Chapter 113 Dock

"What! Someone else has died?"

Hearing such news, the priest instantly panicked.

His face was filled with unease and fear, and even his voice trembled somewhat.

He grabbed the little boy in front of him, staring intently at him:

"Again on the boat? Was it a fisherman? When did the person die? What exactly happened this time?"

"I... I'm just here to report..."

The little boy was already emotionally unstable, and being grabbed by the shoulders and interrogated by the priest, his eyes, already red-rimmed, were on the verge of tearing up, and he barely managed to articulate his words:

"The dock... fishing boat... dead person..."

Watching the two emotionally tense individuals hinder each other, with practically no useful information or progress in their dialogue.

Finally, Ronald couldn't stand by any longer.

He walked over and patted the priest on the shoulder, trying to slow his tone:

"Mr. Conni, you've frightened the child."

"Let me do the asking."

"Huh?"