Translator: Cinder Translations
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The soldiers left, and Paul closed the door to the room.
The priest suddenly became unsettled, cold sweat forming on his forehead. "Lord Grayman, although I know I am handsome and talented, I have dedicated myself to the Lord of Light."
Paul: "Huh? What did you say? Never mind, take off your clothes, let me have a look."
Oh no, it looks like today will be difficult to escape. Sigh, it's a sin to be so handsome. Although I've heard that nobles and upper echelons of the church all have this preference, I didn't expect such a young lad to be tainted with this vice.
"Oh Lord of Light! Forgive your servant." The priest silently prayed, then lay down on the bed, turning to Paul with tears in his eyes. "Please be gentle~"
"You motherfucker, get up right now!"
Paul exploded in anger, his face turning as red as a beetroot. He finally realized what this guy was thinking, trying to feed him peanuts with a shotgun. How could a straight guy like him do such a filthy thing?
"Huh? Ah! Okay okay. Sorry, hehe." The priest breathed a sigh of relief, just managing to preserve his chastity.
Barely suppressing the urge to blow the man in front of him to bits, Paul took a few deep breaths and gritted his teeth. "Your clothes are torn, and I saw an interesting tattoo on your body."
"Oh no! How does he know about that?" The priest thought anxiously.
"Hehe! Lord Grayman, you must be mistaken."
"No no no, I'm absolutely not mistaken! And I've seen this shark-shaped tattoo on members of the Shark Gang. But come to think of it, Mr. 'Priest's' tattoo placement is quite unique."
"This... this..."
"Speak! Who are you exactly?"
As Paul interrogated, he pointed the dark barrel of the gun at the middle-aged man who claimed to be a "priest."
"I really am a priest of the church!" The middle-aged man once again pleaded for mercy, realizing that the thing in the count's hand could take his life. Without waiting for further interrogation, he spilled a bunch of words like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.
According to his confession, his name was John Morrison, originally a priest of a rural church in a nearby territory. However, the Shark Gang came and plundered, after a spree of looting, they even took him away. He thought he was going to be thrown into the sea to feed the fish, but unexpectedly, the leader of the pirates, Shark, forced him to join the pirate gang. Although this gang of pirates committed murder and arson, including the big boss Shark, many of them surprisingly had 'spiritual needs' and required a real clergyman to conduct activities such as repentance and prayer for the pirates.
So, John Morrison, the priest, shamelessly took on this honorable and promising career of piracy, and even had the gang's emblem tattooed on him—a shark with sharp teeth exposed. He spent a year in the pirate gang.
Paul didn't find it strange that pirates also believed in religion. Aren't there also some very sinful people on Earth who like to burn incense and worship Buddha? Moreover, the more sins one commits, the more superstitious they become.
But this John Morrison still needed to be interrogated thoroughly. He picked up a thick Bible that had fallen beside the cabinet; this guy probably held onto this book in the cabinet all the time.
"I ask you, what does the 132nd page of this book say?"
"Suddenly, the earth was as bright as day, and a majestic voice sounded out of thin air..." Morrison actually began to recite, not missing a single word from the entire page.
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Firearms in a Fantasy World
FantasyTransmigrated as the young Earl of a declining noble family, Paul Grayman sets out to take his territory to the peak. Armed with the knowledge of the modern world, he will create firearms, paper, porcelain, industrial tools and much more. Follow Pau...