There were two cups of tea, fragrance wafting in the air.

A man sat opposite Drake. The man looked like he could be in either his thirties or his fifties. Wearing a Taoist robe, with a topknot on his head, this man seemed just, yet there was an ambiguous devilish aura to him as well.

This man was Brian Cunningham, also known as Priest Brian to others.

“My fellow priest, it is a huge honor to have you grace us with your presence,” Drake said, lifting a cup to him in salute.

Two days ago, Dr