Chapitre 281: Human Sacrifices

Father Ezekiel continued to glare at me as the voices of the people behind him started to increase. 

"You haven't even seen a zombie," I pointed out to the man currently being restrained by my men. "If you had, you would know that they were blue or purple, not greyish green. So why are you lying to your followers?" I asked as I leaned back against my throne. Crossing my legs, I studied the man in front of me.

He was average looking, not too tall, not too short, not too skinny, and not too fat. His black hair was neither too long nor was it too short. In other words, he could disappear into a crowd and never be seen again. He was the worst type as far as I was concerned.

If you looked like a serial killer, people stayed away from you.

If you looked cute and innocent, people were always around.