Chapitre 132: 129: Familiar place; standing in the hall of invocation

“You are more relaxed than I imagined you being,” Father William commented with a shake of his head. “Marquess Meyer, you know what I am about to say but not a speck of tension lingers on you. Why is that?“

Was Lin FenXiang as relaxed as Father William perceived him to be? No, absolutely not. But he couldn't show weakness, not now.

“What, do you want me to be scared and put on a show of refusal?“ Lin FenXiang asked, raising an eyebrow as he shot a sidelong glance towards Charles and Tristan. “I'm afraid, it'd be useless to be scared now.“

Then, he turned to face the couple. With a closed look on his face, the painter pursed his lips into a thin line and said, in a deep voice.

“We will let you know once we've found a way to deal with this curse, Mr. Anderson and Mr. Fletcher.“ Standing up from his seat, the painter swept his hand towards the door and added. “Let me see you out.“ A polite smile played on his lips as he led the couple out of the church.