Chapitre 158: 158

Chapter 158. I Don't Believe It!

Hearing that, Fredrick walked out of his crotch quietly.

He looked around, and there was no novelty, sadness, or joy on his face.

Char knew that this man's smile was the most friendly and upright smile, otherwise he would not have become an Archbishop of the holy see so early.

How could a religious leader not laugh?

"This is the sieging area, right?" He asked.

Char hummed and waited for him to continue.

"Hand it over."

Fred extended his hand.

Char knew what he was referring to and did not argue. He raised his hand and a coffin and a bottle filled with matcha appeared between them.

He did not have any intention of hiding it and gave it out directly.

Fredrick's eyes stayed in the coffin for a while, as if he could see through the plaster and see through Luke, who was on the verge of death.

He raised his eyes.

"The method to save him."

"I don't know."