They cannot allow their own fatigue and degradation...their pressure is all imposed on themselves."

Having said this, the bishop looked at Russell deeply: "Wendy is like this, Lycaon is the same.

"But you yourself...see these things very clearly."

"Because I understand that I am not a fanatic chasing light. I am just a mirror, reflecting the nature and desires of others."

Russell sighed deeply: "Those geniuses who chase 'talent' are like moths chasing fire. The fire of talent is dangerous and charming... Their desire for glory will one day destroy them. I used to

I once knew someone like this...but I don't even want to be him because I feel intimidated.

"I don't have as strong a talent as them, or such a resilient mind. What I'm good at is imitation and optimization. I'm not an inventor, just a craftsman. The advantages I have that are not worth mentioning are just learned from others.

It's just the talent stolen there. I have met many outstanding people... Now I am very clear-headed in this regard."

His life on Sogo Island was a valuable experience that cooled down Russell's arrogant heart.

The memory of his previous life made Russell more cautious and humble.

There are people outside the world, and there are mountains outside the mountains... Once you accept this setting, you will no longer regard yourself as Long Aotian, the only one in the world.

Instead, it will be smashed to pieces.

"but……"

Russell narrowed his eyes slightly: "Mr. Bishop, you just said... Lycaon?"

——Wasn’t he killed?

"This is why I want to keep you."

The old man nodded slightly with a solemn expression.

The Lord Bishop spoke slowly and said something to Russell that he could not fully understand for a moment:

"Lycaon knows you are back. He wants to see you.

"Of course...it depends on you whether to see him or not."

"...Isn't he dead?"

Russell frowned: "What do you mean?"

Do you want to send me down there to meet him?

Or is he actually not dead?

What about his bloody head? Special effects?

Hearing this, the old man frowned slightly.

He thought for a moment and then asked tentatively: "You should know... your chairman is also a member of our church."

"He is...a saint in this world."

Russell replied disapprovingly.

He thought to himself, if I wasn't afraid of scaring you, I could transform her into a living person right now and bring her out to show you.

"According to my understanding, you should have had an encounter with the 'monkey-faced eagle'."

The old man spoke slowly and said in a tactful and deep voice: "Then you should understand that the death of the body does not mean the death of the spirit."

After hearing this, Russell fell silent.

"……I see."

He closed his eyes and sighed slowly.

This is the last piece of the puzzle.

My health is getting better, at least my headache is better, and I can continue to work on the plot... I was so groggy for the past two days that I didn't dare to write anymore, because I was afraid that I would dig a hole for myself by posting it because I was out of my mind...
Chapter completed!