"Stand up."
The Prophet took off his coat and sat on the chair beside him.
"Yes, Holy Messenger." Hume Rose stood up and walked over to the Prophet.
His face was filled with fear.
"I've heard that the Lotus Shadow has been stolen?" The Prophet picked up the prepared teacup, asking leisurely.
"Yes..."
Splash!
A cup of hot tea was thrown on Hume Rose's face by the Prophet.
He didn't even dare to move, didn't dodge at all.
"Useless."
Slap!
The Prophet wasn't done yet, he slapped his face hard.
The crisp sound was particularly piercing in the night.
"Please punish me, Holy Messenger." Hume Rose kneeled, bowing his head.
"Within the Lotus Shadow lies our plans to restore the world! We are servants of the gods, we must save them and let them descend upon the Mortal World once more!"
The Prophet roared in anger, then lowered his voice: "Once the Lotus Shadow is leaked, it will cause endless consequences. You should know this."
