. The information about Valak is very important, and I must inform her immediately."

"Okay," Su Long nodded in agreement.

The two walked down the stairs. Byron paid the bill at the front desk, pushed open the glass door, and stepped into the Seattle night.

Sulong stood by the front desk, watching Byron's Audi RS7 drive away from the street.

He took out his phone and dialed Hannah's number.

The phone was answered after only two rings.

"Su?" Hannah's voice was filled with obvious surprise, the background was extremely quiet, and a slight echo could even be heard.

"I'm about to go back. Are you home now?" Su Long asked.

"No, I'm at St. James's Cathedral," Hannah replied softly. "It's my night shift today; I'm responsible for guarding the foyer and the reliquary."

"Then I'll buy you some food and come see you while I'm at it." Su Long glanced at the menu behind the bar.

Hannah's suppressed laughter came from the other end of the phone: "Are you done with your work?"

"I'm done with my work and made a small profit," Su Long said with a smile. "I'll be there in ten minutes."

After hanging up the phone, Su Long turned to look at the waiter behind the bar.

"One classic Wagyu burger and one slice of cheesecake to go," Su Long tapped on the bar counter. "And a cup of hot chocolate, please put it in a thermos."

Ten minutes later, the waiter behind the bar handed over a thick brown paper bag.

The paper bag exuded a rich aroma of thoroughly grilled beef and melted cheese, and was accompanied by a silver stainless steel thermos.

Su Long took the paper bag, thanked him, and turned to push open the glass door of the restaurant.

The wind in Seattle at dawn carried a biting chill, blowing against his face and dispelling much of his remaining fatigue.

He walked to the side of the road, opened the door of the Escalade, and carefully placed the paper bag on the passenger seat.

With a deep roar from the engine, the black SUV smoothly entered the street and headed towards the First Mountain Area.

Su Long gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

Although tonight's battle was extremely dangerous, and I almost had my lifespan drained by the pseudo-crow's time rules, the gains were equally substantial.

Not only did they gain fifty experience points and two soul crystals, but they also obtained a high-purity mithril coin and unlocked a new attribute.

Most importantly, he figured out the practical effects of domain integration.

This is the trump card that can turn the tide of battle at crucial moments.

As the vehicle ascended the winding slope, the surrounding buildings gradually transformed from glass curtain walls into old-fashioned villas steeped in history.

The Cadillac Escalade slowly pulled up at the edge of a wide plaza.

Su Long opened the car door, picked up the brown paper bag from the passenger seat, and looked up.

The massive complex of St. James's Cathedral stands tall in the night.

The Renaissance-style building appeared extremely deserted in the early hours of the morning.

Without the daytime worshippers and tourists, the entire church exudes a solemnity and majesty, like a giant beast silently overlooking Seattle.

Su Long climbed the wide stone steps and found the main gate tightly locked.

He went around to the side and sure enough, he saw a small door, which was reserved for clergy, that was slightly ajar.

Su Long pushed open the small door and quietly walked in.

The church hall was extremely spacious, with the towering dome swallowing up all sounds, and a few faint candles lit on the walls on both sides.

Sulong stopped, and Hannah sat down on the bench in the first row.

She was wearing an extremely conservative black and white fitted nun's habit, with the neckline tied tightly and the wide skirt hanging down to her ankles.

She wasn't wearing a headscarf, and her neat, short black hair shone softly in the moonlight.

Hannah bowed her head slightly, holding the heavy Bible, a sacred relic, in her hands.

The dappled light and shadow cast by the stained glass fell perfectly on her profile, making her facial features appear even more gentle and soft, giving her a delicate yet sacred beauty.

As Su Long looked at the scene before him, a word involuntarily came to mind.

The goddess of beauty descends.

In this world filled with monsters and madness, to have such a quiet corner, and to have someone like this waiting for him, feels really good.

"Hannah," he whispered her name.

The figure on the bench trembled slightly.

Hannah quickly closed the Bible in her hand and turned her head away.

When she saw that the person who came was Su Long, her black pupils lit up instantly, and the corners of her mouth turned up, revealing a very happy smile.

"Su, you're here!"

Su Long strode up to her and handed her the still-warm brown paper bag.

"Working the night shift must be tough, you must be starving!"

Hannah took the paper bag with both hands, lowered her head, and used the moonlight to see the restaurant logo on the packaging and the receipt stuck to the seal.

"13 Coins?" Hannah's eyes widened slightly as she read the menu. "A classic Wagyu beef burger? And cheesecake and hot chocolate?"

She looked up at Su Long with some heartache: "This must be very expensive, right? You have so many other things to spend money on, you shouldn't spend so much on this kind of late-night takeout."

Su Long couldn't help but smile as he looked at her serious expression.

"It's nothing, I just made a hefty side hustle tonight," Su Long said casually. "As long as it tastes good."

Upon hearing this, Hannah took a small step forward, opened her arms, and gave Surong a tight hug.

