Chapter 720 Ch719 Lion Jerez

Chapter 720 Ch.719 Jerez the Lion

Many children were ‘stacked’ in front of the church.

and their parents.

The four of them didn't know the situation and just watched silently from the side.

When Jerez came out in his robe, all the children shouted:

"The big lion is here!"

It's quite like a lion.

Jerez was not angry either, and pretended to be fierce and roared fiercely. His arms were gestured in the pile of children like hunting lion claws, allowing these little guys to scatter, gather, scatter and gather.

The women wrapped in coarse cloth aprons showed incomprehensible smiles.

Watching the only father of a group of children.

After a few minutes of quarrel, Jerez was "spreading" to the children: "I can't do it! You dirty and healthy little bastards! I can't do it again!"

The children were proud and watched him panting, wiping sweat, rubbing his waist, and some were gloating in the distance. They came forward with a more conscience and rubbed his arms with dirty hands.

Just surrounded by the lion, the woman came to the front of the women.

This is the time to say hello.

"Good morning, Mr. Jerez."

The women's 'head' - obviously, the most 'cultural' leader, at least she knew how to talk to a clergy with decent attitude and have the courage to do so.

"Ri'an, Penny."

Jerez didn't say anything about "Miss" and the wives of these fishermen were not worthy of this hypocritical title.

He waved his hand and took out a few coins as the other party wanted to speak but stopped.

Pull it up and stuff it into her palm.

"Go away, Penny, look at me and there are guests."

He moved very hard, and he was indeed as rude as a lion.

But no one cares.

Maybe the stallions would like that priest more, but they love Jerez, the Mr. Lion more.

"But you..."

"Go away quickly! And you guys! Little bastard! Who stepped on my heels?" He turned angrily and bared his teeth and shouted at the group of troubled children: "I will put you on the altar sooner or later!"

The children laughed.

But the women were quiet and bowed deeply to Jerez in laughter, then called their children back, and after whispering a few words, they forced them to bow to Jerez too.

Jerez was a little embarrassed.

"Go away! I can't stand the smell on you..."

He sloppyly combed his exploded mane like a lion, looked at the children who were about to surround him, raised his legs, and kicked a boy's butt with the tip of his shoes.

"Get out!"

It scattered in a hurry.

This process is less than ten minutes.

But it made Fernandez more silent.

The blade kicked the cigarette butts all over the floor, and he patted Jerez on the shoulder rarely.

"Can't survive?"

Jerez nodded.

"Cultist."

He looked at the backs of the women and sighed: "Three years ago, there was a small bastard of flesh and blood."

The reason why it is said to be "small" is not only contempt, but also because the cult is really not a good person.

Just a ritualist.

But it deceived many fishermen and sailors.

At that time, the church was not the pastor who was "executioned by a horse".

Jerez, he and the ritualists of the Great Vortex teamed up to arrest and execute, and the incident was quickly calmed down...

But many people died.

"The husbands of these women should not die."

Jerez was silent for a moment, and the sound of being distilled by sunlight was particularly calm.

"That cultist failed to incite greater chaos, thanks to these people."

The husbands of these women are also part of the ‘delusion’: you can say they are smarter, or they are stupider. In short, these people seem to believe it, but they are muttering from the bottom of their hearts...

When I got home, I discussed it repeatedly with my wife and hesitated.

In the end, the matter was reported to the church.

And the big vortex.

They no longer participate in the cult gatherings.

Instead, it hurt them.

“There are seven in total.”

Jerez was not without heavy weight, his fluffy brown hair was shrouded in the sunlight.

"They agreed to hide in a place that is 'not found' and wait until we arrest it-"

Obviously, it's not a place that can't be found.

Roland narrowed his eyes: "It seems that the church has not given them the compensation they deserve."

Those who die by faith in cults, or participate in cults, or perform invisible arts in private, have no reason to ask for compensation - but these people have made contributions.

They deserve compensation.

Whether it is the church, the court of justice, or even the great vortex.

There was no movement from either of the three parties.

For three years, these women have taken their children to do insignificant work for others, or have been helped by neighbors and relatives - some Jerez cannot mention it.

To live, they had to do some more...

Direct work.

For example, comforting sailors.

There is no way.

Roland now knows why Jerez has no deposit.

"This little money doesn't matter, my brother," the lion-like man waved his hand, not caring: "Can this little money make me live a good life? No."

"But it's possible to massage my increasingly sour conscience-I pay for it, not because they're pitiful, or what to do for the court...it's just my own decision."

He does not have any deposits.

But it should be respected.

"Where are the people from the Maelstrom?" Fernandez couldn't help asking.

"It's also fate."

Herez shrugged.

"The one who controls this place is a 'fang'."

Xindel suddenly realized.

The fang makes sense.

Died in the darkness before dawn?

That's what you deserved to die.

Everything has its own way of survival. If you can live, it means you are strong. If you die, don't expect anyone's mercy - that's how nature works.

Your own problem.

"Fuck..."

Fernandez cursed: "Those *tree trunk monsters..."

He cursed like this, but ignored the inaction of the Tribunal.

The Tribunal didn't give a penny.

But those women...

Maybe they think it's the Tribunal's funding?

Or.

It's just because of Herez.

Roland didn't know.

But there are always some tragic and shining stories happening all the time in the world.

You meet a small part and miss most of them.

Whether witnessed or not, they silently shed tears or glowed.

"Herez."

Herez heard someone calling him from behind.

Turned around.

A white object flew towards him - he stretched out his hand to block it, and then held it.

It was a coin wrapped in white paper.

When unfolded, the white paper was no longer white.

It was several small-denomination banknotes stacked together.

He looked at the banknotes and Roland.

"Allowance."

The lion-like man scratched his head, wanting to refuse, but didn't know how to start: the other party just turned his face sideways and lowered his eyes to observe the small pits made by the silver-handled cane in the mud.

Roland had long known that some people's flesh and blood temperature was higher than that of ordinary people.

The temperature of flesh and blood comes from conscience, so.

"Allowance for conscience, my brother." He said softly.

Haifeng waited at the alley entrance and listened to them talking.

Heres grinned, gently grasped the kindness in his hand, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"I knew he was a good-looking guy."

Fernandez rolled his eyes and raised his head silently.

The sun was blinding.