Risa's face twisted with anger, "You, a Cardinal, what level are you on, trying to flatter me like that?"
"Just flatter me if you have to!"
Risa straightened the papal robe, bowed and knelt by the carriage, transforming into a footstool with a look of devoutness.
Under the stunned gazes of everyone at the Death Church, the Cardinals not only didn't help Risa but even beat their chests and stomped their feet, regretting they didn't become the footstool first.
A hand pushed open the carriage curtain, and Wayne, dressed in the white clerical uniform, stepped out of the carriage, looking perplexed at the papal footstool at his feet.
"Mister Wayne, please step on me..."
"Get lost, you'll dirty my feet."
Flattery is fine, but don't overdo it. Wayne has always looked down upon such feudal remnants.
If he can't counter capitalist sugar-coated artillery shells, he'd consider himself a loser!
Wayne kicked Risa who came to help aside, landing gracefully.
