"Envoy, and Mr. Besong." Saint Fran appeared in front of Bucky with graceful poise, "It's an honor to have you at my daughter's birthday dinner."
When had Bucky ever seen Mingo behaving so respectfully? At this moment, he couldn't help but feel secretly pleased, while pondering how to keep this old buddy in this posture throughout the evening.
Imagining Mingo bowing down to his Divine Arts, and kneeling before him every day, Bucky couldn't help but feel a little excited.
"Oh, just leisurely passing by." Bucky smiled slightly at this moment, "It's rare of you, Saint Fran sir, to enthusiastically invite me, isn't it? Besides, my god has always taught me never to refuse others' goodwill."
"Haha, I hope to hear more from the envoy in the future. I believe that on the road of life, I can avoid many detours." Saint Fran also showed a cheerful expression.