The girl only reached Su Long's chest, so she stood on tiptoe and gently kissed Su Long on the cheek.

"Thank you, Sue," she said softly, her voice filled with undisguised joy.

Su Long took the opportunity to put his arm around her waist, pressing the girl's round and soft breasts completely against his chest: "Eat quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

Hannah nodded, picked up the paper bag, and sat back down on the bench.

Su Long sat down next to her and watched her carefully unpack the package.

Hannah held the exquisite Wagyu beef burger in both hands and took a big bite.

The rich meat juices mixed with the creamy aroma of cheese burst in your mouth.

She squinted her eyes contentedly, and chewed much faster, clearly because she was really hungry.

After she finished the last bite of her hamburger, Su Long handed her the silver thermos.

Hannah took the cup, drank the warm chocolate inside, let out a long, satisfied sigh, and leaned back in her chair.

"So, what monster did you fight tonight?"

Sulong leaned back on the bench and briefly recounted his experience at the Philland Sanatorium that evening.

He spoke casually, omitting the extremely dangerous details, but Hannah listened with trepidation.

"Forced aging—" Hannah muttered to herself. She couldn't imagine what she could do if she faced that kind of monster, except wait to die.

She looked at Su Long's profile, her eyes filled not only with lingering fear but also with a deep sense of admiration.

"Su, your strength is really getting stronger and stronger. I even think that those so-called A-level exorcists might not be as good as you!"

Su Long did not feel flattered by the praise.

"It's hard to say. The monsters in this world are far more bizarre than we imagine. If we're not careful, even the strongest person can be caught off guard and suffer a setback at any time."

He turned to Hannah and dropped a bombshell: "Moreover, the exorcist who was with me today brought news of an old acquaintance."

"An old acquaintance?" Hannah was taken aback.

"Valak," Suron uttered the name.

Hannah froze the moment she heard the name.

"Is he tracking down Varak?"

"Yes. His family seems to have some old grudges with that guy." Surong sneered.

"However, my feud with it is not resolved."

Surong touched the pair of brass knuckles in his pocket: "I have a feeling that there will be a battle between me and Valak sooner or later, and that day is not far away."

Hannah put down her thermos, leaned forward slightly, and looked earnestly at Surong: "When you need to fight, be sure to call me."

Seeing her serious expression, Su Long smiled slightly and said, "Okay."

The heavy topic has come to an end.

Su Long casually crumpled the empty paper bag into a ball and threw it at his feet.

He turned his head and scanned the empty church hall with his gaze.

"Speaking of which, what exactly do you do on the night shift?"

Hannah relaxed, leaning back in the wooden chair, and replied softly, "Actually, there's nothing special about it. The main thing is to keep an eye on the door and prevent those homeless people from coming in to sleep."

She paused, then continued, "And then there's the matter of guarding against thieves. Those silver candlesticks and sacraments in the church can fetch a good price on the black market. The rest of the time, it's just cleaning up the trash left behind by the worshippers during the day. There's basically nothing to do; it's quite boring."

"It's so boring—" Su Long drawled out the last syllable.

Having just experienced an extremely stressful life-or-death battle, Su Long's nerves were constantly on edge.

He needs some fun activities to break the ice.

Suddenly, Surong turned to the side, leaning towards Hannah, their noses almost touching.

Then, he raised his right hand and gently lifted Hannah's small chin with his fingers, forcing her to look up and look directly into his eyes.

"At this time, there shouldn't be anyone coming to the church, right?"

Sulong's voice was very low, carrying an extremely obvious suggestive meaning, and his warm breath hit Hannah's face directly.

Hannah's breathing became erratic instantly.

She certainly knew what Surong's question implied.

They had long since crossed that line, but this was a church hall!

Hannah bit her lower lip, her eyes darting around nervously, her voice trembling with anxiety: "Su—what do you want to do?"

"What for?" Su Long chuckled. "Of course, to try out the kind of game I've been fantasizing about."

"No—" Hannah hurriedly reached out and placed her hand on Suron's broad chest, trying to push him away.

But her strength was negligible to Su Long.

"Behind the main hall—there are supplies and rooms for the clergy to stay in. We can go there." Before she could finish speaking, Sulong's left hand had already expertly slipped into the neckline of her conservative nun's habit.

Hannah shuddered, her words cut short as she was about to speak.

"No." Surong rejected her suggestion decisively, raising his head to look at the tall statue of Jesus on the altar in front of him.

"Right here, right under the statue of Jesus. Let him watch over us."

These words were like a wildfire, instantly extinguishing the last thread of reason in Hannah's mind.

"This is so blasphemous!" Hannah's voice had completely softened, and it was tinged with a sob.

For a devout nun, doing such a thing under the watchful eye of God would be an extremely powerful blow to her faith.

She was overwhelmed by a strong sense of immorality and guilt.

But at the same time, the indescribable stimulation surging deep within her body made it impossible for her to refuse.