Chapter 947: I like your rust smell (59)

Chapter 947: I like your rust smell (59)

"If Zai Xia is right, you are the famous teacher Cooper in this Mining Lane, right?"

Marbury smiled so that the corners of his eyes were bent down, and while greeting, he stretched out his hand to Clarence, "Mr. Cooper's deeds of teaching and educating people, I have heard of it for a long time, and I have long wanted to see it. You are."

"Where, His Excellency the Archbishop is famous."

Clarence seemed to be pleased to be courteous with him, and generously stretched out his hand and shook it with him.

And continued to laugh, "Furthermore, you are still the greatest guardian of our city of Los Angeles. It is my honor to see you in person."

"Hahahahaha...modest, modest!"

Although it was a false flattery, Marbury was so happy that he couldn't help laughing out loud.

But soon, he suddenly withdrew his smile, and the conversation changed.

The corners of his lips were twitched, and he continued to look deeply at the slender man who was two heads taller than himself. His voice sank a little, "By the way, I heard that Mr. Cooper and Miss Roberts had just given away a child. Go to the hospital to see a doctor, right?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he quickly caught his own words and continued, "I also heard that the child was poisoned by the'purpurin', so that he suddenly became ill and became unconscious. ,Right?"

"..."

Hearing this, Clarence was obviously taken aback for a moment, and his brows frowned.

But it seemed to be instantly clear, and his eyes flickered slightly.

Immediately he lifted his thin crimson lips calmly, and nodded faintly, "Yes. Fortunately, it was delivered in time. The child has been out of danger and is being nursed in the hospital."

"Oh That is really blessed by God."

When Marbury heard the words, he put his hands together and made a gesture of prayer outside the window.

However, the next time he turned his head, he laughed so that the little guy's back began to cool inexplicably.

"Speaking of this violacein, I wonder if you all know..."

At this point, Marbury paused deliberately before continuing, "Its predisposing factors are very special."

"...I wonder how special it is?"

Mrs. Taylor, who had been watching for a long time, finally couldn't help but asked softly.

After all, since this group of people suddenly broke in, they have moved a lot of things in Taylor's school.

If you don't even ask, she must suspect that the Los Cathedral is deliberately robbing private capital!

However, Archbishop Marbury still did not immediately answer.

I saw that he still smiled faintly, and then he reached into the sleeve of the long and wide archbishop's holy robe, and fumbled for a while.

After that, he took out a small cross that was as big as a palm, but extremely delicate, and glowing with silver light.

In the next second, Xiang Xing heard a very slight inhalation sound from his side.

She was startled, and glanced at Clarence quickly.

I saw that he was staring at the small cross with his eyes fixedly fixed, his hands that were naturally hanging down, but also subconsciously clenched for a few minutes.

But it eased quickly, as if to suppress all discomfort in half, and reappeared with a calm expression.

On the other side, Marbury still smiled without saying a word, only holding the small cross, and slowly pacing in this huge music classroom.

Mrs. Taylor, the priests around, and the residents of Civilian Lane who had been around the large windows of the school to watch the excitement, all focused their eyes on him nervously.