Perhaps it was because this youth named Angel was very polite, or perhaps it was rare for someone to come to the Seed Church, the middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment before nodding: "Yes."
"Before I ask, may I know how to address you?" Angel still maintained his etiquette.
"You can call me Katrina." Faced with a handsome and courteous young man who appeared to be of nobility, Katrina tried her best to show her own etiquette, but having lingered among the lower classes for years, her formality and tone were devoid of refinement, coming across as rather comical.
Katrina felt a bit embarrassed herself, but the youth opposite her showed no change in expression, still smiling gently, which made Katrina relax a little.
"Miss Katrina, I've noticed that the other churches in the diocese are somewhat dilapidated, so why is this church still so perfectly maintained?"
