"Harry Wright?... Holy Catholic priest... Harry Wright?..." Medulisa murmured, and suddenly she remembered something, her face turned pale, and she screamed,
"You... You are Saint Peter. Harry Wright. Audrey Jones, you... You haven't already..." Medulisa couldn't say any more, she stared at Harry in horror.
"Before, others have called me like this. You know this name, so you are indeed insiders." Harry said with a smile.
"Who cares who this guy is? Do you think you can leave alive tonight?" Stiles yelled. His wound had stopped bleeding, but the edge of the wound was charred black, and some muscles were exposed outward, which looked very disgusting.
Medulissa slowly regained her composure. She raised her hand, covered her mouth, and laughed. "Haha, the moonlight is so good tonight, I su
