Chapter 15 (2)

Chapter 15 (2)

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While not a walled city, it was certainly a substantial village for Argelran standards.

We dont have any other villages nearby until we cross the valley. This place is also frequented by the garrison soldiers.

Miguel explained courteously and in detail.

Moreover, the village chiefs son died on the path we passed earlier. He was a ruffian who brandished a knife and acted like a thug.

He was not only an excellent guide but also more exceptional than everyone, including himself, had anticipated. He led the way, guiding the group through the quickest route, and had an almost perfect understanding of the areas rumors and circumstances. The peaceful night they had spent was, to some extent, thanks to him.

Of course, as Ian had some qualities that an experienced mercenary needed to possess, it was only fair to acknowledge that. Even considering that, Miguel had a remarkable talent in this field.

Anyway, thanks to him, well be able to rest comfortably tonight. We can have a proper meal, take a bath

Philips voice was cheerful. Miguel played along.

The food at this inn is good. The beer is good too. Perhaps its because they grow wheat, the taste of the ale is exquisite.

Ho Im looking forward to it. Beer.

Philips eyebrows twitched.

In any case, they were only interested in hearty meals.

Finish your task properly first.

Understood. Dont worry.

In response to Ians sardonic comment, Miguel nodded as if agreeing.

After just two days, following Ians orders had become familiar to him. Once they entered the village, Ian turned to Philip.

Make sure he divides the money properly. If theres a problem, Ill hold you responsible.

Trust me, sir.

Philip replied confidently.

An utterly wretched person, indeed.

In the midst of this, Ians tongue clicked.

Hey, Philip, by the way

Philip hesitated, glancing at Ian.

Speak clearly. Dont beat around the bush.

Well, earlier, I heard that theres a proper stable here. We lost two horses, so should I try to find some draft animals in a hurry?

Why are you asking me about that?

Well I apologize.

Flinching a bit, Philip finally blurted out, Could you lend me some money?

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It was a raised eyebrow for a moment, and then a slight smirk appeared on Ians face.

Its fortunate that I have a mercenary who spends money so liberally.

With a sarcastic comment.

Ian pulled out several gold coins from his pouch.

Make sure you bring back the change. And get the best saddles.

Of course, sir! Ill choose the finest saddles!

Philip happily accepted the money. The power of money was great indeed.

As Ian chuckled, Meave added.

Once again, Im indebted to you, Ian.

He had arrived in front of a small, old house.

It was incredibly shabby in appearance.

Wow

Ians eyes widened.

Ive found it.

A sense of holiness emanated from within the house, as vivid as Meaves.

Faintly engraved on the door, a sun pattern indicated that it was the temple of Lou Sola.

Ian grasped the doorknob.

A small prayer room that could barely accommodate twenty people was immediately revealed.

As Ians gaze swept across the interior, it halted at the statue at the far end of the prayer room.

Kneeling, with both hands raised above her head and her face covered by a robe, the statue depicted a woman.

Holiness flowed from the statues hand.

Accompanied by a faint light.

To think theres a statue like this here

Ian stood still, gazing at the radiating hand of the statue.

There was no visible magic or luminescence it was a genuine miracle.

A smirk crept up at the corner of Ians mouth.

This meant that he might be able to purify the tainted essence.

Swoosh-.

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The light from the statues hand began to intensify. The radiance overflowed from the outstretched hand.

As the light filled the entire statue, it shimmered as if illuminated by the morning sun.

Why is this happening all of a sudden?

While Ian tilted his head, a chilly voice sounded from behind him.

Prayer time is over.

Turning around, Ian saw a middle-aged man dressed in a white priests robe, his brow furrowed. He stood in front of the door with a haughty expression, a golden sun-shaped pendant hanging from his neck.

As expected, he wasnt going according to Ians predictions.

Ian suppressed a shiver and asked, Are you the priest of this temple?

As you can see. However, this isnt the time for entry. If you dont have a special matter to attend to

His voice, icy and composed, faded as he approached. His gaze fixed on the source of light radiating from the statues hand.

Even the officious tone in his voice subsided.

His lips then curled into a slight smile.

The apostle of the radiant goddess, has an event of such magnitude even reached this remote corner?

Ians brow involuntarily furrowed.

Apostle?

What on earth is this nonsense?

Translator; ippo

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