Chapitre 299: Chapter 153: How can I, an angel, sleep in a cold bed? Call out the Holy Maiden for a séance_2

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"Lord Angel, the Holy See has no such thing as a 'Holy Maiden'."

Seeing Wayne give up and start playing the fool, Gunther almost laughed out loud. Even an angel had been handled obediently by him.

"I, an angel, can't sleep in a cold bed. Tonight, Mona, you..."

Just as Wayne pointed at Mona, he saw her nod repeatedly. After a brief silence, she pointed at Artley instead: "Mona, your captain, go prepare some food. I'm hungry."

Artley was stunned for a moment, then left the cell to prepare food.

"And you, any food will do, just don't bring over little boys, I'm not like you guys."

Wayne shouted, and seeing Gunther's face as dark as the bottom of a pot, he became even more triumphant, leaning against the crucifix with righteous indignation, "It's all over Heaven that you shameless people are competing with devils for little boys. Don't be afraid, child. I'll go in and drive the devil away, pah, you all deserve to go to Hell."

"..." x2