The past is the past, and the present is the present. Wayne has made countless strides in the essence of life, confident that when he faces the Famine Knight again, he can make him dismount and have a proper conversation.
Wayne is very curious. The plague has awakened, and the Famine Knight seems to have taken shape, yet they don't seem to have any intention of appearing. Even the Death Knight has not launched a large-scale attack.
What are they waiting for?
"War Knight..."
...
Archbishop's Great Hall, a brightly lit room.
Wayne lay there with a troubled face, letting Saina do as she pleased, only giving a symbolic response when the puffs were freshly out of the oven.
Saina was speechless, discontented: "My Main God, your performance is too perfunctory. Is there someone else outside?"
She said, lying on Wayne's chest, asking him to recount the natural goddess's miserable defeat.
She loves to hear about the greatness of faith, so say more.
