When the time approached evening, An Qiluo woke up.

He was awakened by the strange feeling from the clay stone demon.

Switching to the perspective of the clay stone demon, he saw that No. 1 was applying something similar to laundry detergent to the clay stone demon, and was constantly wiping the clay stone demon's body.

Hiss ~ Is this a bath?

An Qiluo shook his head and quickly switched his perspective back. This was so social!

He simply washed his face and went downstairs. When he arrived at the first floor lobby, he found that the entire lobby was completely refreshed.

Although he usually summons skeletons to clean, skeletons are still different from real people after all. The hall is just rigid and neat on weekdays, but now it has a more agility of living people, adding a lot of vitality.

"Hey! What's the number you are?" Anqiro pulled a girl passing by.

"I'm No. 6, boss." The girl stood still and bowed slightly.

"Well, No. 6, can you prepare a dinner for me?"

"It's my honor, boss."

An Qiluo looked at the girl named No. 6 and shook his head. It was difficult for him to understand why there are such people in this society now. Isn’t this a hype here that advocates freedom and democracy? At least one must be independent in personality. What’s going on!

He found the No. 1 who was "scrubbing" the clay stone demon.

"Well, No. 1?" An Qiluo called the other party softly, "I don't need to wipe this."

The movements in No. 1 stopped, as if he felt that his behavior had aroused An Qiluo's dissatisfaction, and he said in a panic: "Boss, I just saw that these two statues were a little dirty..."

An Qiluo reached out to rub his forehead in distress, but he didn't know how to explain to No. 1.

When he bought the church, he put the statue here as a doorman. The statue was not really dirty, but because it was made of clay and the color itself was a bit gray, and it could not be wiped clean no matter how hard it was.

Moreover, Anqiluo found something was wrong, and he didn't know what happened to these girls when he was sleeping. Some inexplicable worship or respect appeared in his eyes. Combined with the unified service similar to nuns they changed...

This kind of eyes could only be seen by the crazy believers of those religions, which made him feel very uncomfortable. He has never been interested in religion and does not believe in God.

An Qiluo simply stepped forward and patted the clay stone demon, indicating that it could move.

In the horrified eyes of the girls, the clay stone demon came alive!

It first stood up from the ground, then immediately shook its body with extreme discomfort, and threw off the water and laundry detergent on its body, and then looked at No. 1 in extreme discomfort.

Just now, this two-legged monster kept touching himself!

The clay stone demon seemed to have forgotten that its image was also shaped into a humanoid creature by Anqilu.

Although these girls were also startled by the sudden life of the statue, no one let out a harsh yelling. This satisfied Anqiluo.

Anqiluo patted the two clay stone demons and signaled them to stand back. Then he turned his head to the nine girls and said, "It is alive, it is this color itself and does not need to be scrubbed."

No. 1 began to nod.

An Qiluo sat on the bench next to him and organized a speech, "You don't have to do this at all. If you are worried that I will send you away, then you don't have to worry at all. You are free to come and go. By the way, do you have faith?"

When he asked this question, he remembered the fanatical look in No. 1's eyes just now. He didn't want a crazy believer from certain religions to appear beside him. This was completely a torture for a unbeliever.

The women first looked at Anqiluo, and then pointed their hands in the direction of the pulpit.

"Rasma!"

Anqiluo looked in the direction of their fingers. The cross beam on the pulpit was still placed on the empty beer bottle he had returned to drink in the morning, and his eyes couldn't help but jump.

These women could clean the entire hall, obviously it was impossible for them to miss the bottle of wine, that is, they were left out on purpose?

Anqiluo walked over, then picked up the empty wine bottle and threw it into the garbage bag beside him.

"I don't know what Rasma is. This is what I made up. I actually hate religion, but I don't hate faith." When Anqilu said this, he glanced at the puzzled expressions of the nine girls.

"You don't have to believe in Rasma at all. You can believe in freedom, justice, or even a cat. Faith is yours, and redemption is yours."

An Qiluo has already performed very well if he can say such words! You know, he was not a great speaker in his previous life, but a second generation who was just a living and waiting to die.

But the minimum view is still the same as most people in mainstream society. They can have faith, but they don’t believe in God. He knew that there was God in the Marvel Universe, but that was just another type of alien.

It's like Thor Thor is actually a fool who can only yell.

This time, No. 1 didn't say anything, just lowered his head and was silent, as if he was thinking about something.

Anqiluo didn't know that when a person was about to collapse and despair, a savior with extraordinary force suddenly appeared. These people who collapsed and despair would regard this savior who suddenly appeared as a sustenance to survive and... faith! It is difficult for normal people to understand this kind of psychological state.

This kind of psychology may be called the psychological effect of a crazy believer or Arkham syndrome. It is hard to say whether this situation is good or bad. After all, it is this kind of psychology that supports these women to survive after being psychologically traumatized, but they imprison their thoughts.

At this moment, it is no exaggeration to say that these nine women are Anqiluo's crazy believers.

...

No. 6 soon delivered a plate of steak. After taking a few bites, Anqiluo found that the taste was OK. It was much better than the skeletons' skills. Although it was still not as good as professional chefs, it was already good. Those skeletons could be laid off!

At least before hiring professional chefs, you can ask these girls to prepare food for themselves.

After dinner, Anqiluo sent these girls to go upstairs to rest. In the name of you having enough time to work today and you can get off work.

Anyway, no one will appear in the church at night, so he can think carefully about what to do to get these girls back to their normal lives. He took over nine big troubles.

Anqiro lay on the bench in the hall, raised his legs and lit a cigar.

"Cruff~" The church gate was suddenly pushed open a gap, and a figure came in.

"Hello, Father, can you repent now?"

Originally, what Anqiluo had to do with me was nothing to do with me when he saw the person coming, he swallowed it into his stomach.

The lights were on in the hall, so Anqilu could clearly see the person coming in, about 1.8 meters tall, with a head hood covering his eyes, a black tights, and a cane in his hand.

He is obviously a very perverted outfit, but he has an indescribable handsome look when he wears it!
Chapter completed!