Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
"I'm not familiar with this place. Do you have any idea?" Mo Fan asked calmly.
"I have some old friends in the Sacred City. They might be able to help, but master, I don't recommend you meeting them," Bola said.
"Bola, you're being dishonest. Did you go hunting for women while you were a statue in the Parthenon Temple?" Mo Fan smiled.
Bola had been a statue in the Parthenon Temple for so long. How could he possibly have any old friends?
"My master, even the youngest among my friends have lived for more than three hundred years," Bola said.
"Ugh… were you all born in the year of the tortoise?" Mo Fan was left speechless.
"Some of them are mutants, like the little moth girl. They share the same habits as humans. They have to hide in places supervised by the Holy Judgment Court and Heresy Judgment Court to guarantee their safety," Bola said.
She's only murdered a few hundred foreign women for their looks. Very restrained of her, yes, right in the heart of humanity's magical power.