"Holy Son Chloe, please hold on!"
This call made everyone pause in their tracks.
The chubby guy nudged Chloe and said:
"What's going on, why are they calling you Holy Son?"
"Earlier at the Patrol Hunting Church, the hunt responded to my prayers, so the church over there thinks I've received the Lord of the Hunt's acknowledgment. You know the rest..."
Chloe felt a bit of a headache.
Again, he wasn't really eager to join the Patrol Hunting Church.
No way would the brother willingly become a Holy Son to his younger sibling.
Wouldn't that mean involuntarily lowering himself by a rank?
But then again, if the church offered enough—
Then he would immediately change his tune and familiarize himself with "Emotional Quotient".
Isn't it just about face?
If it can be exchanged for money, then everything is negotiable.
Of course, at least for now, the church can't offer that kind of price.
After all, Chloe's wallet was too full.
The others cast curious glances at Chloe.
