"What did you say?"

Those words were so soft that the Eagle of Gray Hill could not catch them with his hearing. He could only see that the young man's lips did move and he said something in a language he was not familiar with. Until then,

Carson Berg realized belatedly that the other party's Imperial Tongue, which was also the lingua franca of the Eastern Continent in general, was not that proficient in speaking it.

"Nothing." The young man shook his head, and he turned sideways to make way for a path: "Please come in, guests from afar."

It was dim inside the slightly opened church door, with flickering candlelight vaguely visible, mysterious and deep. The Eagle of Gray Hill took a deep breath and walked slowly towards the church. He suddenly stopped in front of the door, forgetting that there was another person.

The most important question was not asked: "Excuse me -"

He looked at the silver-haired young man cautiously: "What should I call you?"

"Ringer."

"...Pastor Ringo?"

Not a pastor.

It should be said that it used to be.

The young man wanted to explain, but then he felt that such an explanation was a bit redundant. In such a situation, if he said that he was not the priest of the goddess, it would only arouse suspicion, right? So he acquiesced.

Under the leadership of Pastor Ringo, the Eagle of Gray Hill, Carson Borg, officially entered the sanctuary under the crown of the goddess.
Chapter completed!