The appearance of the person in front was really... abnormal.
He was wearing a luxurious silken robe, similar to Klimte's, and the candlelight even reflected off it.
A sash hung down in front of the robe, and the tall hat on his head represented his religious identity and status.
He was an archbishop on the same level as Klimte.
"Greetings, Archbishop McDonald."
Klimte greeted politely yet distantly.
The archbishop named 'McDonald'—to put it bluntly—looked like a fat pig drowned in water.
His height was about average, but his obesity seemed swollen as if water was injected into his fat.
He had no neck, and his entire head appeared as a small hemisphere mounted on a meatball.
If he were to lie on the ground, it's likely his palms wouldn't reach it, as the fat on his back was piled too thick.
And it wasn't just his physique; even his skin color resembled drowned pork, a bloodless pallor.
