Five-Year Old Prophet is Pampered by Ten Brothers

Following that, Quinn saw Obmar bow in one direction. Then, he took a knife out of nowhere and cut his left wrist.

Blood instantly flowed down from his left wrist.

Obmar took a step forward and walked to a place where Quinn couldn't see him.

When he returned to Quinn's line of sight, he had already wrapped his wrist with a piece of gauze.

After that, Obmar knelt on the ground, repeatedly bowed in that direction.

Pauline had also appeared at this moment. Unlike Obmar, who was dressed in red, Pauline was dressed in white.

It was a very simple shirt and pants, without any decorations or patterns.

She was waving a rope in her hand, which looked like a necklace. There was a pendant on the necklace, which was about the size of a pebble.

Pauline held the necklace and walked in a circle around Obmar, muttering to herself.

She spoke very softly, so Quinn couldn't hear what she was saying.

Obmar kept bowing for about five minutes.

There should be a candle in the room. Quinn saw Obmar's shadow on the wall swaying with the candlelight, making him dizzy.

At a certain moment, Pauline suddenly stopped in her tracks. The candlelight in the room was extinguished as well. Quinn was startled, he quickly put his phone into his pocket, as he was worried that the light it emitted would attract attention.

The ceremony inside seemed to be coming to an end. Obmar had already gotten up and put on his coat.

He bowed three more times in that direction, and then Pauline handed the necklace to Obmar.

Obmar took it with both hands, full of devotion. He put it on his neck and hid it under his clothes.

"You know what to take note, right? Remember to offer food every morning, noon and evening. Especially that meal in the morning, which you have to offer it with your own blood."

"Don't worry, Pauline, I know."

"Mm, you're lucky. There was no spot for you at first, it so happened that person didn't succeed last month, so I've given you the spot. Also, it seems to like you, as it didn't reject you."

A smile appeared on Obmar's face.

"Thank you so much for giving me this opportunity."

"Okay. Then go back and wait for the good news. Things will slowly improve."

Quinn saw Obmar nod his head. He was about to go to another place to hide when he heard Obmar mention his name.

His footsteps stopped again.

'Oh my, don't betray me! I'm scared!' Quinn thought.

"Oh Pauline, I met Quinn at the banquet yesterday. He's your new artiste, right?" Obmar asked.

Pauline had probably walked to a corner again, so Quinn could only hear Pauline's voice but could not see her expression.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Pauline asked

"It's nothing important. He told me yesterday that he really wants to be famous. Aren't you going to tell him about this?" Obmar asked

"Did you tell him about us?"

Obmar quickly waved his hand to deny it.

"Pauline, please don't misunderstand! I didn't tell him. I just told him that if he wants to be famous, he should look for you. You would help him, right? I think he really wants to be famous."

The room was silent for a while before Pauline's reply came.

"Okay, then ask him to look for me when he's free. I can arrange something for him. But I don't know if he can accept what we are doing. If he can't accept it, then it won't just be a problem of not becoming famous."

"More serious consequences will be waiting for him."

Quinn could clearly feel his heart beating non-stop. He was worried that the two people inside could hear his heartbeat.

"I talked to him yesterday, and he seemed quite desperate."

"Human desires can always be suppressed by fear. Life is a game for the brave. Alright, I'll be leaving first. Cynthia has been a little unstable recently. I'll go and see what's going on."

"Alright, I'll pack up and leave immediately. Pauline, you can go ahead. Thank you so much for today."

"Okay, take good care of her."

Her? Quinn did not know what Pauline was referring to.

Listening to their conversation was like listening to a riddle.

Quinn quickly hid himself at the end of the corridor.

He only dared to come out when he heard the sound of Pauline's high heels gradually weakening until the sound completely disappeared from the corridor.

He did not miss a single word of the conversation just now.

Take good care of her?

Take care of what?

And feed her three meals a day?

What kind of god is so gluttonous?

Quinn heaved a sigh of relief, at least this was not a murder case.

This place did not seem to be hiding a body.. It was just a ritual.