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?
.!
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.
Dont mention it.
Ian shrugged lightly. If you thought about it, they had lost two horses solely because of him, but nobody pointed out that fact.
Do you have other tasks to attend to? Meave asked.
Ian nodded.
The Temple of Lou Sola exists. We should stop by there first.
A temple? Should we visit the inn first and then go together?
Ians brow furrowed slightly.
Together? Do you have a reason to visit the temple as well? Miguel questioned.
Not really. I just wanted to offer prayers to Lou Sola before our expedition.
If thats the case, it might be better for us to move separately.
Ian quickly added, his hand touching the hilt of his sword.
After visiting the temple, I also need to visit the blacksmiths shop. That will take some time, and if youre not with us, who knows what those two might get up to.
Hmm Well, I suppose youre right. Okay, I understand.
Meave reluctantly agreed with a disappointed expression.
It almost became troublesome for a moment there.
Ian suppressed a sigh of relief.
He didnt really want to reveal why he intended to do something in the temple. After all, knights were the easiest targets for priests, given their emphasis on faith and honor. Knights were naturally vulnerable to priests.
If he moved together with Meave, even Ian might end up being exploited.
Make sure to prepare your meal separately as well. Come back not too late.
I understand.
Miguel, wheres the inn?
Its in that direction, sir.
Meave turned her head in the direction Miguel pointed.
While Philip quickly followed, Miguel approached Ians side.
The temple is behind the village. The blacksmiths shop is at the end of that alley. Keep that in mind.
Got it. Dont do anything foolish while Im not around.
Foolish What foolish
Ian turned his body, tapping Miguels shoulder, who was looking abashed.
He then strode away down the filthy and smelly street.
Despite the villages considerable size, hygiene remained abysmal.
The appearances of the villagers going about their business didnt differ much in the eyes of modern-day Ian, who saw everyone as beggars.
If Im going to be dropped into a game world, I might as well be in a boys adventure fantasy.
Ian shook his head, dismissing the thought.
Considering everything, it would be more constructive to think about the priest he would soon meet. There was a high possibility that he was a con artist.
Of course, even if he wasnt a con artist, it wouldnt make much difference.
If anything, they might be worse than con artists.
Like many other things in the Dark Ages, the clergy and priests who served the gods were also corrupt and fallen. Of course, in a world where gods, the afterlife, and miracles existed, such things were inevitable.
The important thing was that the priests were universally irritating writers, except when necessary. They werent willing to mix words unless it was absolutely necessary.
Still, the gods who lend their power are probably the main issue.
While contemplating this, Ian suddenly stopped in his tracks.
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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