"You want to go to the church?" The captain followed and asked Alex.
"Not going." Alex replied: "I want to go sell these things."
In the market in the Slum District, there were black workshops specializing in buying these miscellaneous items. Of course, there was also that earring; it was jade and could be sold for a high price, enough for him to live comfortably for a while.
"But before leaving, we received orders saying you have to report to the church every day." the captain mentioned, looking awkward.
Alex stopped walking: "Who said that?" He was completely unaware.
"Simon."
Simon? Alex frowned, recalling the name. It seemed to be the middle-aged man who distributed allowances, the one who always had a kind smile but sharp eyes.
"I don't know." Alex said honestly. To tell the truth, he didn't want to go to the Luminous Church's cathedral at all. That place was too solemn and clean; it did not suit a person who specialized in cleaning up corpses like him.
