"Please help me tell him my loyalty to God Palmires."

"He doesn't care about this. Don't force him. If you continue to kneel down, he will really hit someone again. He can't coax the old man just by kneeling."

Derius shook his head and said, "I want him to see my sincerity."

With that, Derius shouted into the room: "Mr. Saman, you should believe in the greatness of God Palmires. All of us are qualified to believe in him and follow him. This has nothing to do with origin, blood, or mine.

Who is the father!"

Old Saman, who had already walked back to the hut, walked out again at this time. Karen gave way, and old Saman walked up to Derius again.

"If my identity makes you feel uncomfortable, then I am here to ask for your forgiveness. As long as you forgive me, I will kneel until you get up."

Hearing this, Karen sighed in his heart, and then he discovered that the sighing sound next to him was made by Alfred. Alfred whispered:

"Master, this kind of routine is too common on the theater stage."

Karen nodded with deep understanding, even though he had never been to a theater to watch a performance in his life.

Old Saman didn't seem to be moved, because he kicked Derius again, who was kneeling on his doorstep.

"Bang!"

This time, the force was obviously stronger, because Karen noticed that there was a blue light on the feet of old Saman.

Derius was kicked away again. Fortunately, several team members caught him quickly with quick eyesight and hands, but the terrifying force knocked them all to the ground. As for Derius himself, he finally fainted after this kick.

past.

Karen quickly waved to Geng Di. Geng Di understood and ordered his men to carry the Son of God out of the cemetery.

"You are like a dog, thinking that you can get benefits by kneeling to me? If I hadn't cared about those believers in Palmires, I would really kill someone today."

"He probably means it sincerely."

Old Saman looked at Karen and asked, "Then are you willing to bring back that old refrigerator to repay his sincerity for me?"

"You are really good at judging people. He can't deceive you."

"Hey, you have some knowledgeable people around you, right?"

"It happens, it happens."

"If I had known earlier, you should have brought him here. Maybe he and I could communicate."

It can indeed be brought.

Karen changed the subject and asked: "Do you have any grudge against Bishop Bourne?"

Old Saman pulled down his collar, revealing a black depression as big as the bottom of a bowl on his left chest:

"What he left behind."

"You suffered a big loss?"

"No, I also left something on him, but in the end I lost because I'm not good at fighting."

After hearing this, and thinking back to the scene when Old Saman took action earlier, the entire Gengdi team, including the Son of God, looked like a bunch of chickens in front of him.

At the same time, Karen felt that these words were somewhat familiar. Her prospective father-in-law, Mr. Bede, seemed to like to say these words very much.

"Perhaps, you can take this opportunity to go to the messenger space and have another look, just like fulfilling a wish before you die?" Karen suggested.

"I'm too lazy to go. There is an elder lying there sealing himself in the messenger space. I didn't know why he was in so much pain before, but now, I seem to know a little better, because being awake will be a kind of pain.

Therefore, if you believe in religion, you still have to choose a big church to believe in. There are really too many sorrows in small churches."

"What you said is wrong. In the eyes of every devout believer, his or her own church is always the greatest."

Old Saman said to Karen: "Please help me hold the funeral tomorrow."

"Okay." Karen nodded.

Old Salman stretched out his finger, and Alfred immediately put a cigarette over, and the lighter lit it for him.

After taking a puff and slowly blowing out the smoke ring, Old Saman pointed at Alfred and said, "You are a very good manservant."

"Yes, very good."

"He recently chatted with me about some very interesting things. It was really interesting. Haha, it was like he was preaching."

Karen looked at Alfred, who lowered his head slightly: "Everything else about him is fine, but he is usually a bit arrogant, so please don't see him outside."

"Don't see the outside world, don't see the outside world at all."

Old Saman shook out the ashes from his cigarette,

He sighed:

"My life has come to an end. It started with Palmires and will end with Palmires. I feel that it is good. There is a beginning and an end.

It's a pity, I don't believe in the Reincarnation Cult. Otherwise, if there is an afterlife, I would like to chat with him for a while longer, maybe I will be successfully preached by him, don't you think?"
Chapter completed!