"Priest?"
Upon hearing this word, Winslow beside her turned her head in surprise, and then her eyes were filled with disbelief.
Not to mention the identity of a priest, it somewhat contradicted the inherently imbalanced and restless atmosphere of Reesi's villa party.
Just from his appearance, this elderly white man named Piero couldn't be described as neatly dressed, only as disheveled.
The loose shirt, oversized shorts, and somewhat unruly slippers, simply didn't match the image of a priest in Winslow's mind.
Luo An, by relying on "emotional perception," confirmed that the other party was telling the truth, smiled and asked:
"Can pastors already attend such parties?"
"You're mistaken, kids."
Piero took a big gulp of beer, wiped his mouth, and smiled:
"I am indeed a priest, but not the kind you're imagining; I am a Gospel Priest of Liberation Theology."
"Liberation Theology?"
