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The sedan was moving. Karon had intended to steal a bit more sleep, but just as he leaned his head against the window, Alfred, who was driving, freed one hand and passed over a small cushion. “Young Master, use this.”
“Where did you find it?”
“After I dropped you off at Apple Street, I went and bought it.”
Karon braced the cushion against the window, leaned into it, and closed his eyes. “Very comfortable.”
Alfred smiled and kept his attention on the road.
Little John had originally thought that saying the word “pigpen” would spark Karon’s interest. Anyone who has ever tried to curry favor knows that sometimes, just getting the person you are flattering to speak a few extra sentences can feel like a gift.
Instead, Karon’s flat reaction caused Little John’s mood to drop.
Mr. Pavaro reached over the seat to rest a hand on Little John’s head. The child felt a chill run across his scalp, and he jerked out of reflex. This man felt like he was dead.
“In fact, it has a soul.”
Confused, Little John asked, “It? Who are you referring to?”
“The thing you just mentioned.”
“The pigpen?”
“It’s taking revenge.”
“This…”
“You are its target.”
“Me?”
“You might think that having these special abilities is fun right now, but later on, when your corruption worsens and you lose control, you will regret that your parents ever gave birth to you.”
Mr. Pavaro withdrew his hand from Little John’s head, but the boy shivered yet again. “Then I- what should I do?”
Alfred spoke up, “You should learn faith.”
“Faith… then which church should I believe in.”
“Believe in the true first church.”
“But specifically, which is that?”
“You think you can believe just because you want to? This church has very strict review...
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