Walking directly to the statue, he suddenly began to pray.
Seeing this, Bernard turned to the others and made a shushing gesture. Then he quietly led them out of the room, closing the door behind them.
"Please forgive his manners; over the millennia, he's endured enough pressure and sometimes needs to pray to vent.
Memories are not good for him."
The others nodded indifferently, as the undead here were more or less mentally disturbed, and they easily grew accustomed to it.
Moreover, it couldn't be considered rude; in fact, these undead were a bit too polite.
Jason looked at Bernard, who was speaking, and asked, "And what about you? Why do you seem to be the most normal one we've met?"
In contrast, Bernard, who kept leading them around, didn't display much abnormal behavior.
"Hahaha, that's because of this." He said, shaking the fishing rod always resting on his shoulder, feeling very proud.
