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Joyce didn't care at all about his attitude and would just find an opportunity to trick him again in the future.

Looking at the empty plates, the chef was also very satisfied. A clean plate is the greatest compliment to the chef.

The meal took almost two hours. Although we spent more time chatting than eating, everyone was very satisfied.

The topic we were chatting about somehow turned out to be whether drinking too much and flying in a steel suit was considered a drunk driving.

After the meal, Ava took the initiative to clean up, while Joyce and the other three came to the living room to continue chatting.

Tony also knew Matt's identity and seemed somewhat interested.

He still doesn't know why a blind man is so agile.

He also tentatively crumpled two pieces of toilet paper into a ball and threw it towards Matt, but he handled it easily.

Was Matt a little speechless at his bad taste, or was this a common problem among rich people?

It was around ten o'clock when everyone went home. Ava still didn't return to the office today.

As an intern, she has also finished handling her own affairs, and now she is going to report to the school after a while.

She might as well stay here, since Joyce had a room left for her in the apartment anyway.

All night without incident.

Joyce woke up very early the next day, having slept too long.

He decided to visit the Holy of Holies in New York, the three major temples, later.

After washing up, I cooked a bowl of noodles for myself and Ava each for breakfast.

Ava said he didn’t want to go out today, so he would read and study at home.

Joyce looked at the map and saw that the distance was not far, so he planned to walk there.

I am not familiar with the surrounding environment now, so I would like to take this opportunity to understand the surrounding situation.

Joyce walked on the street, happily enjoying the warmth of the morning sun.

There are many pedestrians on the street, which makes it very lively. In the glass windows of roadside shops, there is a dazzling array of products.

After checking the time, there was still plenty of time, so Joyce went to a cafe, ordered a cup of mocha, and drank it slowly.

He sat at a table near the window, looking at the busy crowd outside the window, enjoying the slightly bitter coffee at this time.

The music in the cafe was soothing and elegant, allowing Joyce to relax her nerves.

Pick up the coffee, take a sip, and slowly savor the taste.

Perhaps once they have money, some people will focus on enjoying life.

Just like now, a cup of coffee in a peaceful life can actually make me so satisfied and intoxicated.

But it still feels pretty good.

The corners of his mouth turned upward slightly, his eyes narrowed to a slit, enjoying the good time.

It wasn't until Joyce drank the last sip of coffee that he was ready to get up and leave.

"Hello, sir, are you a priest?"

A voice sounded.

Joyce turned around and saw a stranger.

The dress is also very strange.

It actually seems to be a little taller than Joyce, about two meters.

He had shiny blond hair and a full beard that made it difficult to see his exact appearance. He was also wearing a strange blue and white striped uniform.

Then Joyce responded politely, saying that he was indeed a priest.

The man nodded and continued to ask: "Father, which church do you practice in? Your clothes look very elegant. You should be a priest of a large church or monastery, right?"

"No, no, no, I'm just an ordinary believer and priest, not worth mentioning."

Joyce responded humbly.

He was a little baffled that men would still be accosted by men these days.

"I wonder if you have any advice?" Joyce asked.

"Oh, that's it. I'm also a believer. I hope you, Father, can help me figure it out." The man said.

If you have a problem, go to the church and talk to the working priests. Why are you discussing this with me in public?

Joyce muttered to himself, but his expression remained unchanged.

He smiled and replied: "No problem, as long as you are not a demon or something like that, how about we make an appointment to go to the church and communicate again?"

"Your Excellency, you are joking. I am just a devout believer. How could I be an evil existence? Besides, I didn't do anything bad. I just had some doubts on a whim."

The man also had a humble smile on his face.

"By the way, let me introduce myself. My name is Clyde Wincham." After saying that, he stretched out his hand to signal to Joyce.

Joyce held his right hand, then smiled and said, "My name is Joyce Joestar, and I am a priest."

"Father Joestar, do you think there is a god in the world?"

Wincham suddenly said this.

Joyce was stunned for a moment, and then said: "God is an idol in people's hearts, but I have never seen it. Maybe there is one."

Wincham burst out laughing after hearing this.

"You don't look like a priest."

Then he put his hands together in front of his chest, then clasped his hands into fists and bowed to the air in salute.

Joyce was confused by him and didn't know what he wanted to do.

Wincham raised his head and looked at Joyce seriously and said: "I think this bizarre world, including ourselves, is the result of the interaction of various forces in the universe, and we are the manifestation of these forces."

Well, then what?

“Thought and consciousness are entities that exist outside of these substances.

We can think and have thoughts, which means that we have soul attributes.

With a soul, we can truly have our own spiritual world, consciousness and thoughts.

With thought, you can distinguish the differences in the world. "

What is this going to do?

Put aside the discussion of philosophy?

"I think the universe is a universe with a purpose. Our earth and human beings can only come into being because of this entity."

Okay, now on to theology.

“Otherwise, we cannot obtain law and order by chance, let alone obtain physical life, or even thoughts and souls through it.

I think this super absolute will does not come from the universe itself, but from outside the universe.

The birth and evolution of the universe are all under its influence.

So whose will is this will?

It is not our human will, nor is it the will of matter, then this will must come from a higher-level entity.

So is this entity God?Or is it God? "

Joyce looked at him, still a little surprised as he listened to his endless talk.

He didn't expect that this humble man would have so many insights.

Moreover, what he said was clear and logical, not inferior to any theological experts or professors.

Is he also a professor at some university?