"What's wrong, Leon? Is what I said too difficult to understand?" Watson asked.
"It is indeed a little."
Leon nodded in a daze. "Young Master Watson, you asked me to believe in you. I'm a little confused."
He could not understand. It was one thing to believe in the gods—he could pray to the gods in the prayer room and burn incense for them. What could he do for Watson? Would he need to pray to Watson in the same way?
"It seems like I was not clear enough; let me put it this way. You can treat me the same as how you treated the gods of your faith. Because I can do what the gods can do for you."
"Young Master Watson, I'm not an educated person. Please don't lie to me."
"Don't worry about it; just try."
There was an unfathomable expression on Watson's face when he heard Leon's incredulous question.