"With all due respect, I would like you to spend some time there for the time being. It's dark and narrow, but I'll take care of it."
Lennon said so, inviting a man who seemed sexually horrible who had refrained behind himself.
When the man bowed his head against Lennon, he introduced himself to the Lombards with an unpleasant grin.
"My name is Yashib. We want to offer the two of you plenty of loving help instead of Master Lennon. Best regards,"
Yashib finally lowered his head, but had a gloomy grin sticking to his face.
The Lombards felt an equally ominous feeling from the expression of Yashib.
"Oh, yeah, that'll be enough to cook the smoke. Yashib, stop it."
Lennon laughed when he said so.
The Lombards regretted being caught inviting smoke and jumped into the trap and bit their umbilical, but I thought they were going to admit to losing something, so they just stared at Lennon without saying anything.
But Lennon never went through with it, leaving his grin affixed to its thin skin.
"Then I shall be free around here."
When Lennon said so, he turned his heel back and tried to walk away.
But Chester called it off in a sharp tone.
"Let's have a moment! Bishop Lennon, is there something you'd like to ask us?
Lennon stopped his leg and looked back in a very slow motion.