Alice hurriedly ran forward, hugging Qin Feng and excitedly shouting, completely forgetting her saintly demeanor.
Qin Feng scratched his head, took a step forward, and sneered at Luke, "Sir Knight, your weapon quality is too poor. When you come to Huaxia, I'll have a set custom-made for you!"
Luke twitched his mouth and felt he had lost face.
He glared hard at Qin Feng, then dejectedly clutched his chest and immediately left the crowd.
Qin Feng held no intent to kill, otherwise ten of him wouldn't be enough.
Father Joseph stood in front of the tent, calmly watching this scene. After Luke left, he nodded and smiled at Qin Feng.
After the two entered the tent, he poured Qin Feng a cup of tea and invited him to sit down, saying, "Sir, your strength is truly astonishing!"
He wore a white robe, with kind eyes and a gentle face, a big white beard, holding a black wooden scepter.
He didn't look like a priest, but rather like a mage from Western mythology.
