"Why have you stopped?"
Just then, a deep voice finally burst forth, unable to contain itself any longer, resonating through the air!
Father Hanfley's figure appeared in mid-air.
He looked at Anna and her companions in bewilderment, repeatedly asking,
"Did you detect my tracking? Could it be that Old Jack is not merely a Great Knight?"
"Hanfley, it is you!" Ante growled softly, his feet unconsciously retreating backwards.
"Father Hanfley..." Anna fixed her gaze on Hanfley, and although she had anticipated this moment, her pupils still involuntarily contracted.
Meanwhile, Old Jack unsheathed the sword at his waist and resolutely stepped in front of siblings Ante and Anna, protecting them behind him.
"Hmph," Hanfley sneered, "You, the most ordinary of faithful, why do you not kneel before the Priest?"
