"My name is Hu ao, and I am not familiar with Orthodoxy. I just learned about this today... you could say I've only been a believer for a few hours."
"Oh? Do you have time to chat with me about it? Why did you decide to join?"
Lorenzo said this as he walked over to one side and sat on the cold steps like a vagrant.
He really lived up to being taught under Oscar; Lorenzo disguised himself well, his kind demeanor almost perfectly deceiving Hu ao.
Hu ao thought for a moment and sat on the steps with Lorenzo.
He was just an ordinary sailor, and all his money was stashed under his bed; now, he didn't have a penny on him.
Hu ao briefly observed Lorenzo, who was wearing the uniform of an orchestra, and this disheveled guy had rarely cleaned up.
Looking at that pale face, whitened from being cooped up at home away from sunlight for too long, Hu ao let his guard down completely.
