I've already worn the same clothes, why did I still get caught and fucked?

Melissa's mother, Beverly, is also a devout Catholic.

That’s why they come to church.

But Rosen, it feels a bit ironic when you think about it.

Beverly, who lives in the witch's house and has witch blood, is actually a devout believer.

This is really unbelievable.

No matter what, as long as we can find clues, it will be fine. After all, this is the only thing Melissa wants to know now.

However, the subtle smell in this church was something Rosen could not ignore.

Especially when they walked into the church, the unique and strong smell became stronger.

There weren't many people in the church at this time. There were only a few people scattered around, and a few pastors.

Melissa went to ask the pastor here, while Rosen went directly to the prayer room.

"Child, you can tell me whatever is bothering you." Rosen and the others heard such a voice, through a wooden door, they could only see a vague shadow.

"Father, can you do anything for me?" Rosen became interested at this time.

"Of course!"

"Then can you give me a blueprint of the bank here? Or the work and rest schedule of their staff. And a route map for the escort vehicle."

Before the prayer, a gentle voice came again. "Son, robbing a bank is wrong. It won't change your current life."

"I don't agree with this. At least I heard that the food in prison is good. They can also find girls for the people in there." Rosen said while holding his chest and shaking it.

“This is not Europe.”

"It's just a joke. I just want to help them clear the obstacles. Do voluntary work. This is called volunteering, and also called being a good person." Rosen said again.

"Good person? This is not a good word in my hometown." The priest inside also began to make fun of him.

After hearing his words, Rosen raised his eyebrows and nodded in agreement. "My hometown is the same!"

"So what do you want to say, kid?"

"Grandson, haven't you taken advantage of me enough? Also, I can smell the odor of sulfur from a long way off. Isn't this a bit self-deceiving?"

Rosen said with great interest. He was really curious about what happened to this foreign temple.

How come demons and witches have everything? Could this be their gathering place?

On the other side of the prayer room, there was silence.

After a while, a pastor walked out directly from the prayer room.

This is a handsome white guy who looks to be in his 30s.

His golden hair was combed back, and a few strands of hair in front of his forehead made him look even more handsome.

There was a hint of cynicism and a hint of bad taste in those deep blue eyes.

"Wow, what an interesting young man. But do you know that exposing others is sometimes a very dangerous thing?" The man was casual, with a sense of laziness.

"Really? How dangerous is this? Is it more dangerous than drowning an ant when I go to the toilet?" Rosen looked at the other person provocatively.

"Aren't you afraid of losing your vital organs by talking to me like this, young man?"

Rosen was not to be outdone. "What? Hell also believes in the saying of like cures like? Don't I know that eating human whips can nourish the brain? Or do you all think with that thing?"

There was a dangerous light in the man's eyes, as if he was going to cut Rosen's throat in the next moment.

However, seeing Rosen's nonchalant look, he laughed again.

"Hahahaha! In my hundreds of years of career, I can't find many interesting people like you." The man laughed very happily.

Rosen didn't know what he was laughing at at this time, but he was still very curious why this person was here?

"Can you tell me why you are wearing a priest's robe and in the church?"

The man gathered his hair gracefully. "Of course it's for fun. Look, I put on this outfit and lead the lambs of God. Isn't it fun?"

Hearing this, Rosen nodded in agreement. He gave a thumbs up. "I have to say that I agree with this. You like to mock God!"

"Yeah, it's like life is mocking us."

This time Rosen felt that he and this guy could get along well. "Can you tell me about life in your hometown? I heard it's quite hot there?"

The man sat down directly on the wooden bench, with a hint of nostalgia on his face.

"I know what you're talking about. Don't look at me like this, actually that's just my second hometown. I used to be a resident here." As the man spoke, Rosen became more and more interested.

This might not be a local encyclopedia! Then just ask him about the previous things.

"There's nothing much to say about that place. Apart from the fire and the sand, there are countless evils. No ghost would want to stay there!"

"Oh, sorry, it brought up the past that you don't want to recall." Rosen apologized insincerely.

"Humph! Of course the human world is better. There are mountains, water, and delicious food here. I love this place so much!"

"You haven't told me there are beauties here!" Rosen added again.

"Hahaha! You're right! And emotions are the most precious things in this world."

Looking at the man next to him, Rosen was really surprised. He really didn't expect that the devil in hell could say such words.

The man seemed to have noticed Rosen's surprise. He looked at him with a smirk on his face, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs. He looked very scary.

"What? Do you think that as a devil you shouldn't say such things?" The man smiled cunningly at this time.

Rosen also nodded very honestly.

"Come on, didn't I tell you? I was a human being before! Hahaha!" The man laughed again, so much so that tears came out of the corners of his eyes.

After he calmed down, Rosen asked again: "Well, Mr. Devil, you must be very knowledgeable. Can you tell me some things about the town?"

The man fiddled with his collar, then looked at him arrogantly again. "You must know how to deal with demons!"

"Don't worry, I know the market. Do you want leaves or money? I'll give you three dollars first, and consider it as me supporting your business here."

As Rosen spoke, he took out a two-meter-long knife from his pocket and stuffed it into the man's hand.

Then he raised his eyebrows again and said, "I'll owe you that dollar first."

At this moment, the man looked at the two-meter knife in his hand and wanted to throw the money in the other person's face.